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Old 05-30-2017, 06:48 PM   #22
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Le Cimetière des Cœurs Oublié


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You decide against reading the letter; it simply isn't your business. The affairs of a dead man are a burden you are unwilling to carry with you in this lifetime, tempting though the curious coincidence -- or lack thereof -- is. Besides, to see Iskra so taken with the teru teru bozu is rather endearing. You retrieve your phone and snap a photo of her antics for posterity; it flashes a light once to illuminate the scene and then mimics the clicking of a shutter to indicate the photograph was successfully captured, but when the application pulls the image up on the screen for you to review, something is gravely wrong: there is no teru teru bozu. In fact there is no Iskra. There is only the tree, and the cemetery. Some of the structures which are clearly present around you are missing in the photo as well. Bushes and trees stand in their place, as if they hadn't yet been built. The entire scene is blanketed in a thick layer of snow.

Iskra is still circling the teru teru bozu. You look up at her, her fascination with the object still unclear, when something large and wet and very cold strikes your cheek. You wipe it off with two fingers to find the melting remnant of a snowflake; they've begun falling all around you. It's not winter; such weather is bizarre, and well outside the forecast. With each passing second, the snowfall grows heavier and heavier, a rapid chill creeping into the air around you. Iskra cackles with delight, her body colliding playfully with the teru teru bozu; it appears to have grown larger, nearly her size now.

What will you do?



Duke wasn’t particularly surprised by the scene depicted on his phone. He expected as much when dealing with the paranormal, and the revelation only helped confirm the nature of this scene, there were still certain possibilities to consider given the implication suggested by the picture. One, that the picture was a reflection of what was real, and everything else an illusion given form through otherworldly influences. Given Iskra’s nature as a ghost, her disappearance from the picture wouldn’t necessarily contradict this hypothesis, and Duke was already primed to distrust his very sense of perception before stepping into the site. Lords knows how many pranks he had already fallen victim of when dealing with Ghost-types. That said, another possibility would be that the picture wasn’t revealing a truer version of the present, but perhaps a window to the past, and this could possibly explain the lack of structures and the thick layer of snow. He was aware that it wasn’t the time of the year for this kind of weather well before making his way to the gravesite, and thus one could argue its radical change was due to someone’s (or something’s) influence. With the teru teru bozu growing in size with each passing second, it didn’t take long for Duke to relate one occurrence with the other.

His expression grew stern as he stared straight into the paper doll. He spoke assertively. “Who are you? Show yourself!”

If this being was trying relay some sort of message to him, he was more than willing to entertain this little game even further. Yet, if there was malice in its intentions, then he was ready to bark a Knock Off command at the slightest reasonable provocation. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that, but one can never be too lax.
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