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Post by Charles Mortensen on Aug 7, 2008 16:03:52 GMT -5
"Well, I thought I was done, too," Charles said, more quietly. "I mean, how much more noble could I be, helping you get back together with your wife, the woman I've had a hopeless crush on since I was 13! I sacrificed myself so she could be together with you and the wee one, I helped you to get up the guts to talk to her again.... what else am I supposed to do?"
He shifted position, as if he was leaning against Voltaire's desk. "When I appeared... I didn't know what was happening. Ever since I vanished at your place, I'd been no where. Literally. I saw nothing, felt nothing... I was just... gone. And I was fine with that. So I was as shocked as you when I appeared here."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 7, 2008 17:18:10 GMT -5
Part of Voltaire wanted to still be angry, But he was a (mostly) good guy. "You didn't have to come in swinging! I would of been more than happy to listen to your problems. Well Ok I take that back I wouldn't of been happy to listen to you complain, but I'd be in better sorts to deal with you." he felt drained, It still put a lot of strain on his body and mind to swing from strong emotion to emotion. His brain felt like an over weight Tarzan that decided to swing through the tress. "The best I can do is just start research! even then I don't know where to start looking! you are defying even a wizards logic! You aren't the imprint of a departed soul, you aren't a inferi, you are more yourself than any of the ghost I've seen here and to top it all off, you are visible to everyone it would seem... maybe only to the people connected with your death?" he left the question hanging. He was sure Isa would be able to see him, she had to! he was still pining for after all! Natalie was just special, but even so it comforted him that he wasn't dealing with anymore brain damage.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Aug 10, 2008 17:11:40 GMT -5
Charles shook his head. "It's odd, you know? I don't feel different at all... like I never died. Only difference is, I'm not solid. I don't have a body. Hey, d'you suppose the other ghosts could see me? Maybe I should seek out on of the house ghosts or something, you think? if they can't even see me, then maybe I'm not really a ghost at all, but something else. What, I don't know. Maybe I'm..."
Before he could finish, Charles abruptly vanished.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 10, 2008 23:04:52 GMT -5
Voltaire was shocked, words of what he could of said were stuck in his throat and he was left asking the air "You're what?" in a slow and dejected voice. This was beyond confusing. He decided that maybe Isa would cheer him up. During lunch he would make a trip to her office. He was going to debate with himself when actually how to bring up Charles, and Natalie's meeting of him.
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