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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 23, 2008 2:27:49 GMT -5
Voltaire was speechless for a moment. He was cursed with him? In essence Charles had been right, he was just meant to haunt him. Well that was rich indeed. "He was killed by the Dark Lord the night Isabella, Charles and I saved him. he saved Isa's life." It was a grim memory to pull up, Charles had actually helped his situation, rather than curse him. "Is there anyway to help him?" In the end, Charles hadn't been a bad man, he might of even been a good friend, the memory of their drinking together was actually very nice now that he looked back on it, it made him feel sad for how much Charles had been so out of luck, even for a man with sports fame and money.
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Post by Wesley St. Clare on Feb 12, 2009 16:45:54 GMT -5
Wesley frowned thoughtfully. "That explains a bit," he said. "If he died to save Isabella, that means his life force is somehow tied to the two of you. It's odd that only you should see him and not Isabella, but perhaps he has some need to ensure that Isabella is protected, and he can do a better job at that by staying with you. But that kind of sacrifice can unleash powerful magic that defies logic."
He looked from Voltaire to Isabella and back again. "It's difficult to tell what will free his spirit without somehow talking to him, or investigating the curse that bound him here. I will do a little research and see if I can come up with anything that will help, but it's entirely possible that he has something he needs to do without knowing it. And once he accomplishes that, he will be able to move on by himself."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Feb 12, 2009 20:17:53 GMT -5
Voltaire considered for a moment. Charles did seem like he had a life, but he was murdered... it was very confusing, he thought. If everyone that had been murdered became attached to the world or a person, wouldn't there be Ghosts like Charles everywhere?
"Charles was murdered, wouldn't his unfinished business just be life?" He meant it seriously, he hoped that he understood. "Charles has told me all he wants is to move on."
He thought for a moment that maybe he did understand Charles frustration, but in reality he couldn't possibly Imagen the kind of swing Charles was tied to.
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Post by Wesley St. Clare on Feb 13, 2009 18:51:04 GMT -5
Wesley thought this over for a moment. "Well, it's possible that he was held back for a reason that even he is not yet aware of," he said. "There are forces in this world that we are still struggling to understand. But it's entirely possible that Charles was taken before his time; that he was not meant to die yet. This can happen when someone is murdered... their deaths can come prematurely, leaving their spirits in turmoil. It really would help if I could talk with Charles... I don't suppose he is with you now?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Feb 14, 2009 23:11:14 GMT -5
Voltaire looked around the room, but saw no sign of Charles. He whistled the same way he used to whistle for Subject to out of his robe pocket. Charles usually popped up when he didn't want him too, so on that thought he said "I don't want Charles here, He's a pain in the neck." and waited a moment more. If he was luckily Charles could be easily fooled.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Feb 15, 2009 0:53:07 GMT -5
Isabella listened to all of this silently, her mind deep in thought. Had she really caused all of this? Charles had loved her, and even thought she had not encouraged it, she had taken advantage of it when it suited her purposes. And as a result, Charles was now apparently doomed to haunt Voltaire.
She had done terrible things for a good reason--to get her son back. She had used Charles, putting him in a situation where his death was nearly inevitable. She had tricked Wesley and stolen the locket right from under his nose without waiting to find out what evil powers it had that made Voldemort want it so badly. Who knew what kind of evil she had unleashed on the world? After all, if Voldemort had wanted it that badly, it had to mean something. And she had just handed it to him, just so she could get her child back.
Did the ends really justify the means?
Isa knew that she would have done anything to get her child back... that nothing and no one would have stopped her. And she couldn't regret that she had gone to such lengths. But it seemed a terrible omen.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Feb 15, 2009 1:22:13 GMT -5
Voltaire crossed his arms over his chest, "damn it, I guess he's not easily fooled... It seems he likes to inconvenience me. It seems like he has some control over where he pops up, I'm willing to bet he just likes to blame me." Voltaire sighed and looked at his cooling tea. He took his wand from a holster in his robe and tapped his cup. It seemed like it shouldn't be, after so many years of trying and failing at charms, he did them now with a great deal more ease. Like a tainted bitter gift from the world. He knew it was barely a level that adults should be comfortable with, but he had lived so much of his life with out it. He wondered if it was a trade off, He could do simple charms, only to be haunted by a dead man that had loved his wife. It was an embarrassing thought so he dismissed the idea of telling Wesley of it.
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Post by Wesley St. Clare on Feb 16, 2009 0:36:35 GMT -5
"It is very odd how he apparently shows up at inopportune moments, but doesn't appear when you want him to," Wesley observed. "The next time you see him, please ask him where he goes when he isn't with you. Also, take note of any links in his appearances. I need to determine if there is a pattern or if it's truly random."
He looked at Voltaire, then Isabella. "This is definitely an unusual case, but I'll do what I can to help you. Perhaps I can try a seance of sorts to summon Charles forward, but before I do, I want to do a little more research."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Feb 16, 2009 0:48:29 GMT -5
A memory tickled at the edge of rememberance, but he couldn't grasp it. He was sure Charles told him once, or at least mentioned once where he was, but he wasn't sure. "I'll do my best to ask him." He picked up his tea cup, now warm again, and drank it. Voltaire looked at Isa, she was pensive. He wondered if she blamed herself for the situation , but he put his tea cup down and thought ' she isn't to blame, she shouldn't blame herself, we both did whatever we could to get Conor back'.
He would have to remind her of that later.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Feb 16, 2009 1:04:17 GMT -5
Isabella set down her untouched cup of tea, which was now ice cold, and looked over at Voltaire for a moment before turning her attention to Wesley. "Well, thank you again, Wesley," she said. "I knew we could count on you for this. Whatever you can find out, we really appreciate it."
She stood up abruptly and glanced again at her husband. "We should be going, but we'll be in touch."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Feb 16, 2009 1:11:42 GMT -5
Voltaire nodded and stood up smoothly, he offered his hand to Isabella and looked at Wesley, "I'll send you a message as soon as I am able to about Charles."
He stepped around the chairs they had sat in and waited for Isa to fall in step with him.
He guessed he'd open the door and they would probably discuss it more later.
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