Post by kirsi on Aug 22, 2013 23:47:32 GMT -5
LOST SOUL, STRONG MIND
There's little she can do to help in the way that's needed. Physically speaking she's thin and frail, not built for anything that requires great strength. Instead, the most the Medium can do is lay white sheets over the bodies of those pulled from the wreckage and murmur words to the dead. Their spirits are there; the spectres hover over the body they once gave life. The remorse in their expressions is something Kirsi cannot comprehend. She's not seen sadness for a long time, and even then it was only tears. This is a sorrow that she can not put into words, one that cannot be cried for even if the dead could cry.
"You weren't ready to leave." Kirsi speaks quietly, and blinks once. She has the attention of at least this spectre now. "You still had plans for your life." There's a feeling of understanding that comes from the spirit, unable to do more than drift along silently and make an expression. They cannot speak, they can only leave "echoes" of the emotion they would have felt. It's the only way Kirsi can understand them.
"Was there someone important?"
No
"What did you want to do?"
Goal.
"There may be a time in the future, perhaps in a few years, perhaps in a millennium." She sticks firm to the belief of reincarnation, and is certain humans eventually reincarnate into the bodies of Ghost pokemon with little to no recollection of their human lives under most circumstances.
Promise?
"Yes."
The last word is breathed from her lips, and with something that would have been like a sigh of satisfaction, the spectre hovering over the body vanishes, leaving only a wisp of their pale form in the world only Kirsi can see. The second world she's a part of as a Medium, the intermediary between living and dead.
"You weren't ready to leave." Kirsi speaks quietly, and blinks once. She has the attention of at least this spectre now. "You still had plans for your life." There's a feeling of understanding that comes from the spirit, unable to do more than drift along silently and make an expression. They cannot speak, they can only leave "echoes" of the emotion they would have felt. It's the only way Kirsi can understand them.
"Was there someone important?"
No
"What did you want to do?"
Goal.
"There may be a time in the future, perhaps in a few years, perhaps in a millennium." She sticks firm to the belief of reincarnation, and is certain humans eventually reincarnate into the bodies of Ghost pokemon with little to no recollection of their human lives under most circumstances.
Promise?
"Yes."
The last word is breathed from her lips, and with something that would have been like a sigh of satisfaction, the spectre hovering over the body vanishes, leaving only a wisp of their pale form in the world only Kirsi can see. The second world she's a part of as a Medium, the intermediary between living and dead.
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