the fifth loophole

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

[Boy, last night was a really cool meteor shower, wasn't it? Not that the man in black really cared much- he had seen several meteor showers back on the island, and so yesterday's event was something not worth his time and interest.]

[Right now he's going around the castle grounds in smoke form, flitting to and fro throughout the underbrush. People nearby can catch glimpses of black smoke and the strange sounds of the smoke monster. He's bored. Incredibly bored. And suddenly, he spots something.]

[The duck pond.]

[Sometime later, people walking out near the grounds might spot a man dressed in black examining something red and brown in his arms while sitting by the duck pond. As you come closer, you may realize that he's picking off the feathers one by one off a rather dead duck. It doesn't look harmed at all, surprisingly. No wounds or cuts or anything.]

[He has his journal open next to him, and he speaks, still engaged in his task.]

It's been a while since I asked you people anything. So, here's another question to keep your busy.

[A pause.] If you suddenly saw somebody that you loved that had died a while ago one day, what would you do? Would you think that it was an illusion? A ghost? A mere hallucination of your already tormented mind?

For, it's not every day you can see the dead. But what if you could...?

[ooc: Feel free to run into him in his smoke form or wonder why the heck he's plucking a duck. Or just reply to his question. All up to you. :)]

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[beyondimagining.livejournal.com]

[Will had been out walking the grounds. He felt restless today, for some reason he couldn't identify. After a while he turns toward the pond, thinking that it might be nice to walk around it and watch the birds.

But as he draws close to the pond and figure kneeling near the edge he suddenly stiffens the feel of darkness. Not of the Dark, but a foul darkness that screams along the edges of his senses.]

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

[The man doesn't turn around, but he pauses in what he's doing and glances upwards and sees the boy. He doesn't recognize him- they only talked over the journal, after all. So, after a few seconds of staring at him, he shrugs and resumes plucking the duck.]

Hey.

[beyondimagining.livejournal.com]

[Will stares at him, still shocked by suddenly being in the presence of darkness after all this time. But his shock doesn't last. Swiftly, he allows the part of himself that was an Old One to come forth. His facial expression smooths over into a mask of serenity, and his voice deepens and resonates slightly.]

Who are you? What do you seek here?

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

Me?

[He scoffs slightly, and then he recognizes that voice. Oh. That kid. He frowns, glancing back at the boy with those cold blue eyes of his.]

I don't seek anything. I was taken against my will.

[beyondimagining.livejournal.com]

All of us here were taken against our wills. That has nothing to do with what you seek.

dictated

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Here or elsewhere? [Because that affects the answer quite a bit.]

dictated

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

Let's say here. But I'm curious...do you see the dead back where you come from?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

I do not, save in visions. [What? It's a normal thing for her.] Here, I would like as not think they had been brought here from another time.

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

Visions? Is that so?

[And a pause.] Ah, right. But lets change it a little bit. What if you were the only one who saw them? And everyone else couldn't? What would you think of it, then?

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Back home, I'd consider it an illusion until proven otherwise. Then again, I'm used to the dead staying dead.

[which would be a perfectly cool response if it weren't for the fact that he's hanging around in a tree right behind him when did he get there. 8( ...he got there whenever it's most convenient to the plot, the sneak.]

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

So, you wouldn't think it was because something was wrong with your mind?

[He realizes the the voice is coming from behind him, and turns, smirking slightly.]

My. You caught me off guard. Do that often?

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

I have a little more faith in myself than that.

[he kicks his legs a little. he's just sitting on a branch, smirking as well. C:]

Quite often, actually. Don't start to feel entitled.

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

Do you now?

[He shrugs slightly, giving the appearance that he doesn't really care.]

Sorry I'm considering myself so unique when it comes to it. I just don't know that many people who can do that where I am from.

[beyondimagining.livejournal.com]

[Will had been out walking the grounds. He felt restless today, for some reason he couldn't identify. After a while he turns toward the pond, thinking that it might be nice to walk around it and watch the birds.

But as he draws close to the pond and figure kneeling near the edge he suddenly stiffens the feel of darkness. Not of the Dark, but a foul darkness that screams along the edges of his senses.]

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

[The man doesn't turn around, but he pauses in what he's doing and glances upwards and sees the boy. He doesn't recognize him- they only talked over the journal, after all. So, after a few seconds of staring at him, he shrugs and resumes plucking the duck.]

Hey.

[beyondimagining.livejournal.com]

[Will stares at him, still shocked by suddenly being in the presence of darkness after all this time. But his shock doesn't last. Swiftly, he allows the part of himself that was an Old One to come forth. His facial expression smooths over into a mask of serenity, and his voice deepens and resonates slightly.]

Who are you? What do you seek here?

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

Me?

[He scoffs slightly, and then he recognizes that voice. Oh. That kid. He frowns, glancing back at the boy with those cold blue eyes of his.]

I don't seek anything. I was taken against my will.

dictated

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Here or elsewhere? [Because that affects the answer quite a bit.]

dictated

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

Let's say here. But I'm curious...do you see the dead back where you come from?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

I do not, save in visions. [What? It's a normal thing for her.] Here, I would like as not think they had been brought here from another time.

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

Visions? Is that so?

[And a pause.] Ah, right. But lets change it a little bit. What if you were the only one who saw them? And everyone else couldn't? What would you think of it, then?

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Back home, I'd consider it an illusion until proven otherwise. Then again, I'm used to the dead staying dead.

[which would be a perfectly cool response if it weren't for the fact that he's hanging around in a tree right behind him when did he get there. 8( ...he got there whenever it's most convenient to the plot, the sneak.]

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

So, you wouldn't think it was because something was wrong with your mind?

[He realizes the the voice is coming from behind him, and turns, smirking slightly.]

My. You caught me off guard. Do that often?

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

I have a little more faith in myself than that.

[he kicks his legs a little. he's just sitting on a branch, smirking as well. C:]

Quite often, actually. Don't start to feel entitled.

[fumidus.livejournal.com]

Do you now?

[He shrugs slightly, giving the appearance that he doesn't really care.]

Sorry I'm considering myself so unique when it comes to it. I just don't know that many people who can do that where I am from.