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Sep 15, 2019 1:36 AM
Boogey Nausicaa imagines herself a hero
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Makoto backs off a few steps and waves to it.

Over here.

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It follows, hesitating often. The spikes of anger continue, but they seem directionless, almost.

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Interesting.

So what's your story?

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'I was - there, and there was heat and pain and light. And they changed the house and the people - '

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"I don't know!"

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When was this?

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"A long time?" The ghost seems confused, though.

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What's the first thing you remember?

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The ghost drifts, farther from anger.

'I. Was small.' A flicker of remembered joy. 'It was sunny, almost never sunny, we were - playing - '

The ghost seems to be getting quieter, smaller almost, like morning mist.

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Playing with who?

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'I think I see them.'

It's small, and quiet, and young and lost-sounding.

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This is adding up to something sad.

Can you reach them?

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'I think...'

What's next isn't really distinguishable. Like the thought is coming from far away, drifting along a river and settling before it reaches her.

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Well. All's well that ends well?

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The poltergeist fades entirely.

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Seems like. Where's Nanny?

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Standing on the sidewalk, hands folded in front of her, looking somewhat sad and pensive.

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"Seems like monsters that used to be people is a bit of a theme."

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"It is. There's things that were never human, but... Humans have the greatest fears of what could happen."

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