04-02-2018, 06:30 PM
&& BLOOD CLEARING - NEW BEGINNINGS!
Argus was used to the dead attaching to her, although it was mostly the desperate, the keen of ghosts with their chains of fate's distorting their image. With pleading desperate eyes they would flock to her and beg- beg for some definite of what happens afterward. It is her job to let them pass over, but it is not her job to tell them- and she spends her time toeing the line of job and duty. She was a fighter, she was not put here to record the memories and judge, that was reserved for outside forces. She just cleaned up the mess before it got too messy.
The fact was- she knew ghosts, knew them in and out. Knew how some would appear much different in death than they did in death. She knew what happened when their time ran out and they refused to move on. She wondered sometimes what her enemies would become. What her friends were to become. She just hoped none were stuck like her, and so far none had been, none that she had seen.
She was so s o grateful.
But there was a time, seldom found she would find a familiar ghost. And usually, she would sit with them, converse with one of the few she had been haunted by mentally. She would tell them what she knew of reincarnation, what she knew of the afterlife and how fickle it was- as mortality. She would laugh and remember and she would ask if they needed a send-off. She would leave them to disintegrate forgotten or surrender to whatever afterlife they believed in.
It came as a surprise to recognize Anakin. The large lion nothing like the husk of an animal she knew him as. She was... Wasn't sure what to think about his appearance. Tried not to think about what it meant to see such a lion lingering in this plane instead of passing.
But she had appearances to keep, a leader to sooth and would need to give Anakin some sort of way o u t. She knew what happened when a spirit lingers, and tries not to think how horrid it would be if he were to befell it. "Maa, good luck hitting that one captn', takes a special sort of crazy to hit a ghost & expect it to land
The fact was- she knew ghosts, knew them in and out. Knew how some would appear much different in death than they did in death. She knew what happened when their time ran out and they refused to move on. She wondered sometimes what her enemies would become. What her friends were to become. She just hoped none were stuck like her, and so far none had been, none that she had seen.
She was so s o grateful.
But there was a time, seldom found she would find a familiar ghost. And usually, she would sit with them, converse with one of the few she had been haunted by mentally. She would tell them what she knew of reincarnation, what she knew of the afterlife and how fickle it was- as mortality. She would laugh and remember and she would ask if they needed a send-off. She would leave them to disintegrate forgotten or surrender to whatever afterlife they believed in.
It came as a surprise to recognize Anakin. The large lion nothing like the husk of an animal she knew him as. She was... Wasn't sure what to think about his appearance. Tried not to think about what it meant to see such a lion lingering in this plane instead of passing.
But she had appearances to keep, a leader to sooth and would need to give Anakin some sort of way o u t. She knew what happened when a spirit lingers, and tries not to think how horrid it would be if he were to befell it. "Maa, good luck hitting that one captn', takes a special sort of crazy to hit a ghost & expect it to land