10-08-2018, 10:32 AM
Wendell’s experiences with the paranormal did not involve the exposure of merely being frightened. The small mammal had been outright assaulted, tossed from his house by a supernatural force with enough horsepower to topple a trading kiosk. However, his harsh impact upon the ground below hurt not as much as the poltergeist’s actions to his property, which, when inspected thoroughly ensuing a lengthy chase with the bastard, revealed that a total of six extremely valuable and desirable spirits (of alcohol, not the supernatural sort) had been destroyed. So yeah, the hearthkeeper was pissed at these phantoms who’ve claimed residence in the trading hub.
"’M pretty sure we can all agree tha’ these spectral wazzocks have no right t’interfere with our day t’day lives, but’cha can’t just hide from them and hope they’ll go away, huh?" he found himself irritably explaining to the innocent Gordon, whose head was currently in perhaps a position that violated Venus’ personal space. There must have been a method to put the spooky visitors off the grid, staring a dead gaze towards a transparent blue blob, likely one of those things that frightened Gordon. The stare was cold, not one of fear, but anger, an anger he had thought to have left his body many an era ago. They ruined the balance here, and needed to be put back to sleep. However, the discovery of a means to actually get rid of them was very far-fetched to him, so for the time being the best Sunhaven could do was just deal with it with a straight face.
+ low muse, sorry
"’M pretty sure we can all agree tha’ these spectral wazzocks have no right t’interfere with our day t’day lives, but’cha can’t just hide from them and hope they’ll go away, huh?" he found himself irritably explaining to the innocent Gordon, whose head was currently in perhaps a position that violated Venus’ personal space. There must have been a method to put the spooky visitors off the grid, staring a dead gaze towards a transparent blue blob, likely one of those things that frightened Gordon. The stare was cold, not one of fear, but anger, an anger he had thought to have left his body many an era ago. They ruined the balance here, and needed to be put back to sleep. However, the discovery of a means to actually get rid of them was very far-fetched to him, so for the time being the best Sunhaven could do was just deal with it with a straight face.
+ low muse, sorry