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Alex felt the surge of fear.
It stirred his hunger but not enough to drive him mad for it. The spike was intense and then little more than a sad lingering pulse. He moved through the dull running paint colors of the world he saw, each step moving him through one image to another. Each step closer to that spike of fear than the last. A dozen steps and Alex was next to the washed out van gogh-esque image of... an alleyway he thought. He moved closer and a person formed in front of him, the figure blurry and hunched over the ground. Alex thought about himself, imagining a overcoat with a nice color to contrast the night and a decent shirt, something with stripes. His own image became more solid before he knelt next to the hunched figure, a man by looks.
“Hey there.” he said, his voice echoing as if through a tunnel. The figure looked up.
It was grim.
Broken jaw and a mass of blood.
This was another ghost. One crying over his own death and not even able to speak about it. Its jaw waggled but no sound came out. Alex frowned and tried to see more of the ghost but it was all... too much of what the man had been. Bits of his life, his tastes, his preferences. Alex looked into the ghosts eyes and just nodded a bit. “I'll see what I can do.” he simply said. Then he stood and looked around. In the time he'd spoken with the spirit the painting of the world around him had drastically shifted.
No longer a dreary alleyway it was now a crime scene. Yellow tape marked the entrance to the alleyway and lights illuminated the area, where little yellow cards with different numbers marked exactly where everything was. Even then, it didn't look like too many detectives were paying too much attention. It should be fine.
Alex focused on the world, the cold air, the sound of sirens, the flash of lights. The feeling of being close to those who were alive. In a snap he was there. In the alleyway. Visible. Physical. Still very dead.
Alex crouched down and started to look at what the cops at marked on the scene... the scene of a man who appeared to have been murdered with a lead pipe, his face bashed in.
Alex has manifested DC2
Alex felt the surge of fear.
It stirred his hunger but not enough to drive him mad for it. The spike was intense and then little more than a sad lingering pulse. He moved through the dull running paint colors of the world he saw, each step moving him through one image to another. Each step closer to that spike of fear than the last. A dozen steps and Alex was next to the washed out van gogh-esque image of... an alleyway he thought. He moved closer and a person formed in front of him, the figure blurry and hunched over the ground. Alex thought about himself, imagining a overcoat with a nice color to contrast the night and a decent shirt, something with stripes. His own image became more solid before he knelt next to the hunched figure, a man by looks.
“Hey there.” he said, his voice echoing as if through a tunnel. The figure looked up.
It was grim.
Broken jaw and a mass of blood.
This was another ghost. One crying over his own death and not even able to speak about it. Its jaw waggled but no sound came out. Alex frowned and tried to see more of the ghost but it was all... too much of what the man had been. Bits of his life, his tastes, his preferences. Alex looked into the ghosts eyes and just nodded a bit. “I'll see what I can do.” he simply said. Then he stood and looked around. In the time he'd spoken with the spirit the painting of the world around him had drastically shifted.
No longer a dreary alleyway it was now a crime scene. Yellow tape marked the entrance to the alleyway and lights illuminated the area, where little yellow cards with different numbers marked exactly where everything was. Even then, it didn't look like too many detectives were paying too much attention. It should be fine.
Alex focused on the world, the cold air, the sound of sirens, the flash of lights. The feeling of being close to those who were alive. In a snap he was there. In the alleyway. Visible. Physical. Still very dead.
Alex crouched down and started to look at what the cops at marked on the scene... the scene of a man who appeared to have been murdered with a lead pipe, his face bashed in.
Alex has manifested DC2