Squaring (Up) The Circle
Squaring (Up) The Circle
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THREADID
44
POSTS
21 - 30
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A chill shoots through the Thyrsus as the ghost's hand passes through him. At her words, he stumbles backward a step, shaking his head in bewilderment. "Who -- who's Jakob? Who are you? I -- I don't understand any of this."
He wanted to grab the ghost, shake some sense into her. But then, given her obvious intention, it seemed for the best to remain out of her reach.
Especially since he didn't feel like testing Triquetra's territorial streak.
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The woman looks confused. "You are Jakob. You know me, I am your Scarlett." she frowns. "Are you alright Jakob?"
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A hand reaches up to rub at his temple as the Thyrsus shoots his cabalmate a helpless glance. He could feel a headache building up, and had the sneaking suspicion it wasn't about to go away.
"No, I'm not alright, and I don't have this Jakob's memories. So can we back up a bit? For starters," he holds up the ring firmly attached to his finger "what can you tell me about this?"
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The woman looks confused. "That is the ring you made yourself so that we would always be together. It was to be our wedding ring."
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Joshua glances sidelong at Animus and raises a brow at the mention of a wedding. "Miss Scarlett," he says to the ghost in the politest tone he can muster, "Excuse me for interrupting, but what was the special place you and Jakob shared? Since, uh." He looks at Animus again, then back to the ghost. "Since Jakob is having some trouble recalling."
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"Well... Its ..." she frowns. "To the east? ... over the mountains?"
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A worried glance toward Joshua. Some part of him grasped the need for the charade, but with even his friend using that name, he could almost begin to believe that he really was this Jakob person. "And has it ever before latched onto ... me, refused to let go?"
A shudder runs through him, and his free hand clamps own hard on Gaurds-the-Pack's flank in some subconscious attempt to use the physical contact to shore up his fractured sense of identity.
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"Yes... you said you would wear the ring forever." The ghost whimpered. "A-and then you left... I though you were gone but.. you came back. You were scared of me... Why were you scared of me?" There is a look of wild eyed confusion. "I .. I just want to go to our special pace."
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Joshua turns so his back is to the ghost and leans in close to Animus' ear. "Well, I can destroy the ring, if it comes down to that," he whispers. "Although that's a last-resort thing. If we want to do anything to control her, though, we'll need Salem or Tamwood. It's... that's beyond me," he says, shame creeping into his voice at this last.
"Inside the band there were some symbols I was trying to figure out, but they kept shifting and wouldn't make any sense. One of them might have indicated mountains, though."
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Pieces, slowly fitting together. And an idea of just how cruelly the ghost had been used. A brief nod, cuing Josh that he understood.
"I ... I don't have the memories from any of this. Help me to understand, and maybe ... maybe then I'll be able to put some of the pieces back together for you. Why did ... I leave, what was happening around that time?"
It wasn't hard to act confused. The whole ordeal had him a bit scared, and still, at the edge of consciousness, the creeping doubt of who he was.
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