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Razputin stood across the street from their intended destination, breathing slowly inward in a sorry attempt to regulate himself. A rather rich person had come to the college to request someone exorcise his house, which he believed had a ghost residing within its walls. Thinking this assignment of no challenge, given how uncommon some of the stronger ghosts and spirits were, the job was assigned to a college assistant named Aldrae, who was rumored to have storm based magic, and himself.
The young man had never encountered ghosts other than his friends before, and he was getting a little bit scared to come face to face with a ghost not on their side. Even worse, he had to make a good impression to (what he thought was) his glorified chaperone, because despite the sting of not being trusted to handle something simple she was a member of the college's staff.
It was not so much that he was bothered by the idea, but instead knew that his reverence of those trusted enough to become employed by the college would self-inflict a serious case of needing to meet expectations, and he tended to flub that part a bit when under pressure. He could only imagine the power of someone teaching alongside the teachers, and thought to himself how truly dreadful it would be to return to school and viewed as nothing but a burden in the field.
Finally, he took the quest not just because it was a chance to prove he wasn't just a crazy kid with big dreams, but because the house they were asked to visit had to do with him. His family had actually lived there during his childhood, and they were all still there when his mom took her final gasps of life, as the disease those who study life might call cancer took it away and closed her story. If her ghost was wandering the halls, unable to peacefully rest in the next world, he wanted...no, needed to help her.
Turning around, he would find his ghostly friends watching him. Their faces were unable to hide a glimmer of playful amusement, even from someone as steely as Ridionus or as quiet as Dentoine, and he scowled at them all with an added eyebrow raise. This did not do anything to quell their enthusiasm, and Refia stepped forward as he began to get a little annoyed. Though the lady ghost was in fact intangible, he could almost swear he felt a calming touch on his shoulder.
He gave an appreciative look to his first friend ever and once again calmed. "Well. This should be fun. I'm only going to probably be banishing my mom to the spiritual planes today." To this he would receive a tired look as Refia rolled her eyes. Though she loved her unofficial ward like a son, a connection none of the others could claim to have, he could be incredibly over-dramatic when it came to proving things to others. Most of all, she wished he would stop looking down upon himself for his former status as an urchin on the streets, and assumed the others did as well.
"It's going to be fine, Razpy. I think what you should worry about more is looking presentable." She'd smirk at this comment, giving him a teasing look at his oversize wizard hat clunked to one side in an odd fashion. "What do you mean by that? I'm not a wreck at all." He'd say this with good-humored sarcasm, looking around for his companion on the misadventure surely brewing. "I wonder where they are...am I early?" Checking the time sheet he had been given by the assigning professor, both he and Refia spoke, one genuinely grinning and the other trying to choke down a grimace:
"Yep."
Aldrae
The young man had never encountered ghosts other than his friends before, and he was getting a little bit scared to come face to face with a ghost not on their side. Even worse, he had to make a good impression to (what he thought was) his glorified chaperone, because despite the sting of not being trusted to handle something simple she was a member of the college's staff.
It was not so much that he was bothered by the idea, but instead knew that his reverence of those trusted enough to become employed by the college would self-inflict a serious case of needing to meet expectations, and he tended to flub that part a bit when under pressure. He could only imagine the power of someone teaching alongside the teachers, and thought to himself how truly dreadful it would be to return to school and viewed as nothing but a burden in the field.
Finally, he took the quest not just because it was a chance to prove he wasn't just a crazy kid with big dreams, but because the house they were asked to visit had to do with him. His family had actually lived there during his childhood, and they were all still there when his mom took her final gasps of life, as the disease those who study life might call cancer took it away and closed her story. If her ghost was wandering the halls, unable to peacefully rest in the next world, he wanted...no, needed to help her.
Turning around, he would find his ghostly friends watching him. Their faces were unable to hide a glimmer of playful amusement, even from someone as steely as Ridionus or as quiet as Dentoine, and he scowled at them all with an added eyebrow raise. This did not do anything to quell their enthusiasm, and Refia stepped forward as he began to get a little annoyed. Though the lady ghost was in fact intangible, he could almost swear he felt a calming touch on his shoulder.
He gave an appreciative look to his first friend ever and once again calmed. "Well. This should be fun. I'm only going to probably be banishing my mom to the spiritual planes today." To this he would receive a tired look as Refia rolled her eyes. Though she loved her unofficial ward like a son, a connection none of the others could claim to have, he could be incredibly over-dramatic when it came to proving things to others. Most of all, she wished he would stop looking down upon himself for his former status as an urchin on the streets, and assumed the others did as well.
"It's going to be fine, Razpy. I think what you should worry about more is looking presentable." She'd smirk at this comment, giving him a teasing look at his oversize wizard hat clunked to one side in an odd fashion. "What do you mean by that? I'm not a wreck at all." He'd say this with good-humored sarcasm, looking around for his companion on the misadventure surely brewing. "I wonder where they are...am I early?" Checking the time sheet he had been given by the assigning professor, both he and Refia spoke, one genuinely grinning and the other trying to choke down a grimace:
"Yep."
Aldrae