(OPEN) Tengu, 1st Thread

[KUMO ' ']

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The moon light was pouring into the room. The soft clouds in the sky caressing and flexing over the waxy full moon's gaze. The soft white and blueish hue was captivating in the dark midnight blue sky. Stars speckled the sky when the lights of the city seemed to be dimmed for a mere instant. The colors of the city lights were enough to take ones breath away. The night sky, it was what Kumo was limited too. No more was he allowed to look at the light, the sun nor the brighter things that life once gave him. He was doomed to the night for all time.
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Kumo moved through the hallway and down to the managers office. Why come here you ask? It was because the man was looking for a clue, anything anything at all to help him. He was on a quest a quest to try and find his killer. but for almost three years he has found nothing. not even a single hair. The world had just chalked his death up as nothing more then an 'accident'. It was a shame, he still had family in Japan. After all this time- did they know he was dead yet? He was more then sure they did not. Nor did they care.
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Kumo moved past the mirrors and anything that flashed his reflection, well it did not. His face was not his own but was his last expression. His deathly pale skin. His lips blueish green showing he had been killed by a Poisonous spider. Just like his name Kumo- it meant 'Spider' in English. It was a stage name of course. But for now, this was good enough. His face was distorted in pain. But for now as he looked around he could chge what he looked like- for the sake of the fact he had to communicate with the living.
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Kumo phased through the wall- his hands moving out before him and his form turning solid as he moved to move to touch the floor. His body it was weak. The sun would be coming up in a few hours. He must rest, but maybe today he would get lucky. Maybe he would find someone worth talking too- or someone to help him end his endless death and suffering.
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[Namira King]

It was early, Namira knew that, much earlier than even she was used to waking up to. But she couldn't sleep, immense pain making her toss and turn into the night until she just had to get up. Sitting up in her bed, she winced and rubbed her temples slowly, hoping the pain would deaden and die down. It always happened periodically, from time to time. Had been since she was two years old.

Ever since the stroke that took her sight, she still had those times when she thought she would go insane from the pain behind her eyes. All the doctors could do was prescribe her pain medicine once she was old enough to take it on her own, and say "we'll see what happens". That was some time ago. And nothing had changed. The pain came less than before, but the intensity never deadened.

So like so many nights before, she slowly got up and shook out her clothes, letting the silkened fabric fall against her slender frame, before she felt her way to the kitchen. It was easier to keep her things in order there, safely stored away for her to find. It was a bit chilly but she just rubbed her arms and opened her cabinet, touching the labels of different medicines to read what each contained.

Once she found the one she was looking for, she grabbed a glass from the side of the sink and filled it with some cool water. Pills popped and water guzzled, she felt her way out of the kitchen and into her living room slash office, curling up on the couch as she waited for the pain to cease. She pulled a pillow into her arms and held onto it tight, her sightly-less eyes staring straight ahead as she waited for the medicine to wear off.

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Kumo heard the sounds of moving around. His dark eyes going wide as he looked over at the dark woman. She moved her hands into the cabinets. he was tempted to knock off some of the bottles. but did not. her eyes, they were such a light and soft gray. Blind... Her skin was hugged by silks and she moved to get water and take some odd medications. Was she in pain? She looked restless. She, she was the other woman's niece wasn't she? Yes, they did look a bit alike. As most families tended to do.
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His foot falls silent as the wind. His eyes locking on her as she sat on the couch and hugged her pillow praying the meds nursed her pain away. That or she was a pill popper. He figured it had to be the prior of the two. This woman had a business to run. It would not run smoothly with the head being a druggie addict. He licked his lips, a feeling he could barely feel anymore. Things of the flesh, emotions, feelings and certain senses were slowly fading away from him. It was part of this 'change' he had to deal with now. he hated it.
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He looked at her now, how she looked out at him, as if she could almost as if she could see him. It bothered him, she could not see him if he did anything radical. So then it was all left up to sound. He was going to have to speak to her. But not right out. More then likely she would assume it to be her migraine and not a reality. But then again, he never thought ghosts were real until he was like this...
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<b><i>"Hello girl...Are you restless?"</i></b>
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[Namira King]

Just a few more minutes, and the pain would go away. That was what she was constantly telling herself over and over again to make the pain go away faster. From where she was on the couch, she had started to rock back and forth, still staring forward as if she could force herself to see just for a moment. If her will was just that strong while she was in pain that she could force her eyes to work properly, just for that moment....

A moment she knew she would never have again. When she was younger, she wasn't completely blind, not for a few years after the stroke. She could have sworn that she could see slight shadows, objects blurred beyond recognition, in a black and white world. That was how the doctors knew she was going to lose her sight completely, when she no longer saw colors. Colors she no longer remembered, but wish she did all the time.

Just as a tear slipped from her bright eyes to mark its trail down her cheek, she heard a voice in her living room that made her stiffen. She knew it wasn't the medication, for it had never given her hallucinations or made her hear voices before, but then again, there was a first time for everything. "Who...who are you? What are you doing in here? I don't have anything of value..." she almost whimpered into the darkness, hoping that whoever it was left her be. First pain, now a burglar? She could only pray that this wasn't the last night she was able to feel breath in her body.

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Her cry, it was so soft. It was like a melody to his long dead ears. His eyes lid while he moved over to her. His foot falls so heavy small impressions stayed in her carpet long after his foot removed from that spot. Then soon they faded away, like had never been there. It was a silent and almost completely effortless thing. Kumo licked his lips and then moved to stand right next to her. he knelt down so that he was eye level with the woman. Her soft skin, her bright eyes. Lovely....
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<b><i>"Oh I am not here for anything valuable. I have something in mind. Something more soft... warm...-"</i></b> He said extending a ghostly pale hand out to her face. His fingers becoming solid, stiff and real for a moment. Touching her soft sweet flesh. Her body, skin so soft, he could feel the pores on her skin, the soft applicator she used to keep her looks. He could feel her heated skin. It was like something he had so many times forgotten. Real live, breathing. Alive...
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<b><i>"Now, a few years ago, what happened to the former owner, she gave this place to you yes? Be a good girl and I won't have to rip the skin off your very muscles. Talk... I am a very impatient man..."</i></b> He looked at her and then cupped her chin only to let it go again. His eyes narrowing on her for a moment. She was alive, and so now that meant he could hurt her- harm her in ways that would send a normal person insane. He could violate her. Make her feel less then dirt, all if he so felt it.
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Ohhh, so many options, and yet at the same time. he hated she could not see. but he could force mild images into her, show her the most distorted and horrific images possible. But no- not yet. He moved to reach out with both hands and then shoved her back hard on the couch. his hands becoming solid and so did the rest of him. but his skin, his very touch was beyond ice cold! It was like fire. His fingers so polar arctic frigid it had mild cool steam form the normal room temperature coming from it. His blond dyed hair hung in his face. His red eyes piercing a bit as he licked his lips. Oh, the things he would do to her if she told him nothing. If she co-operated, then she would be spared. It was as simple as that.
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[Namira King]

Namira was trying to listen for something, anything that would tell her where the person was in her house, or at least give her some indication if they were armed or not. Instead, all she heard was silence, and she couldn't tell if she was more afraid of that or that she didn't know if she was losing her mind or not.

-TBC-