A woman who could see the fae.
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				Title: <strong>A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 22:55:01</strong>
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				Tales of her being gifted with occult, medium-like abilities made her somewheat of a celebrity amongst friends. Especially after participating in a experiment by which university scholars proved that perceiving past by holding an item is possible, she was quite popular. Of course most people had rather cliche and mundane concepts of what she must feel, believing she has some instant visions, rather than subtle feelings of what *can* be. Like always, the sensitive woman had many friends, but was really alone with herself. When Patrick asked her for help with a serious, non 'can you read my mind now' matter, she might have had doubts.<br><br>But Patrick asked her most sincerely, it was about some inheritance he would miss if she didn't help him.<br>There she was, before the iron-cast gate to the oldest, creepiest house on the street. Winter was warm this year and cold wind was moving piles of dried leaves trough the residence's garden.<br>Rain falling, good she had a raincoat. Patrick wasn't responding to her pressing the doorbell.<br>He promised to be here, why didn't he respond to the doorbell?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 23:02:44</strong>
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				Her name was Cassandra Day, light blue eyes and Raven black hair became an additional oddity that described her. She was tired and the call was so brief. Patrick had never just wanted anything and she didn't liek to deny her friends what they asked. Tonight she had sense enough of wearing gloves. Shivering at the creepiness of the place. She continued to hit the abnoxious door bell "Where the hell are you Patrick!" She looked around and observed the place and its details, shivering something was so off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 23:14:33</strong>
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				There was no response no matter how long she pressed the bell. But then she saw him, his silhouetto deep in the garden, standing under a tree. At least she though it was him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 23:28:01</strong>
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				She saw something a little further off. No wonder he didn't freakin anser the door bell. She opened the latch on the gate and went into the garden "Patrick?" She kept going, yawning slightly as it were. "Patrick?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 23:52:45</strong>
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				The gate opened silently, without creaking. It was strangely silent in the garden, leaves whirling around her but hardly any wind. The house's windows were dark, moon hid behind clouds, it was like walking into a sphere of darkness. There was no sign of the human shape when she approached, like it was only an optical illusion, or perhaps something her supernatural senses felt.<br>But something felt strange at that place. It was instinctual. And something lied on the ground where the person she thought she saw would stand. A small brass key.<br>"Cassandra, there you are..." Sounded Patrick's voice behind her. "I was just looking trough uncle's toolshed, but hey, i didn't even explained you what's it all about..."<br>He came from behind the house, a young brown haired man with a pleasant face, dressed in warm sweater and jeans.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>07-01-2006, 22:45:43</strong>
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				She saw the key and was transfixed. She bent down to grab it. The gloves for the moment protecting her. She turned and saw him.&nbsp; "Patrick... weren't you just standing here? Did you drop this?" She was begining to become a little pertubed but she would allow him to explain as it seemed there was more here that met the eye. Yet wasn't that the nature of her gift. She shook her head and stood again "I promised I would come." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>08-01-2006, 03:15:14</strong>
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				He blinked, smiling uncertainly. "Dropped what? You found something? I wasn't here before, i was in the shed. Lights stopped working and i had to find tools to fix it. It's an old house and the electricity here is older than me. I'll tell you all about this place inside, okay? It's getting really cold."<br>Patrick offered Cassandra his hand. "It's all a very theathric situation, my uncle's will must be somewhere here, but i don't know where. I only have a clue..."<br>At the moment, lightning struck the rod at the top of the roof. First lightning of the coming storm.<br>They hurried to the brown wood door, into a dark but cozy corridor. Patrick helped Cassandra remove her raincoat, talking about his uncle who was an excentric artist, but a very nice person.<br>The residence's kitchen had impractical but nice looking furniture with the exception of a modern microwave cooker and fridge. An old fashioned oven coexisted with them, and Patrick used it to make cofee since the electricity was out. "It's dark, sorry... I'll fix it in a minute. At least we're warm and dry..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>09-01-2006, 15:43:28</strong>
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				She loked at him holding the key that he simply ignored, and without thought she put it in her jean pants pocket. Listening to his meanderings she felt he was out of sorts. She shook her head and heard the comming storm. She didn't think there would be one but suddenly there was. She took his hand and followed him. As he took her coat and she took her scarf off, he could see she was in jeans and a soft chasmere cream sweater. She felt a little odd and displaced but didn't know why. "Will... ok" She followed him and was happy the stove didn't depend on the electricity. "It's ok sweety... do what you have to and yes its at least warm and dry." She still had not taken her gloves off and for the moment thought it wasn't a good idea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>10-01-2006, 17:55:37</strong>
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				Droplets of rain could be heard high up on the roof, as well as on the thick glass window.<br>Patrick gone to check a fuse box in the corridor, and came back bearing an electrical part. "Doesn't look damaged, and i know how to fix..." In a lapse of mind, with an almost <em>Pavlovian</em> instinct, Cassandra's friend did a most silly thing imaginable. To take a better look at the fuse part, he flicked on a small electric lamp standing on the table. A second before he gasped in suprise, twisting his usually composed and friendly face into a most clownish look of confusion, the lamp lit itself with a warm, amber glow.<br>A lit lamp is normally not a suprising thing, but in this very moment, with the supposedly unworking fuse lying right next to it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>10-01-2006, 19:45:33</strong>
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				She noticed in a bit of dismay... "Uhm... patrick.. is that not the main fuse?" She felt a shiver go down her spine. "What did your uncle do, again?" She looked nervous. She looked around the room to see if she could discern anything. Suddenly she almost felt the need to go back outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>10-01-2006, 22:33:13</strong>
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				Patrick's eyes were wide when he flicked the switch a few times. "I don't have the dimmest idea how..."<br>Took a few seconds for him to respond, then he scratched his head and looked at the lamp's cable.<br>"Maybe there's a second installation, there's no other way, it's the main fuse all right."<br>The cable of course was plugged into a contact, but where the contact got it's electricity was a mystery.<br>Patrick pushed a chair out of the way, then glanced back at where the fuse box was.<br>"I... i will get the tools and check it, seems like a good start actually. We'll get to our matters in a minute..."<br>His voice suggested he's nervous, but won't admit it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>11-01-2006, 22:53:19</strong>
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				She held Patricks arm. Looking him straight in the eye "Don't leave me here long... " She just felt eerie and scared. Why would a light work like that, he had the main fuse in his hand. She looked around the room and went towards a window to look outside. This place was really giving her the creeps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>12-01-2006, 04:20:28</strong>
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				"Don't be afraid..." Patrick bit his lip, then looked in her eyes with growing unease. "What are you thinking?" his voice stuttered. He quickly strode out of the room, speaking on how she should relax and not worry. Outside droplets of rain fell heavily on the windows. When Cassandra looked out of them, she saw the dark silhouetto again, this time up close. It wasn't just a moment, he was standing right there, and Cassandra had him from the side now. It had to be from the back previously, as on the face, he had a silvery whiteish mask of sorts. The anorectically thin phantom didn't turn to face her, just gave her a strange sing with his hand, gloved by a laced black glove.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>12-01-2006, 13:20:54</strong>
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				She looked out in awe. What was going on. She touched her hand to her temple. Nothing was making sense. This thing was pricking her curiosity it was so close. She stepped closer to the window to see what more. She was scared but it was relative she just didn't understand and that in turn was causing her fear. Time and space meant nothing at the moment. Nothing was making sense. She looked back Patrick had not returned what did this thing want. Why.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>12-01-2006, 16:21:17</strong>
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				It didn't look at her, just took a step and dissapeared from the window.<br>Cassandra felt like that short moment could have lasted from a second to few minutes, disoriented.<br>She felt her senses returning, like released from a grasp, like she was engulfed by something for a moment.<br>Details of the room seemed sharper, rhytm of the falling rain seemed heavier and louder.<br>She heard Patrick calling for her. "Cassie? You there?" But rather then getting back to the kitchen, he was looking for her upstairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>12-01-2006, 16:33:31</strong>
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				"Patrick, in here?" She didn't want to move something seemed strange. She looked around and saw things in such wondering detail. She didn't understand and was immeadiately becoming scared. ONe who had always delt with the strangeness of things now this was becoimng to ackward to bare. She took a step back, the vividness of everything scared her more "PATRICK!!" She called out in a tad bit of fear. She had no clue were she was either. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>13-01-2006, 12:45:30</strong>
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				"Where are you going, Cassie?" came his muffled voice from somewhere above. "Cassie!?" After a moment he was going back the stairs. At the time, Cassandra felt like somebody with poor sight who got to wear perfectly chosen glasses. Like waking from a sleep, she saw every crack in the wood, every piece of dust...<br>She also couldn't help not to notice that one piece of wall, just near the stove, was much newer then the rest, there was a door there but it was sealed at some point.<br>Entering, Patrick jumped up in suprise seeing her. "Weren't you upstairs a moment ago?" he immidietaly asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>13-01-2006, 14:58:28</strong>
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				She turned to look at him something was weirding her out. "I haven't moved Patrick, I've been here all this time.. I was looking out the window, I..." She was begining to feel flushed what was going on she continued to look at all that was happeneing around her it just looked odd. Had something here awoken something she didn't know... Did she.. questions and questions were going about her and residing what the hell was going on. She just couldn't get the words out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>13-01-2006, 19:54:50</strong>
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				"Well, i thought i saw you walking down the hall to the library..." He shrugged, but a drop of sweat appeared on his brow. "It was a strange day, the light, and before the tv started acting up... Maybe it's true what they say, that some souls make trouble a few days after their death, energy not finding it's way... You know."<br>Turning to the empty fusebox, his shoulders heaved with a sigh. "Maybe i'll just light a candle, see, the thing i meant to ask you about..."<br>Soft noise of a far away thunder...<br>"Even doctors said you have a gift for intuition. I have uncle's will, it's obviously missing a page, and there's no way i'd believe the page wasn't important. Nobody would believe me, but when i was younger my uncle bragged a lot about having claims to land, back in Canada... He wasn't the kind of person to make things up, but i have nowhere to start looking than the will..." He looked around, first for a brass candle holder, then a packet of white candles, finally for a cloth-bound book...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>17-01-2006, 16:23:08</strong>
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				She watched him in awe and listened. "Yes the doctors did prove that. I'm a little weirded out here though." She looked around and back at him. What else could go strange she did not know. She wasn't sure she wanted to be thinking it as well either as time and space had it she was already slightly pricked. She walked to wear she saw the closed off door and touched. Almost forgeting patrick all together and curiousity taking hold.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>17-01-2006, 20:28:19</strong>
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				The wall to the left of the stove was thinner and had a distinctly whiter, newer shade of paint on it.<br>Cassandra's fingers slid trough the hard surface, sealed by somebody long ago... She felt something that she thought at first was beating of her own heart. It was the sound of fingers tapping the wall from the other side, softly and calmly. To Patrick it looked like his friend was just tired and lost in thinking, so he didn't say a word. In the silence, only broken by the faint sound of raindropse Cassandra could hear and feel very well.<br>He, certainly a 'he' not a 'she', was on the other side. He was composed but worried, not for his own safety but for... Cassandra's. He meant to give a warning, but also tell her to calm down. And he could only tap, not speak, because...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>18-01-2006, 19:32:13</strong>
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				She went further confused and noticing the lack of attention and then concern from this.. She was in a pertubed state of mind. What was going on what was this who...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>18-01-2006, 23:37:11</strong>
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				Broad shouldered man in his late twenties, with features bringing a medieval knight from a painting to mind.<br>Dressed in black canvas pants and a white shirt with ties instead of buttons. His dark eyes sad with the futility of what he was doing. And he was trying to warn Cassandra that she is in a dangerous place, that she should not stand where she is...<br>How did she see him? A wondrous feeling that often happens in dreams. She knew they don't see each other, but knew how he looks and what he's doing. While oblivious to the real world around her, she also realised that there's something over her head. Terrible, paralysing feeling of fear, the kind of involuntary fear that people feel of physical pain, washed around her.<br>With her dream-like sight, Cassandra knew there is a black spot growing on the ceiling above her head, but feared to look up at it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>20-01-2006, 14:51:39</strong>
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				She wasn't sure what to think or what to do. She wanted to listen to the feeling of the knight and yet curiosty and Patrick kept her standing where she was. She didn't want to look up in a bit of fear of what would decend. Looking left and right taking a step closer to the door. What in damnation had overcome her she wasn't sure but it was time to find out she could not stay here a night without knowledge of what to face. Her face pailed a little knowing something was definately wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>21-01-2006, 19:35:34</strong>
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				With frightening noise of glass shattering, <em>something</em> sipped trough the ceiling and fallen on Cassandra like a heavy blanket. It was dark, thick and powerful. With her face covered, the woman felt like she no longer knows where she is. There was no room, no Patrick, no mysterious man behind the wall, just darkness and numbness. It was hard to breathe, and hard to move. After a moment she would assure herself that indeed, there are swathes of black silk all around her. Even stretching her hands out grasped only more silk.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>23-01-2006, 15:23:25</strong>
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				She felt completely dazed and confused. She felt the black silk all over and began to struggle. "PATRICK!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>23-01-2006, 16:40:24</strong>
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				It was so strange, waves of soft blackness all over her. Shouting seemed to dissapear, falling into empty void. <br>There was no sign of Patrick, no trace of the room she was in. All around her were the black waves, and Cassandra could realize she is not just wrapped in wads of silk. It was a whole labyrinth, and only little light was coming from somewhere. Walls, tunnels, all from the flowing material. There was also some movement behind her, like somebody else trying to make his way trough the strange place. Patrick?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>23-01-2006, 18:52:07</strong>
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				She went forward through the maze of silks. Sighing softly calling out for Patrick. She wasn't sure where to go, following the soft silk here and there. She moved as the voice from behind did not speak. Slowly though she wondered. If it's not Patrick then who and she kept moving through the maze. Until finally she became paniced stricken and ran a little faster feeling so enclosed. "PATRICK" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>25-01-2006, 01:52:01</strong>
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				Closer then she thought, a dark silhouetto creeped behind her. It was the gaunt man from the garden, the one that shown himself to her as soon as she arrived. Cassandra as still making her way trough the maze with the feeling of his presence growing over time. The pale-faced, long-haired apparition would glide behind, not making any noise, then order the labyrinth with his thoughts to block her path. A dead end, with the black walls giving no further passage, and she had to turn back, then she would see him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>25-01-2006, 13:06:37</strong>
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				She was paniced not being able to find a way out and the sense that something was following. She found no means to the end of this and she turned around. She saw him the look of fear followed by the shock of what she saw she took steps back until she hit the silken wall. She felt that this was all wrong and she recognized the appirtion to an extent as the first she saw. She looked left and right and almost felt she had no where to go. "PATRICK!" She cried... in hopes he would hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>26-01-2006, 03:45:50</strong>
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				The apparition man opened his mouth, but spoke nothing. He was almost like a ghost with pale face and tattered black hair. There was something scarecrow-like in him too, the way he was thin and wrapped in loose robes. Put a finger to his mouth, trying to calm Cassandra. She could not feel the same kind of goodness that the knight radiated, he was much different, much more disconcerting. When he was very close to her, reaching to touch her, Cassandre could feel that the silk behind her is soft enough to go trough. It was all a world of illusion, and perception didn't work properly. The gaunt man tried to seize and hold her, not speaking nothing. Floor under her gone soft and she fell down. A sad cry of the wraith was the last thing she heard.<br><br>Head clear, she was back at the kitchen again. Lights were still out, outside raindrops fell on the dry leaves, and there was no sight of Patrick. "Cassie!?" He was upstairs, shouting in <em>fear</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>26-01-2006, 21:50:10</strong>
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				Confusion was all but settling in. "PATRICK!" she felt so odd and disoriented. She wasn't sure what was real or not anymore. She looked around. Putting a hand to the back of her head murmurring to herself <em>bad.... this is going to get worse before better.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>27-01-2006, 02:00:31</strong>
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				The house was all real again, just as normal as when they first entered. After the first shout came another, charged with panic and fear. "What the hell! What's happening!?" Patrick was struggling with something in a room above. Something crashed loudly, making the ceiling shake. "This is crazy!" followed it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>27-01-2006, 14:52:56</strong>
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				Comming out of the daze, she heard him heard the sound and gained enough energy to get up and go upstairs. "PATRICK!" she looked around. She felt so very ackward what wsa going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>28-01-2006, 00:55:17</strong>
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				She ran trough the creaking stairs, barely avoiding stumbling in the darkness. The pleasant, warm atmosphere of the house was gone, replaced by gloom. At the end of the stairs, something thing swung before her face, but too fast to notice what it was. Maybe just an errant shadow, maybe from some lighting outside?<br>Second door to the left, the library, had it's door left ajar. Inside was a most <em>crazy</em> sight of Patrick struggling against a decorative wooden chair. The wooden rails of the chair were moving fluidly at Cassandra's very eyes, wrapping around his wrists, and legs warped to seize his ankles. With another pull, Patrick made the chair collapse to the floor again. "Cas...!?" He yelped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>15-02-2006, 19:03:20</strong>
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				Running to where she heard him, Stopping in shock of what she saw. She began to go pail everything was begining to confuse and clutter her. She went to him kneeling beside him and the collapsed chair. "PATRICK!" She was wondering if this was a good idea after all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>16-02-2006, 21:01:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick had a completely dazzled and confused expression on his face. The chair came alive like in a dream and tried bend it's legs to get up. "I don't know what's happening! The things alive? Help me!" He panted, while trying to free his hands from the chair's grip. "I must be dreaming, Cassandra... Are you dreaming with me perhaps?" The chair managed to stand up and hold Patrick to sit up straight. "Behind you!" His shout was followed by the sound of wooden legs tapping on the floor behind Cassandra...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>16-02-2006, 22:56:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Running to him hitting the chair with her bare hands. "Let him go..." And she stopped.. she heard the behind her comment and went rigidly still. Something in the back of her mind was telling her don't look back. She looked at the whole situtation and began to slowly freak out. Sweat beading on her brow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 21:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was an antique wooden chair with velvet cushions and sculpted handrails, walking like a strange four-legged creature and trying to force itself under Cassandra. It was like a naughty dog trying to provoke his master to play, just stronger and made of wood. It's leg prodded her leg trying to make her fall in the chair itself, while at the moment Patrick was still unable to free himself from his chairs wooden grip. The wooden rails simply flown around his hands and ankles and solidified around them like they would always be that way. "What a dream." He said, obviously believing in it because he stopped struggling. "Cassie, are you in my dream too?" He asked her completely seriously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>20-02-2006, 18:10:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at Patrick with a look of 'huh' and shook her head. This was all a dream to him it can't be happening but she knew better. She kept hitting the damn chair and then she felt the poke/prod to her legs to make her sit. She screeched as she lost balance and fell right into it. Her mind was going to fast for words and she was feeling really warm now. She didn't know what to do and she attempted to sit up from the moving chair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A woman who could see the fae.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Celestial Goblin</strong> on <strong>20-02-2006, 20:28:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was like a dream. The chair's rails wrapped around her wrists like snakes, then flowed back into a solid shape. Same happened to her ankles and she was bound to the chair like a prisoner in a medieval bondage device. Only that the wood was all solid around her, with no mechanical parts. For a moment Patrick just looked at her scared. "Don't worry, it's a dream." He told her. "At least now i can tell you that i love you... Do love you me in reality? Tell me the truth!" He demanded like he would be talking to a ghost or something. Nothing happened for a long time, Cassandra could remind herself on how she got to this place, recall details that didn't fit well with it all being a dream. Her instinct told her it's not a dream. And then she heard steps on the corridor, heavy and slow, very far away but getting closer. Patrick didn't seem to have heard them at all.
			</dd>
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