Steel yourself!

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 3:04 am

"I... I don't know," Alex said, shifting back. "What's it made of?" he asked, reaching for it.

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 3:06 am

"Oh, you know how it is," Regan says, "This and that. My soul. Mostly."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 3:40 am

"Wait, what?" Alex asked as he took the sword. "It feels like- oh holy SHIT!" He had never managed to sync to anything that quickly. It was almost as if the sword WANTED him to bond with it. The feel of it, though, was amazing. He could feel the energy of the sword, now in his own body, energy that he knew could be used, but he was damned if he knew how. He could feel it building seething, permeating everything...

With a gasp and a shudder, he tossed it down, trying to shift back to his human form. "Holy jesus, what is that..."

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 3:50 am

Regan felt the weirdest sense of doubling all of the sudden. Her eyes hurt as she tried to sort out an added sensory input that had her looking at herself looking at Alex.

Jesus McFuckface.

"The hell!?" Regan managed to say when she finally managed to get her head in order.

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 3:58 am

"I don't know! I just... hell, I didn't think it would work! Most metals don't!" He shuddered, reaching for a chunk of steel. He tried to sync with it, only to feel it turning to the same metal he was. "Oh dammit, that wasn't what I was trying to do..."

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 4:03 am

"This is what I get for trying to be nice," Regan says, "A migraine."

Conflicting emotions were at war in Regan. She felt confused, annoyed, weirded out, full of self-loathing and bitterness (well, that checked out at least), a little bit excited, and maybe sort of hungry?

"Okay, just...stop...feeling for a second," Regan says, "Otherwise I think I'm going to vomit. And ghosts can't really vomit but damn it I would find a way."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 4:08 am

"Yeah, okay," Alex said, and he would have taken a deep breath, but metal men didn't breathe. "Just... relax. Not a big deal. Just... different, right? Everything's cool." He tried to calm down, idly manipulating the chunk of... whatever he was, that he was holding. It did always help relax him, after all.

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 4:17 am

"Okay," Regan says. After a few incidents with the ring, Ms. Valentine had taught her how to block things out. Or tried to at least. Regan was a difficult student.

Now, she was relying on half remembered lessons to try to fix whatever the hell was going on.

"Okay," Regan says, "I think I'm good."

And that's when she doubled over and vomited a mixture of black tar and ectoplasm all over the lawn.

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 4:22 am

And similarly, Alex started vomiting what appeared to be iron shavings all over his side of the bushes.

"I... think... well that... happened," he gasped, more on reflex than need of air. ANd that was when he managed to shift back. And realized that ghost vomit did, indeed, touch him. "Oh god, gross..."

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 4:24 am

"Sorry." Regan says, wiping her mouth.

God, that is embarrassing. What is wrong with me? Can't I go two seconds without fucking up?

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 4:31 am

"Sorry," Alex said at the same time. "I can't do anything right..."

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 4:36 am

"I think we're like...blending or something..." Regan says, "You have to shut me out. Focus on just yourself..."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 5:07 am

"Blending? What do you mean?" he asked, wiping the goop off of his hand on the grass. ...How did she throw up? Ghosts don't EAT...

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 5:16 am

"I wonder how..." Regan mumbled, half-distracted for a moment before shaking her head, "Our thoughts are all mixed up together. Try focusing on one thing that we don't have in common."

Regan focuses on...well...the experience of dying.

...It's a unique experience!

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 5:26 am

Alex shuddered, momentarily dragged out of his focusing on turning into a different metal... but that sensation was so alien and horrible that he managed to tear himself away, focusing on himself as he jammed his hand into his bag of metal, his fingers closing around the troy ounce of silver he had in there, and feeling rather amazed when he managed to turn into it. Whoa... Never managed this before...

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 5:33 am

"Okay. Okay," Regan says, "I think we're good now."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 8:27 am

"Yeah, that was... wow," Alex said, trying to shake the feelings he'd felt from her from his mind. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect... that," he said, picking up the soulsword to hand back to her.

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 9:47 am

Regan takes it and dismisses it, "Kind of freaky."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 10:11 pm

Alex looked her over, and it was rather obvious the various questions that were going through his mind about her. And it was just as obvious when he dismissed them as 'none of his damned business'.

Though perhaps it was a bit more obvious to Regan than most. "Seriously didn't think that would work. What kind of metal was that?"

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 10:21 pm

"It was forged by Belasco, lord of Limbo," Regan says, "He used my soul and the fires of the Burning Pits to create it."

"There was no metallurgist on hand in Hell, so I never found out the exact chemical composition of the magic sword."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 10:54 pm

"...And I really wish that I could ask if you were making that up, but somehow I can't think you are," Alex said.

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 10:57 pm

"Actually, I've been lying about everything all along. I'm not even a ghost. This is done with mirrors and wires!"

by **Alex Carpenter** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 11:38 pm

Which made him think of the fact that she was dead, which made him remember...

He shuddered visibly. "Yeah, mirror and wires. That'd be nice..."

by **Regan Rourke** » Mon Jul 29, 2013 11:40 pm

Regan winces, "Okay, don't think about that. Think about something happy and cheerful and shit. You seem like the sort of guy that's into that crap."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:02 am

Alex waved it off. "I'll deal," he said. "I'm the kind of guy that isn't into stupid delusions," he added with a dry smile.

by **Regan Rourke** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:05 am

"So, you're only into intelligent delusions?"

by **Alex Carpenter** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:59 am

"Maybe. You know of any? We could try it."

by **Regan Rourke** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:48 pm

"Sorry, I only delude myself."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:31 pm

"Thought that was supposed to make you go blind."

by **Regan Rourke** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:33 pm

"Ghosts don't have nerves, Alex," Regan says, scoffing, "Jeez. Don't be an idiot."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 7:07 pm

"Wow. A ton of stuff just started making sense."

by **Regan Rourke** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 7:15 pm

"That's what happens when you check your privilege, fool."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 8:14 pm

"The hell does that mean?"

by **Regan Rourke** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 8:16 pm

"It means people are way too biocentric."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 8:18 pm

"So do the smart thing and just shuffle off the mortal coil with you, right?" Alex said, smirking weakly now.

by **Regan Rourke** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 8:21 pm

"Well, I wasn't going to be the one to say it..." Regan says.

by **Alex Carpenter** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 8:22 pm

"Totally thinking it. Still counts."

by **Regan Rourke** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 8:27 pm

"I think that at everyone though," Regan says, "So it doesn't count."

by **Alex Carpenter** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 8:34 pm

"And here I thought I was special. Darn," he said.

by **Regan Rourke** » Tue Jul 30, 2013 8:36 pm

"You're totally special," Regan says, "Like a kid with a helmet."

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