Date: 2015-03-01 04:21 am (UTC)
apassingafternoon: (I know there is something wrong)
Trish replaced the boards for good and placed herself back into her chair, and though his question entirely fair it did rid her expression of any immediate positivity.

"This world is probably very different from yours, it's a graveyard of sorts, for one thing. We constantly see fractions of other places arrive, whether those fractions are people, locations, animals, or new trade doesn't matter. Nothing ever remains steady here for very long. So we have many natives but just as many foreigners, so to say. None of us really mind them, of course. And none of us really know what brought the Spectres, either, or what began to change people into them. Some will tell you a very long and involved legend, and many more will tell you that your Nariko and that woman fought that Shadowlord and her concubine themselves, that much is true because we all saw it."

"But no matter what good dead that girl tries to do she's still half a Spectre. It shouldn't be possible but there she is, looks perfectly normal but at the drop of a hat she gains unbelievable strength and if angered enough turns into an unstoppable behemoth. Since she was vey young she could always see who would die and who would become a Spectre." Trish shook her head as if clearing out the doubt in her heart. "I know all of this because she and I were from the same town. Aerie, which Kaine destroyed when she got out of hand. She is something that should not exist and that most everyone here would rather," What was a nice word for it? "Avoid."
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