Post by Kalaboo on Jun 21, 2020 6:46:35 GMT -6
Almost by tradition Kalabas would stumble upon Auber, exchange no more than a couple dozen words, and be pressed to vamoose ere they could both get to really know each other. Well, now that it was imperative for the Duke to either sway or puppet the fellow, it made sense for him to prepare for the eventuality that in mere hours or minutes some cataclysm or madman would require the ghost's attention, aid or even foiling - such was the charm of this cursed little dirt planet, there was always something to die for... Endearing, yes, but the certainty of chaos was terribly hard to plan around. Even still, Kalabas had managed a get last-second reservation on the most cursed cafe on Earth, for the low low cost of a thousand souls - quickly reaped by delousing the back of a passing orangutan.
The morning after, an invitation was sent from Kalabas' scouter - obviously encrypted with magics rather than coding - and into Auber's scouter, ship, and whatever electronic devices the 'machine elf' had deemed fit to haunt. Certainly young Edig would mind the disturbance and possibly irreparable damage, but how else was the Duke supposed to contact him without alerting big bad Kayen? Then again, it could be the case that the queen would get an eyeful of the flashing reds and greens and die frothing from the mouth. The imagined sight was quite morbid and therefore chucklesome to the ghost, until he realized Auber could also suffer the same fate, essentially ruining his plan in one fell swoop...
That bastard, he wouldn't dare die now! Would he?
Kalabas would have to wait and see. For now he passed the time by entertaining the shapeless wisps around him with simple magic tricks. The old detachable thumb trick was particularly popular, in part because the pile of ripped digits spilled over half of Kalabas' table. He was somewhat at peace here, all in all... surrounded by folks in various degrees of undeathness, relishing in the sights and smells - but not tastes - of a variety of ogrish, devilish, demonic and unliving cuisines.
The morning after, an invitation was sent from Kalabas' scouter - obviously encrypted with magics rather than coding - and into Auber's scouter, ship, and whatever electronic devices the 'machine elf' had deemed fit to haunt. Certainly young Edig would mind the disturbance and possibly irreparable damage, but how else was the Duke supposed to contact him without alerting big bad Kayen? Then again, it could be the case that the queen would get an eyeful of the flashing reds and greens and die frothing from the mouth. The imagined sight was quite morbid and therefore chucklesome to the ghost, until he realized Auber could also suffer the same fate, essentially ruining his plan in one fell swoop...
That bastard, he wouldn't dare die now! Would he?
Kalabas would have to wait and see. For now he passed the time by entertaining the shapeless wisps around him with simple magic tricks. The old detachable thumb trick was particularly popular, in part because the pile of ripped digits spilled over half of Kalabas' table. He was somewhat at peace here, all in all... surrounded by folks in various degrees of undeathness, relishing in the sights and smells - but not tastes - of a variety of ogrish, devilish, demonic and unliving cuisines.
AUBER - "DO I GO LEFT WHERE NOTHING IS RIGHT? OR RIGHT WHERE NOTHING IS LEFT?"
