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Posted on March 25, 2018 at 11:04:47 PM by aura
TW: Aura's posts invariably contain strong death themes.
But all that has changed, and now I'm bold.
Brock couldn’t believe his eyes. He blinked in astonishment.
“G – g – ” He started to stutter. “G – ghost?”
The receptionist at Angel Academy, a grumpy young man called Pete, sighed pointedly. Brock often wondered why Pete worked at all, when he seemed to hate everything about his job… and yet here he was, apparently permanently glued to the desk. Aura thought it was funny. She made jokes that Pete never seemed to get and winked at Brock whenever she walked past. Mostly, Pete just made Brock nervous.
“I – uh…” He muttered, while Pete glared at him.
It was a ghost, though! Just sat there, in the lobby, knees together and hands clasped in lap. She was a teenage girl, probably around sixteen or so, with fair skin and grey eyes… and colour. Her hair was a dark orange-brown, like the colour of fallen leaves, and she had on brown trousers and a dark green tunic. The colour wasn’t blinding against the backdrop of grey, since she was translucent and slightly blurred at the edges. Brock could see the seat right through her legs.
“Y-you should come with me.” Brock told her, trying not to stare.
“Excuse me,” Pete snorted, “she hasn’t got an appointment.”
Brock glanced guiltily at him before making a hasty come on! gesture to the ghost girl. He scuttled past Pete, trying hard to ignore the latter’s hard look, and breathed a little sigh of relief when he pushed open the door at the far end of the lobby and made it into the Pete-free corridor. The walls on one side were lined with lockers, like an American high school, and the other side had doors leading to empty classrooms. Brock and Aura still hadn’t figured out how to populate their school, although they got a lot of visitors. Well, Aura got a lot of visitors. Brock mostly just got disappointment when those visitors realised that she was off being important and they had to talk to him instead.
He led the ghost girl down the corridor, through a set of double doors, up the stairs, down another corridor and round a corner towards a room with a plaque which read Principal’s Office. Since it was the largest office in the school and has some comfy furniture, he and Aura had commandeered it when they moved in and used it for their research. Brock twisted the grey doorknob and pushed the door open, revealing an old-fashioned office which looked like a professor’s private study. It had a desk, old-timey rugs and curtains, grey wood-panel walls and bookshelves with dusty tomes. To his relief, Aura was still there. She’d foregone both of the squishy armchairs and was camped up on the floor with her back against the wall, surrounded by books. Brock’s eyes shot instantly to the pink-red apple in her hand. She must’ve brought it back from the Realm of the Living, since no such thing existed in the Realm of the Dead.
“Hi.” She said vaguely, without looking up from the book propped open on her lap. She wasn’t eating the apple; just tossing it up and down with one hand while scowling at the text in front of her.
“Uh – Aura.” Brock shifted his weight between his feet. “Uh, ghost.”
Aura glanced up, still frowning. Her eyebrows lifted at the sight of the ghost girl stood next to Brock and she paused in the act of tossing her apple.
“Huh.” She sounded more curious than surprised. “Astral projection?”
They thought I was weak, but I am strong; they sold me the world but they were wrong
And now that I'm back, I still belong.
she's not touching the staff, so she's in normal clothes (shorts and a tank top)
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