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Alexanders Odd Encounter Sr Legion 240321
In a cozy, colorfully decorated bohemian bedroom, Alexander encounters an unexpected visitor: a ghostly young woman named Alice, dressed in modern attire but distinctly odd due to her translucent nature and missing eyes. Initially startled, Alexander learns that Alice is unaware or forgetful of her death, seeking a friend named Tabitha whom she believed resided in the house. The conversation reveals that Alice, once living, was a witch involved in a tragic story tied to a vampire named Paul, an artifact of ominous power, and a spell gone terribly wrong. Desperate to save her friend Liz from Paul's manipulative clutches, Alice had turned to dark magic, only to pay the ultimate price, leading to her current ethereal existence.
As Alice shares her haunting tale, Alexander, empathizing with her plight, offers assistance. He learns of Liz's likely survival and ponders over Alice's lingering concerns about her friend's wellbeing and the dangerous artifact she meddled with. Despite Alice's skepticism about remedying her tragic mistakes, Alexander commits to seeking help from Tabitha and his contacts within the Order to address the unresolved issues Alice's story has uncovered. Their conversation concludes with a chilling but heartfelt gesture of thanks from Alice before she disappears into the night, leaving Alexander determined to make amends for the past, not just for Alice's sake, but for the greater good. This encounter interweaves themes of regret, redemption, and the complex dynamics between the living and the dead, highlighting Alexander's resolve in the face of supernatural dilemmas.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRLegion):SRLegion)
[Wed Mar 20 2024]
In a cozy little bedroom
Decorated and draped in a colorful array of fabrics, this bohemian room looks rich with it's jewel-toned hues. Though cramped, the room feels cozy, with walls painted a muted marigold and the cool tiled floor warmed by a thick, dark blue rug. While sparse, the furniture (comprised of a bed, a dresser and a mirrored vanity), is dark cherry wood and in good, but thrifted, condition. Each piece has been restored to reveal its original luster. The bed is only a double, but any larger and there would be only a sliver of walking space.
It is after dusk, about 35F(1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target encounters a ghost who's fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it's way through more violent means.
)
Alexander is relaxing on his bed in his home on the edge of the woods, he's taking a bit of mid evening nap, sure he'll be up for several more hours, gazing ash is phone.
There is motion, shifting in the evening, and then some figure drifts through the wall. It is a young woman, perhaps in her late teens or early twenties, and she's dressed more or less like you'd expect a modern woman to be dressed: yoga pants, a pair of sneakers, with a sports bra and an unzipped hoodie over it. If there's anything odd about her, it's that she's holding an iPod Touch with wired headphones -- oh, and also she's dead. She's translucent, and when she looks up she is missing her eyes. "Oh!" she says, surprised, as if her eyes aren't missing at all.
Alexander yelps and sits up when he sees a woman drift in through his wall, for a moment he thinks nightmare, but, the eyes. He slips back and tilts his head. "...oh?" he replies back. Blinking
"I wasn't expecting you here," the ghostly young woman says to Alexander. "I --" She looks around. "Is Tabitha home?" Does she know she is dead? Does she not know she is dead? This is a confusing sort of question, really, for almost anyone: what do we really know about ourselves? This woman, though -- she's looking at Alexander with empty sockets. If he was to peer, a little, they might seem as if they still run with something like melted eyeballs. "I thought she lived here," she says, her tone congenial.
nods to her. "Tabitha moved, I live here now," he notes. "Did you need her?" He asks, shifting to a seated position. He shifts a bit uneasily, eyes turning from holding her 'gaze'. "I can help out in her stead, if you want?" Alexander asks. "Um...you're a ghost?" he broaches, as gently as he seems to be able to muster.
There is a long, uncomfortable pause from the eyeless young woman. It is hard to see a ghost blush: after all, they are pale and translucent by their nature, but the way she looks away conveys the sense of embarrassment. "I forget, sometimes," she confesses to Alexander. "It's... being dead is weird." She reaches up to slip her earphones out of her ears. "Not gonna lie, I don't recommend it."
Alexander blinks. "You're..." He hesitates, clearly uneasy, moving to stand. "I mean it's fine I guess, I'm just surprised I've never spoken to a ghost so..." He gestures. "Alive."
"I used to be a lot more alive," the young woman tells Alexander with some frustration. She perches against the vanity. "My name is Alice," she shares to the young man. "Are you friends with Tabi?" she asks. "I don't even know if she remembers me," she says. "We were sisters together in Tri-Delt -- well, in Tri-Delt and in some other things, too." There's an evaluating look. "You know what she is?" she asks the man.
Alexander nods to her and winces. "Alice, I'm Alex. Nice to meet you," he doesn't bother saying he wishes it was under better circumstances. "I am, we butt heads a lot but she's a sweetheart," he tells her. "Uh, besides a hottie witch type? I'm a uh, magician." He doesn't need to be that sheepish does he? She's a ghost. She's gotta be a little aware.
"I was a magician, too," Alice tells Alexander. "Well. A witch," she shares with Alexander. "I was a member of the Coven," she says. "There were a few of us, then," she explains, her melted, sightless eyes tracking the young man. "It just. You know." She pauses. "It didn't work out for me."
"Oh," Alexander says and rubs the back of his head. "...What happened?" he asks. "If you don't mind telling me," he says lifting his hands somewhat. "I don't mean to pry."
There's a melted-eye stare at Alexander. "I tried a spell," she says. "A big one. There was..." She breathes in, her nostrils flaring. "There was a guy," she explains. "Well. He wasn't alive, either, but he wasn't like..." She gestures, her hands going through her body. "He was the other kind of undead. You know what I'm saying?"
Alexander nods to her. "Like a ghost walker or...like a spirit, Eidolon or whatever?" he asks. He leans against the wall and studies her, clearly engaged by the story.
"No," Alice says with a little humor. It might flash in her eyes, but -- she doesn't have eyes. She leans forward, and then with a smile that can only be described as impush, she reaches up to make a 'fang' gesture with two fingers. "Not gonna lie," she declares to him. "He was hot, in like that broody way. I also kind of think he was like a thousand years old. So that was a thing," she tells Alexander.
"Oh!" Alexander nods. "Do you remember his name? The uh..." He laughs to himself and makes fangs with his fingers. "I mean they're all kind of unnervingly hot, I wonder if that happens when you turn or just..." he gestures.
"He called himself Paul," the woman shares with Alexander. "I wanted him. Everyone wanted him," she explains. "But it was Liz who he wanted. I don't know why," she says. She reaches up to touch her hair. Was it brown, when it wasn't washed out and pale. "She had hair like midnight? Maybe that was it. But once it became clear, I guess, I was glad it wasn't me he chose."
Alexander nods along to her story. "So, what happened then?" he asks tilting his head curiously. "How did this result in the spell?" he asks.
The young woman -- Alice -- asks, "Ever had a bad boyfriend?" She looks at him. "Well, or girlfriend, or whatever you are into," she says. "I don't, like, exactly know the year anymore. Twenty-twenty-three?" she hazards. "I don't judge."
Alexander nods. "Almost exclusively," he confesses and then smirks. "Twenty twenty four," he tells her. "Only dated gals so far, though one gal liked to turn into a boy, and I take it back, she wasn't bad at all."
"Oh, that's a fun trick!" Alice exclaims. "I did that once with -- anyways," she says. "I don't kiss and tell," she informs Alexander. "It turns out Paul was a really bad boyfriend," she shares. "Liz would show up to class haggard and gaunt, or bruised and hurt, or she wouldn't show up at all." She bites her lip. "He did something to her mind. A few of us got together to get her into the machine, but... we couldn't do anything about it. There was a spell, some divination, and he did -something- to her, something where his eyes turned black and awful, and he forced her to love him."
Alexander takes a deep breath and nods slowly. His demeanor shifts as she tells the tale, growing angry, frustrated. He sticks a hand in his pocket as it turns into a clenched fist. "Right," he says.
"We tried to stop it," Alice whispers to Alexander. "But there's no spell we knew to break that magic, so I just... I started researching. I looked for something, anything. She was my friend, right?" she says. "Who wouldn't try to help your friend?"
Alexander nods to Alice seriously. "Of course, I understand," he assures her. His muscles tense somewhat.
Whispering, now, Alice tells Alexander, "I found something. An artifact," she says. "The origins of it were... I don't know." She looks guilty. "That's a lie. I do know," she says. "They were bad, the kind of bad they lock up, the kind of bad where finding a key is hard and probably not a good idea. It was..." She bites her lip. "A skull. I don't know whose skull, but it had black gems for eyes."
"Troublesome mojo," Alexander says softly, but avoids admonishing her. She's clearly paid for it. "You were desperate, you wanted to help, I get it." How easy it is for power to draw on good intentions.
"I took it with me," Alice tells Alexander. "I found him. I called on its power," she shares. "I looked him in the eyes -- I commanded him, I commanded him to release her, and he laughed at me." Her voice is pitched low, quiet. "Have you ever seen a vampire laugh?" she asks the young man. There's something a little broken in her tone.
Alexander reaches out towards her, an offer of comfort, then he stops and the weight of it hits him. Talking to a dead girl of her laments. "It didn't work...?" he asks.
For a moment, there's almost peace on Alice's ruined face: she closes her eyes, and her eyelids hide the hollows there. She's pretty, young, with a little makeup -- if Alexander doesn't notice the melted eyeballs leaking from the corners of her eyes like gooey tears.
"This sucks," Alexander says, somewhat childishly. He stares at Alice and that's all he can feel. The weight of an unfair universe poised against a sea of lives. People, flawed, and struggling and doing their best to help one another, and the monsters who take advantage of the human righteous impulse. The people punished for it. He exhales, feeling a sting of emotion burning at his throat.
"Yeah," Alice says after a moment. Her eyes open, and then there are those sockets all over again. "He laughed," she says. "He laughed and laughed, and I reached for the skull's power, and I took as much of it into me as I could. And I could feel it," she shares with Alexander. "I could feel it..." She trails off, and there's a look of grief and horror at the memory. Almost unconsciously, she reaches up towards her empty eyes.
Alexander keeps his gaze focused on her, on the grotesque image before him. He nods, and listens intently, letting her speak without interrupting, lingering close, his eyes fixed.
Whispering, the ghost of the young woman says, "I tried to reach for more power, and I got it." She's on the edge of tears -- but of course, she can't cry. "I got it, and I could feel my eyes burn, and then I couldn't feel anything at all." What happened to Liz? What happened to the artifact that was supposed to be under lock and key?
Alexander exhales. "I'm so sorry, Alice," what else can he say? He's not going to pester her for details, even as his mind wonders with idle curiosity. What's before him is a woman who has suffered endlessly, little else seems to take the reins for his brain. "...Is there anything I can do? Anything I can help with?" he asks.
After a while, Alice just looks back at Alexander. "I don't know," she says. "It feels good to tell the story." There's a long, uncertain pause. "I wish I knew what happened to Liz, though," she says. "I wish -- I wish I knew." She pauses. "But I guess there aren't ever answers, not really?"
Alexander nods softly. "Liz? Isn't she...there's a student by that name in the school?" He says softly. "Is that her?" he asks. "Could you describe her?"
"Dark hair, like night," Alice tells Alexander. "Tall, pale. Skinny by then, real skinny," she says. "Maybe she'd be... twenty-five, now?" she suggests. "I don't know for sure, though."
Alexander checks his phone sending on the calls to find out anything he can on her, gazing back to someone. He doesn't promise anything. "Is that all you hope for? Make sure your friends are okay?" he asks.
Alexander checks his phone sending on the calls to find out anything he can on her, gazing back to Alice. He doesn't promise anything. "Is that all you hope for? Make sure your friends are okay?" he asks.
"Honestly?" SRLegion asks Alexander. "What can any of us hope for, besides that?" There's a shadow over her face. "I do... I worry about the skull, though," she says. "It was, like. Really locked up. Like really." Guilt, there. "But I guess I made my choice, didn't I?"
"Honestly?" Alice asks Alexander. "What can any of us hope for, besides that?" There's a shadow over her face. "I do... I worry about the skull, though," she says. "It was, like. Really locked up. Like really." Guilt, there. "But I guess I made my choice, didn't I?"
"I'll fix it," Alexander says suddenly. He lets out a sharp breath and shrugs. "I'll reach out to Tabitha and..." He gestures. "We'll track it down. I'm in the Order, I'll get help and we'll...fix it." He nods. "It's only right, even if not for you."
There's a sad smile on Alice's eyeless face, and then the ghost straightens. "I don't know if some things can ever be fixed," she whispers to Alexander, but she takes a step close to him. "But?" she says. She reaches out, a ghostly hand touching the young man's cheek. There's a terrible chill as it does.
Alexander shivers, and reaches up, his hand places gently near hers despite the unsettling chill. "...But?" He asks, gazing at her ghastly sockets.
"But thank you," Alice whispers to Alexander. Then she steps back, and she puts her earbuds back in her ears. There's a turn, and it's almost a relief -- at least Alexander can't see her eyes, as she goes to steop northward through the wall, disappearing into the night.
As Alice shares her haunting tale, Alexander, empathizing with her plight, offers assistance. He learns of Liz's likely survival and ponders over Alice's lingering concerns about her friend's wellbeing and the dangerous artifact she meddled with. Despite Alice's skepticism about remedying her tragic mistakes, Alexander commits to seeking help from Tabitha and his contacts within the Order to address the unresolved issues Alice's story has uncovered. Their conversation concludes with a chilling but heartfelt gesture of thanks from Alice before she disappears into the night, leaving Alexander determined to make amends for the past, not just for Alice's sake, but for the greater good. This encounter interweaves themes of regret, redemption, and the complex dynamics between the living and the dead, highlighting Alexander's resolve in the face of supernatural dilemmas.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRLegion):SRLegion)
[Wed Mar 20 2024]
In a cozy little bedroom
Decorated and draped in a colorful array of fabrics, this bohemian room looks rich with it's jewel-toned hues. Though cramped, the room feels cozy, with walls painted a muted marigold and the cool tiled floor warmed by a thick, dark blue rug. While sparse, the furniture (comprised of a bed, a dresser and a mirrored vanity), is dark cherry wood and in good, but thrifted, condition. Each piece has been restored to reveal its original luster. The bed is only a double, but any larger and there would be only a sliver of walking space.
It is after dusk, about 35F(1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target encounters a ghost who's fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it's way through more violent means.
)
Alexander is relaxing on his bed in his home on the edge of the woods, he's taking a bit of mid evening nap, sure he'll be up for several more hours, gazing ash is phone.
There is motion, shifting in the evening, and then some figure drifts through the wall. It is a young woman, perhaps in her late teens or early twenties, and she's dressed more or less like you'd expect a modern woman to be dressed: yoga pants, a pair of sneakers, with a sports bra and an unzipped hoodie over it. If there's anything odd about her, it's that she's holding an iPod Touch with wired headphones -- oh, and also she's dead. She's translucent, and when she looks up she is missing her eyes. "Oh!" she says, surprised, as if her eyes aren't missing at all.
Alexander yelps and sits up when he sees a woman drift in through his wall, for a moment he thinks nightmare, but, the eyes. He slips back and tilts his head. "...oh?" he replies back. Blinking
"I wasn't expecting you here," the ghostly young woman says to Alexander. "I --" She looks around. "Is Tabitha home?" Does she know she is dead? Does she not know she is dead? This is a confusing sort of question, really, for almost anyone: what do we really know about ourselves? This woman, though -- she's looking at Alexander with empty sockets. If he was to peer, a little, they might seem as if they still run with something like melted eyeballs. "I thought she lived here," she says, her tone congenial.
nods to her. "Tabitha moved, I live here now," he notes. "Did you need her?" He asks, shifting to a seated position. He shifts a bit uneasily, eyes turning from holding her 'gaze'. "I can help out in her stead, if you want?" Alexander asks. "Um...you're a ghost?" he broaches, as gently as he seems to be able to muster.
There is a long, uncomfortable pause from the eyeless young woman. It is hard to see a ghost blush: after all, they are pale and translucent by their nature, but the way she looks away conveys the sense of embarrassment. "I forget, sometimes," she confesses to Alexander. "It's... being dead is weird." She reaches up to slip her earphones out of her ears. "Not gonna lie, I don't recommend it."
Alexander blinks. "You're..." He hesitates, clearly uneasy, moving to stand. "I mean it's fine I guess, I'm just surprised I've never spoken to a ghost so..." He gestures. "Alive."
"I used to be a lot more alive," the young woman tells Alexander with some frustration. She perches against the vanity. "My name is Alice," she shares to the young man. "Are you friends with Tabi?" she asks. "I don't even know if she remembers me," she says. "We were sisters together in Tri-Delt -- well, in Tri-Delt and in some other things, too." There's an evaluating look. "You know what she is?" she asks the man.
Alexander nods to her and winces. "Alice, I'm Alex. Nice to meet you," he doesn't bother saying he wishes it was under better circumstances. "I am, we butt heads a lot but she's a sweetheart," he tells her. "Uh, besides a hottie witch type? I'm a uh, magician." He doesn't need to be that sheepish does he? She's a ghost. She's gotta be a little aware.
"I was a magician, too," Alice tells Alexander. "Well. A witch," she shares with Alexander. "I was a member of the Coven," she says. "There were a few of us, then," she explains, her melted, sightless eyes tracking the young man. "It just. You know." She pauses. "It didn't work out for me."
"Oh," Alexander says and rubs the back of his head. "...What happened?" he asks. "If you don't mind telling me," he says lifting his hands somewhat. "I don't mean to pry."
There's a melted-eye stare at Alexander. "I tried a spell," she says. "A big one. There was..." She breathes in, her nostrils flaring. "There was a guy," she explains. "Well. He wasn't alive, either, but he wasn't like..." She gestures, her hands going through her body. "He was the other kind of undead. You know what I'm saying?"
Alexander nods to her. "Like a ghost walker or...like a spirit, Eidolon or whatever?" he asks. He leans against the wall and studies her, clearly engaged by the story.
"No," Alice says with a little humor. It might flash in her eyes, but -- she doesn't have eyes. She leans forward, and then with a smile that can only be described as impush, she reaches up to make a 'fang' gesture with two fingers. "Not gonna lie," she declares to him. "He was hot, in like that broody way. I also kind of think he was like a thousand years old. So that was a thing," she tells Alexander.
"Oh!" Alexander nods. "Do you remember his name? The uh..." He laughs to himself and makes fangs with his fingers. "I mean they're all kind of unnervingly hot, I wonder if that happens when you turn or just..." he gestures.
"He called himself Paul," the woman shares with Alexander. "I wanted him. Everyone wanted him," she explains. "But it was Liz who he wanted. I don't know why," she says. She reaches up to touch her hair. Was it brown, when it wasn't washed out and pale. "She had hair like midnight? Maybe that was it. But once it became clear, I guess, I was glad it wasn't me he chose."
Alexander nods along to her story. "So, what happened then?" he asks tilting his head curiously. "How did this result in the spell?" he asks.
The young woman -- Alice -- asks, "Ever had a bad boyfriend?" She looks at him. "Well, or girlfriend, or whatever you are into," she says. "I don't, like, exactly know the year anymore. Twenty-twenty-three?" she hazards. "I don't judge."
Alexander nods. "Almost exclusively," he confesses and then smirks. "Twenty twenty four," he tells her. "Only dated gals so far, though one gal liked to turn into a boy, and I take it back, she wasn't bad at all."
"Oh, that's a fun trick!" Alice exclaims. "I did that once with -- anyways," she says. "I don't kiss and tell," she informs Alexander. "It turns out Paul was a really bad boyfriend," she shares. "Liz would show up to class haggard and gaunt, or bruised and hurt, or she wouldn't show up at all." She bites her lip. "He did something to her mind. A few of us got together to get her into the machine, but... we couldn't do anything about it. There was a spell, some divination, and he did -something- to her, something where his eyes turned black and awful, and he forced her to love him."
Alexander takes a deep breath and nods slowly. His demeanor shifts as she tells the tale, growing angry, frustrated. He sticks a hand in his pocket as it turns into a clenched fist. "Right," he says.
"We tried to stop it," Alice whispers to Alexander. "But there's no spell we knew to break that magic, so I just... I started researching. I looked for something, anything. She was my friend, right?" she says. "Who wouldn't try to help your friend?"
Alexander nods to Alice seriously. "Of course, I understand," he assures her. His muscles tense somewhat.
Whispering, now, Alice tells Alexander, "I found something. An artifact," she says. "The origins of it were... I don't know." She looks guilty. "That's a lie. I do know," she says. "They were bad, the kind of bad they lock up, the kind of bad where finding a key is hard and probably not a good idea. It was..." She bites her lip. "A skull. I don't know whose skull, but it had black gems for eyes."
"Troublesome mojo," Alexander says softly, but avoids admonishing her. She's clearly paid for it. "You were desperate, you wanted to help, I get it." How easy it is for power to draw on good intentions.
"I took it with me," Alice tells Alexander. "I found him. I called on its power," she shares. "I looked him in the eyes -- I commanded him, I commanded him to release her, and he laughed at me." Her voice is pitched low, quiet. "Have you ever seen a vampire laugh?" she asks the young man. There's something a little broken in her tone.
Alexander reaches out towards her, an offer of comfort, then he stops and the weight of it hits him. Talking to a dead girl of her laments. "It didn't work...?" he asks.
For a moment, there's almost peace on Alice's ruined face: she closes her eyes, and her eyelids hide the hollows there. She's pretty, young, with a little makeup -- if Alexander doesn't notice the melted eyeballs leaking from the corners of her eyes like gooey tears.
"This sucks," Alexander says, somewhat childishly. He stares at Alice and that's all he can feel. The weight of an unfair universe poised against a sea of lives. People, flawed, and struggling and doing their best to help one another, and the monsters who take advantage of the human righteous impulse. The people punished for it. He exhales, feeling a sting of emotion burning at his throat.
"Yeah," Alice says after a moment. Her eyes open, and then there are those sockets all over again. "He laughed," she says. "He laughed and laughed, and I reached for the skull's power, and I took as much of it into me as I could. And I could feel it," she shares with Alexander. "I could feel it..." She trails off, and there's a look of grief and horror at the memory. Almost unconsciously, she reaches up towards her empty eyes.
Alexander keeps his gaze focused on her, on the grotesque image before him. He nods, and listens intently, letting her speak without interrupting, lingering close, his eyes fixed.
Whispering, the ghost of the young woman says, "I tried to reach for more power, and I got it." She's on the edge of tears -- but of course, she can't cry. "I got it, and I could feel my eyes burn, and then I couldn't feel anything at all." What happened to Liz? What happened to the artifact that was supposed to be under lock and key?
Alexander exhales. "I'm so sorry, Alice," what else can he say? He's not going to pester her for details, even as his mind wonders with idle curiosity. What's before him is a woman who has suffered endlessly, little else seems to take the reins for his brain. "...Is there anything I can do? Anything I can help with?" he asks.
After a while, Alice just looks back at Alexander. "I don't know," she says. "It feels good to tell the story." There's a long, uncertain pause. "I wish I knew what happened to Liz, though," she says. "I wish -- I wish I knew." She pauses. "But I guess there aren't ever answers, not really?"
Alexander nods softly. "Liz? Isn't she...there's a student by that name in the school?" He says softly. "Is that her?" he asks. "Could you describe her?"
"Dark hair, like night," Alice tells Alexander. "Tall, pale. Skinny by then, real skinny," she says. "Maybe she'd be... twenty-five, now?" she suggests. "I don't know for sure, though."
Alexander checks his phone sending on the calls to find out anything he can on her, gazing back to someone. He doesn't promise anything. "Is that all you hope for? Make sure your friends are okay?" he asks.
Alexander checks his phone sending on the calls to find out anything he can on her, gazing back to Alice. He doesn't promise anything. "Is that all you hope for? Make sure your friends are okay?" he asks.
"Honestly?" SRLegion asks Alexander. "What can any of us hope for, besides that?" There's a shadow over her face. "I do... I worry about the skull, though," she says. "It was, like. Really locked up. Like really." Guilt, there. "But I guess I made my choice, didn't I?"
"Honestly?" Alice asks Alexander. "What can any of us hope for, besides that?" There's a shadow over her face. "I do... I worry about the skull, though," she says. "It was, like. Really locked up. Like really." Guilt, there. "But I guess I made my choice, didn't I?"
"I'll fix it," Alexander says suddenly. He lets out a sharp breath and shrugs. "I'll reach out to Tabitha and..." He gestures. "We'll track it down. I'm in the Order, I'll get help and we'll...fix it." He nods. "It's only right, even if not for you."
There's a sad smile on Alice's eyeless face, and then the ghost straightens. "I don't know if some things can ever be fixed," she whispers to Alexander, but she takes a step close to him. "But?" she says. She reaches out, a ghostly hand touching the young man's cheek. There's a terrible chill as it does.
Alexander shivers, and reaches up, his hand places gently near hers despite the unsettling chill. "...But?" He asks, gazing at her ghastly sockets.
"But thank you," Alice whispers to Alexander. Then she steps back, and she puts her earbuds back in her ears. There's a turn, and it's almost a relief -- at least Alexander can't see her eyes, as she goes to steop northward through the wall, disappearing into the night.