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Volume VII || Capchii Collection

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Volume VII || Taiko no Tatsujin Collection

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Volume VII || Sakuzyo Collection #2

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Volume VII || xi collection

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Goodnight || Rayark 12th Collection

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His life.

   In life he was a brilliant pianist..and a loving brother.His parents were caught up on their own work and each other they neglected their children.Then later down the line both parents died leaving the two siblings alone.

   Of course Hans was very  understanding even at a young age never faulting either parent for their departure.And with Alice she hardly knew her parents so she didn’t have a attachment to them to be affected by their deaths.    Carrying their assets and legend he continued his public performances.His playing carried through his feelings.His grief,his warmth..Touching the hearts to those that hear.      Dispite his heavy workload he always spared time for his sister.Whenever it was from teaching her piano,to reading,star gazing,drawing,even baking.He did whatever she wanted to ensure she had a happy life.

   The two were happy with their life as it is.Until a large truck came rushing in view towards the siblings.

    Fear coursed through him but without hesitation he immediately shoved his sister away from the trucks path.She suffered injuries and falling in a coma but he…didn’t survive the accident.

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In death

    Life fleeted from his body but his soul refused to move on.How could he?He had unfinished business in the world,and just couldn’t leave his sister without even a goodbye.     So stuck in a limbo he laid in wait with no recollection of who he even was.Becoming a slender anthropomorphic creature he was left to wait.Playing the piano out of instinct.Until Alice arrived of course then the small world he was left in started to grow. He easily recongnized her and his purpose but was still cursed in his muted form.It wasn’t till the pair progressed to reach the platform that would take her home he finally was set free.When her memories came the veil lifted and the world crumbled down as she ascended to rejoin the waking world.

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hhemeraa​:

“Well come out then.” The witch waves the ghost over, groaning as he stands from the table to rummage through a shelf of potions, herbs, and jars filled with a multitude of things from bones to gems to different colored dusts. A small mixing bowl appears and he begins to take pinches of things seemingly at random and crushing them together. 

“My home is a bit far away from people, I don’t normally deal with ghosts that haven’t already been here before me, but on occasion, one of you ends up wandering so far away from your original home that you end up drawn into the magic in the ground around here. Maybe that’s why it seemed familiar?” Finished with his dry concoction, Myles grabs a pinch and blows it onto his guest, erupting into a plume of greyish blue smoke. When it settles, nothing seems to have particularly changed until the witch reaches out to place a hand against the man’s chest. It doesn’t go through him and instead rests warmly where it’s placed. 

“What’s your name?” he smiles, turning back to put the bowl away, “I’ve found it’s a bit of a comfort to feel weighted after being, well, being a ghost. It’s temporary, but if you’d like to have a seat, we can talk.” 

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   He intently listened to their explanation.Abit lost when they mentioned magic but with the other making some odd concoction he was abit skeptical.Waving off the smoke and dust that was suddenly blown onto him.He was about to question the reason til he felt the hand on his chest.It took him a sec to realize they were actually physically able to touch him rather then pass through.    He floating ceased as he settled onto his feet.Raising a hand to his own chest he processed the other’s words before nodding and moving to sit down.

“My name?...It’s Hans...um..how did you do that?”

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lonely pianist

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will she be alright?

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“I thought you might only be lingering around because of the holiday, but it seems you’re still here after the world of the dead has drifted farther away from the living. Do you need something?” The witch raised his brows towards the ghost who seemed to act like coming into his small cottage was only natural. “An offering or token? A bit brazen of you to just stay amongst my things without saying hello.”

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True he has been here for a hefty bit.But he cannot recall himself why he lingers.He has very faint recollection of things relating to a piano and a young girl but how does it tie to him?..

"I don't know.....You seem...familar.I guess I was hoping to remember something if I stay here.."

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“i still remember brother’s figure during that piano competition”

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Feryquitous Collection

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compared to my hand, Deemo’s is much bigger

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