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Because of the Antichthon summer festival. Don’t tell me you haven’t been.

misterkavanagh:

Antichthon is only nice in the summer.

Is that so? Why’s that?

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Somehow, I have a feeling that it is going to end up being a combination of all of these things. Only in Ashkent Creek right?

misterkavanagh:

There is probably a rational explanation, probably. Definitely. Maybe.

Probably, if this was another town. Somebody must’ve screwed up a delivery. Maybe.

Or you could place your bets on it being Japanese Ghosts, a government conspiracy, an internet craze, global warming, and some weirdo huffing it into the air that got tossed around.

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There is probably a rational explanation, probably. Definitely. Maybe.

Okay, so anybody know why a bunch of stores started rationing salt?

Do we have some kind of slug problem I missed or is everybody just gearing up for a blizzard six months early?

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Antichthon is only nice in the summer.

So, has anyone gone through a portal yet? Been back to the future or abducted by aliens? Seen Antichthon?

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blancheharlow:

[pm]  What do you think it was??

[pm] It has to do with this other town that exists.

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blancheharlow:

[pm] So it happened to you too? Did you talk to anyone??

[pm] There was nobody about to speak to.

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cassidydanvers:

Like a Morgan Freeman Lyrebird.

Yes. Something along thos elines. 

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@cassidydanvers replied to your post: If you could perfectly imitate the sound of any...

Isn’t that just an impressionist?

I guess. But I was thinking that there would be no way that you could tell that this wasn’t the real person. the perfect impression if you will. 

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Are you a popular teacher?

I mean, I hope so. Then again I think everyone at least wants to be popular, at the end of the day I hope I can be a good teacher regardless of how popular I am. 

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Best things about summer?

The free time and the weather for sure.

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If you could perfectly imitate the sound of any animal, what would it be?

Another human. It’d be cool to do a iconic celebrities voice. Can you imagine going to the store and replying to the shop assistant as ... well anyone you like I guess. 

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marvelousevelyn:

“Well, I am good at getting what I want.” She offered with a smile and a shrug. “Even when it comes to assisting others. Plus, you said these woods were unfamiliar, did you not? While I am more than happy to accompany you on another run or walk in the near future, for now I am more aware of them than you are.” Besides, as much as she might have loathed to admit it, she did have to make sure that Reilly did not come to any grave danger. She had almost killed her own father, her own flesh and blood, but the idea of willingly leaving someone vulnerable all alone was none too appealing.

At least right now, at least when she had no need to cause nightmares, and not when the person in question sparked as much curiosity in her as Reilly did. Or perhaps she just simply did not wish to cause him pain. It would not have been the first time, though Evelyn cursed herself for sympathizing too much with humans. But she was her mother’s daughter - and perhaps that was where it came from. A much better explanation than that she’d connected with them because she was partly human.

Though if she were fully honest, that might have - must have - played a role, too. That and the fact that she did not wholly lack any trace of empathy or care.

“I have found that it benefits to be perhaps overly responsible in this town, sometimes.” Evelyn brushed her fingers against her nose. “Plus, I have been informed that proper first aid is of utmost importance.” She giggled. “Or so my nannies said - and before you comment on that, yes I did have nannies. Not important right now, though.”

At his next comment, she replied - “I am sure.” She offered another gentle smile. “Truly.”

She nodded at his comments. “Well, from my interactions with her she does seem quite lovely, if a bit reticent at times.” Another shrug. “But I am certain she is brilliant at what she does. Though I obviously cannot speak from personal experience.” She carded a hand through her hair. Wondered if that was too dark of a joke to make, but she brushed by it. “I have lived here for four years - just over, technically. What do you teach at the high school? I never attended proper school, except briefly for nursery. Otherwise I had many tutors for a whole host of subjects.” Details about her life that were personal enough without giving too much away.

“Fair point, but usually I am decent at judging how others are. I feel as though you are genuinely intelligent, but who am I to say?” She smirked back up at him. She considered apologizing on behalf of the sound that the birds were making, but the thought passed as quickly as it had come - if it kept them alive, there was no need to apologize. “Should we attempt to make an escape, or would you rather stay here and see if they leave?” She raised an eyebrow, and slightly loosened her grip on Reilly’s wrist, though only just so. She was not about to be responsible for his death by way of bizarrely murderous birds. No matter how hypothetically delightfully horrific they were, at least in theory. 

“Though I’d never admit that to one of my students, that is a helpful skill to have in life. Something to smooth the way, as it were.” He smiled gently as he listened to what she was suggesting. “Well, if you’re interested and it truly isn’t an imposition, then  may just take you up on that offer. Though I have to warn you that although I’m not a seasoned runner, I am a naturally talented and gifted athlete,” He was being incredibly sarcastic, as was his way. “I can’t guarantee that you’ll be able to keep up with me.” He smirked gently, adjusting his glasses again in a futile attempt to get the heavy frames to sit comfortably on his face. Apparently it was his curse to bear.

Though he was fully willing to accept the help of a stranger who was apparently so readily volunteering it, there was a paranoid part of him that reminded him that he lived in Ashkent Creek. In a place where vampires and werewolves were real. Though Evelyn seemed perfectly lovely, a small part of Reilly wondered what she could be. But he wouldn’t allow himself to live life as a paranoid recluse. Besides, somehow, though sometimes he wasn’t quite sure how, he had managed to survive the past few months. Which included but was not limited to, killer snowmen, massive rock covered creatures that he didn’t have a name for and a killer ghost named salty susan. 

Somehow, he was sure that he would be ok. 

Or at least he hoped so. 

“Well, I guess that if everyone takes more responsibility and tries to look out for everyone else, then it can only end well, so I’ll give it a go.” He shifted his now bandaged hands into his pockets. “Well, I’m a history teacher, and you would not believe the number of great historical figures who died due to poor medical practices. Genghis Khan, Attila the Hun, Wellington, the list goes on really.” He shrugged gently. “I won’t judge, I uh, spent a lot of time looking after my younger siblings and I would’ve killed for a nanny, or even a team of nannies.” 

Gently nodding, Reilly smiled. He was glad that he had run into Evelyn, although it had initially been a painful experience, and the weird interaction with those terrifying birds had been a bit surreal, overall it had turned out rather well. There had been plenty of much worse meetings for him. Like the first time he met Regan in Ashkent Creek. 

“She usually has good intentions, even if she isn’t the most socially able to express that,” he laughed gently. He loved his sister dearly, but sometimes getting her to act in a socially acceptable way was tough. It was part of her charm though, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. “She is truly brilliant, I am very proud of everything she has achieved, she has done very well for herself.” He laughed gently at her joke, there was an appropriate time and place for dark humour. 

Focusing on Evelyn again, he listened carefully to what she had to say. “Well, as homeschooling goes, tutors are the best way to do it. I’m not even convinced that you’re missing out on anything in high school. Our current system could not be anymore broken, its ineffective and needs a complete overhaul. So you’re kind of dodging a bullet.” He was partially joking. Only partially though. 

“Well, this might just be my ego talking, but I too feel like I am genuinely intelligent, but then again even an idiot thinks that he is clever.” Overall, things were going pretty well. “Lets not push our luck.” Reilly had taken a moment to reply, considering their situation carefully. “We’ll get out of here and come back another time, maybe one of us should contact animal control though, so they can at least do something because those birds looked semi-dangerous.” He looked over to his car, “Did you drive? I can always give you a lift somewhere and we can come back for your car later?” 

Who Wood Have Thought? || Evelyn and Reilly

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@blancheharlow

[pm] Have you ever disappeared to somewhere else and then reappeared about, say, 4 and half  minutes later?

[pm] I didn’t time it when it happened to me, but I was picking up some files from school, and my office definitely changed layout for a few minutes.

Plus there was that time with the kidnapping by a ghost named S

Wait that was like 10 days not 4 and a half minutes

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marvelousevelyn:

“I can assist you if need be.” She offered softly. Making everything about her as unassuming and non-threatening as was possible. “When we are all done with this the very least I can do is walk you to your car, lest you run into anything or anyone else.” She brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and gave him a gentle smile. For all that she was certain she would never manage to wholly forgive her father for forcing her to be so incredibly human back home, it had undoubtedly given her skills that made everything she did easier. She could become the kind and loving English socialite in the blink of an eye - or the slightly spoiled one, too. Though that part was less of an act and more to do with the lifestyle in which she’d been brought up. 

It did, however, tend to serve her well when she wanted to get something. 

“That is quote smart of you to have a first aid kit in your car. I ought to invest in one of those for mine.” She laughed and brushed her hand along his shoulder. 

“I can assure you I do not, but you are quite kind for ensuring such.” Evelyn twirled a few strands of hair around her fingers, letting the slight breeze blow across her neck. “Most would not bother.” She nodded at Reilly’s comments, “I suppose that is true. But it was only once, so it was not as though it was anything incredibly long lasting.” She grinned back over to him, giving a small shrug. Part of her supposed the fact that she had a sort of unearthly look to her in some ways contributed to the fact that others found her beautiful, but she was not sure - and there was no way in which she intended to complain about it. Especially not around others who were also beautiful - or handsome - or whatever adjective she was supposed to use for men. 

“Everyone? That much I doubt, but given how death-filled this town can be at times, and given that she’s the Medical Examiner, it would only make sense.” She smiled gently, matching the smile that Reilly had given her at least to some extent. “Oh - when did you move here?” She asked, glancing back at the birds. She could only hope and pray with everything she had that they’d react in the same way most all animals did to her. They had to, right? That had to be the reason that they had yet to wholly obliterate her and Reilly like they had the squirrel. Fed on - fat, or something. It was fascinating in its own right, but not when there was a defenseless human near her who could likely die. Evelyn adored horror with everything she was - 

- likely given that she was an embodiment of horror itself - 

- but she didn’t actively wish to get some likely innocent human murdered right in front of her. 

“Excellent. You seem smart, glad I was correct about that.” Evelyn ran her tongue against the back of her teeth. “If it is not an issue, then I am glad.” She pulled herself closer to Reilly, though still remaining right in front of him. “I just - I’ve got experience with animals not always liking me.” She sighed. “I do not know why,” a lie “but it has worked when I have wished for them to stop bothering me in the past, so one can hope that it would work equally this time?” She glanced back over her shoulder and offered him another smile. She took a step towards the birds and watched as a few of them made an awful noise and Evelyn used her free hand to cover one of her ears. “Seems to be working.” She bit her lip in false worry and glanced back to Reilly. “What do you think?”

Reilly hadn’t met someone so eager to assist him since mischief night last year when a group of juniors had tried to distract him whilst they snuck a goat into the school. He hadn’t exactly been fooled, but he had to admit that he was somewhat suspicious as to why Evelyn was so keen to help him. “Well, if you’re walking me back to the car to protect me, then I guess if I do need some help with my mortal injuries then I could be persuaded to let you assist me.” He laughed, more to upset the silence that hung in the absence of his words than because he thought that anything was particularly funny. He kept vigilant though. Evelyn was a lovely girl, so far. You never really knew what people would do in Ashkent Creek..

"Well, this will be the first time that I have ever used it in three years, I was starting to think that it was a waste of money, but apparently not.” He shrugged gently, almost dismissive of the first aid kit. To be fair, until this moment it had seemed almost unnecessary. But then again, you could never be too prepared in Ashkent Creek. 

Nodding understandingly, Reilly couldn’t help but admit to his fair of problems with relationships. Maybe it was the fact that he had been constantly looking after Alvin and Regan, or maybe it was because he had never really dealt with the underlying psychological problems that came about with all the trauma that he had been put through in his early years of college, either way, he had never really had much success in any sort of relationship. Instead he had simply had a long string of one night stands that had ended with the contraction of HIV. That in turn had simply raise another barricade to eventually progressing into a healthy and stable relationship. “Well, as long as you’re sure,” he replied with a gentle nod.

“I guess everyone gets it,” he replied, “Regan is surprisingly, a big name in this town, though I’m not convinced that that was by design.” He shrugged gently and scratched his chin. “I properly moved in around late July last year, maybe early August, I teach at the school so I had to be ready for the beginning of the academic year.”

“Everyone can seem smart if they don’t say something foolish,” Reilly smirked gently at his reply, it was something his father used to tell him almost everyday when he was a young boy.” Reilly winced at the sound the birds made, but he had to admit that he was glad that they were running away from them. Though he had to admit that he was somewhat curious as to why these birds seemed to hate Evelyn so much. She seemed perfectly charming to him. He looked from her, back to the birds and nodded. “I think you’re right, it is working.” 

Who Wood Have Thought? || Evelyn and Reilly

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blancheharlow:

Blanche didn’t relax. She was eyeing the teacher suspiciously—she knew she needed to get cracking on the studying for his final. She’d start making the flashcards tonight, along with her French Flash cards. The blonde meant to say something sarcastic, probably to throw him off her ass. It was probably about the final, or maybe he wanted to follow up about that math test she purposely let a cheating student fail. But Granny was so damn distracting. She shot her Granny the Please, God, Shut the FUCK UP look.

“I don’t—“ Granny started. But blanche jumped when Reilly’s angry snapping tone cut her off.

“Look. Blanche isn’t in trouble so will you please just be quiet until I’ve finished my sentence.”

For a split second, Blanche thought he was talking to her. For a split second, she was about to object because she had barely said anything! Why was he yelling at her? That was so unfair. But Blanche blinked as Granny went to examine him.

“What?” She asked, dumbly.

“Dear. I think he can see me.”

Nora was the only other person that she knew that could see Granny. Never anyone else…. Her teacher? Could see ghosts? Because one kidnapped him? Maybe he really was a banshee. But could that really be right? Blanche was staring at him in disbelief, almost not willing to believe it. He wouldn’t call her crazy. He wouldn’t call her schizophrenic. He would understand why she seemed to always be spacing out—

“You… can see Granny….” Her eyes were wide. “I…. You’re not… You’re not…. You’re not going to call me crazy?” Blanche asked, carefully. She looked at Granny. “You can… see and hear them? And you just… started to see and hear them? Because you got… kidnapped or something?” Blanche was slowly processing it, but she was also a little confused. “What do you mean? I mean… I’ve always been able to see them. Since I was little.”

“As have most of her ancestors—yours truly, dear.”

Blanche scratched her nose slightly embarrassed. “How… uh… How long have you been able to see Granny? Because she… um… likes to talk and has been for a long… long time.”

Sighing, Reilly reached up and pulled off his glasses. Slipping his hand into his pocket, he grabbed a hand kerchief from the inside of his jacket and started rubbing what was left of a finger mark off of the inside of the left lens. Finally satisfied that the oily patch was gone. He moved the cloth to the other lens, more out of habit than anything else. Pausing to take a breath, he brought his gaze from his classes and back to Blanche and her ghost granny. This really wasn’t how his day had been planned. At least, not in his head, he had thought that it would’ve been a little less full of confessions. 

He paused again and took another breath to steady himself. “Yeah,” he eventually said, though he quickly followed it up with, “I can see your Granny unless this is some visual and auditory hallucination that we’re somehow sharing but no that can’t be it.” He had for a while be convinced that he was just seeing things, but the more that he did his research, the more that he looked into what the hell was going on with him, the more convinced he became that there wasn’t anything wrong with him and that he was actually seeing ghosts. Somehow he had gained that ability. 

“I don’t know if it was because I was kidnapped, I just know that before I was kidnapped I couldn’t see any of these things, but when I got back then I could.” He paused and sighed, still confused. he had never felt more out of his depth. This wasn’t something rational. Not in the slightest. This was something that he couldn’t just work out, it didn’t make sense and if there were any laws to this then he had to admit that he didn’t understand them

“That is what all my research seems to indicate, everyone else who has ever been able to see ghosts has always been able to see them,” at least, that was what the forum supernaturalseekers.org had claimed was the case, though by the domain name and the discussions that this forum seemed to host, Reilly wasn’t convinced that this was the most accurate, in fact, he thought that the people to ask would be the Scribes. They’d written that document on Harpies, maybe they’d know more about ghosts? 

“I’ve only been able to see her for a few months now, originally I did my best to ignore her, but now that I’m convinced I’m not a sandwich short of a picnic, well, I thought you might know more than me. I guess.”

Common Sight || Reilly & Blanche (& Granny)

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[pm] Hi Mr. K. Remember that whole thing where you said you can see ghosts?

[pm] Hi Blanche.

No, I think you must have me confused with someone else, only crazy people can see ghosts

Yes I do.

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cassidydanvers:

His joking tone went over her head leaving her looking dense, great. “Right,” she grimaced slightly and shook it off, “sorry, I’m still getting my head around,” she gestured vaguely at the plant as though that summed it up. “It’s interesting…in a freak science experiment sort of way,” she offered.

That last comment about being able to eat anything made her think of Ford, those times when he was a human garbage disposal. What was it they’d wagered he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try again? Some gross looking leftovers somebody had left in the refrigerator at work. No one had been able to work out what it was, just it was green in corners or growing fur. All that had been left were the pieces of foil it was wrapped in on the counter and Cassie wondered how he was still alive at times and not patient zero for some new plague. When asked why he’d just shrugged and said, ‘didn’t look right but I ate it anyway’. Cassie smiled at the memory, “you sound like a friend of mine, eats anything somebody sticks in front of him,” her eyebrows raised and she shook her head, remembering, “but even the most hardened meat-eaters out there would give this a hard pass. You’d have to look it in the eye for starters and that’s-” she pulled the corner of her mouth down in a grimace, “yeah, no.”

He reached out a hand and Cassie returned the handshake with a friendly smile, “hey.” Another newcomer, well, he was probably more a regular newcomer, but it was nice to meet somebody who was as new to the place as she was. “I’ve been here for about,” she had to think for a second, “two months,” it was less a statement than a realisation, “yeah two months now.” That was a frightening thought, two months in a place she didn’t want to be away from people she knew, “so this is all a first for me,” Cassie gestured towards his bag, “you make sure that wine is actually grapes and not whatever else?” as an afterthought she added, “or that it wasn’t previously water.” Cassie turned to him again, on a more serious note, “how are you finding it? Living here?” She broached looking up and squinting a little as the sun caught her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Reilly replied, adjusting his glasses so that they sat more comfortably on his nose, his ears taking most of the weight from the spectacles, “I was joking.” He remembered how different everything was. Scratching his chin he bit his cheek thoughtfully. “I don’t think anyone is ever going to be used to this place, but this is particularly fascinating. The things that this town seems to have up for offer is incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it anywhere else. 

Staring at the cotton ball lamb in front of him, Reilly had to admit that there was no way that he thought that he would ever be able to eat this simply adorable creature. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I could stomach it either, this thing is possibly the most interesting thing that I have ever seen, the idea of doing something like eating it seems like a waste.” Of catastrophic proportions. In that moment, Reilly had to admit that he could understand the position of many vegans and vegetarians. Of course they couldn’t eat animals or use animal products if they thought that it was going to hurt a creature that they found so incredibly fascinating. It was almost a matter of compassion. Though Reilly doubted that he wouldn’t eat a steak again. 

Smiling, Reilly squinted in the light as the sun shone through a cloud. “I’m almost on nine months.” He shrugged gently and smiled. “Somehow, this place manages to be a first  for everyone of us.” He shrugged noncommittally, he realised that there was no easy way of explaining what this place was. He sighed and thought for a moment. “Somehow, this place manages to be the best, and worst place that I’ve ever lived. Which frankly wasn’t something I was expecting. But I’m not sure if it is a good thing or a bad thing yet, I guess that only time will tell.”

Ewe won’t believe your eyes || Reilly and Cassie