"Oh," she tutted, adopting a pout of faux concern, brow creasing. "People and their judgements... They really should learn to adjust such perspectives."
For being outside, the atmosphere was becoming strangely oppressive and heavy. Literature on ghostly manifestations would become more available in future years, but a change like that was regarded as indicative of spiritual negativity. Something a being like this brought with her in spades. She was, after all, what amounted to a representative. An avatar, so to speak.
And one which, even now, was slowly beginning to try and leak into his aura, attempting to turn it muddy with a more clouded point of view... A more susceptible mindset. Given sufficient time, one's moral urges could be inverted completely.
Lifting hand, several inches of air separated her fingernail from his chest, but there was the unmistakable sensation of it seeming to press against his clothing and flesh in the same upwards direction, as if somehow a shadow with volume.
"Doesn't society celebrate the capacity for change? Is it not our duty to give it the correct... Nudge?"
The smile widened.
"You've a considerable talent, Mister Campo... Why not use it? Force the issue of respect..."
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on 2014-05-14 12:50 am (UTC)For being outside, the atmosphere was becoming strangely oppressive and heavy. Literature on ghostly manifestations would become more available in future years, but a change like that was regarded as indicative of spiritual negativity. Something a being like this brought with her in spades. She was, after all, what amounted to a representative. An avatar, so to speak.
And one which, even now, was slowly beginning to try and leak into his aura, attempting to turn it muddy with a more clouded point of view... A more susceptible mindset. Given sufficient time, one's moral urges could be inverted completely.
Lifting hand, several inches of air separated her fingernail from his chest, but there was the unmistakable sensation of it seeming to press against his clothing and flesh in the same upwards direction, as if somehow a shadow with volume.
"Doesn't society celebrate the capacity for change? Is it not our duty to give it the correct... Nudge?"
The smile widened.
"You've a considerable talent, Mister Campo... Why not use it? Force the issue of respect..."