[And she does, after a minute or two when she has found herself a safe place to sit where no one will interupt her. At first she thinks to try some sort of calming spell, because Titania had certainly tried to teach her some but she can barely keep herself calm on a good day, she hardly imagined it would work on a ghost.
So she does another piece of magic she had learnt in all those long years in Faerie, she pushes a projection of herself out into the world and where Josh and his ghost were. Only the image of her is younger, about twelve. There is dirt on her jeans and smudged on her face and a daisy chain upon her head like a circlet. A wooden sword is tucked into a belt that is so big she had clearly stolen it from Uther at some point (he probably didn't notice).
And there is kindness in her face and her bright green eyes as she approaches the ghost.]
You look like you'd be a very good knight, [Child-Morgana says to the ghost, her voice earnest and warm.] You kinda look like my Da and he coulda taken on the whole wide world.
I do need your help though, see, I'm waiting for the rest of my knights to catch up, and its very dark here... will you wait with me a few minutes? My Da can't, he died.
[A distraction? Perhaps, but almost certainly too true.]
[ He sees the little girl manifest a few feet away from the ghost and if Morgana hadn't warned him, he might have broken cover, broken into a run, and carried her to safety. Ghosts and children were, in his experience, a pretty bad mix, if only because previous encounters had demonstrated how the former didn't have any reservations of possessing the latter.
The ghost is half-there, glowing in a way that emphasizes it's internal skeletal structure more starkly than the rest of it. If it didn't carry the telltale signs of being all the way dead and an echo of the man it used to be, Josh might have assumed it was something altogether different in terms of being undead.
It's not the man's fault. The building he was anchored to was slated for demolition. Whoever he was viewed the destruction of the only home he could remember like any sane person would: an attack.
Morgana's little distraction was enough to keep him occupied, which is why Josh is now hurriedly setting up a spirit barrier to keep their new friend in one spot while he figures out how to break the anchor.
He'll put himself in Morgana's line of sight and gesture half-helplessly to have her herd the ghost into the half-circle. ]
Please, please, please, let this work I don't want Arthur to punch my face in. [ Muttered, softly, and in half-panic. ]
[It was neither a child nor a ghost, more like a memory that Morgana could manipulate from her sheltered spot. Her eyes were closed as she moved her illusion, chattering away at the ghost as children so often do but ready to change the illusion further if need be, or use some other magic to guide him.
What magic, exactly, she did not know but it felt like she would, if she needed it. It served no purpose to dwell on plans she had been given no time to come up with.
In any case she keeps the ghost entertained enough, for both at actual age twelve and certainly now she had a certain talent for directing people as she will, save for Uther and her mother who were entirely immune to her charms.
I would never let him punch your face in her voice whispers beside his ear, entirely separate to her illusion that is still happily talking about her plans to fairly rule Britain, and is about thirty seconds away from impersonating Galadriel at the mirror.]
You say that now, but my face remains unconvinced. [ He keeps his voice low, but the smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he finally closes off the salt circle. And then he's slipping out the bone skull keychain from his pocket.
Opening doors to the Underworld can mean hunting up gates; those are his preferred means of descending. But occasionally, instances like this require hacks - and the skeleton key in his hand happens to be just that.
With a twist of his wrist, a staircase opens up on the pavement, some three odd feet from the ghost. It doesn't go very deep. The most he'll get is the Upper Reaches, giving him clear access back up here once distractions are done.
Guide him down. It'll but me time to deal with the anchor and get him away from here for a little while. ]
[I promise. this time her voice was almost a purr as it nipped at his ear. There was a smile that was a little too amused on her lips where she sat.
Her illusion kept on with her chattering away, discussing some policy or the other she wanted to implement if she became (a very benevolent) queen, ruling as the people deserved and as she did, she slowly lead the ghost towards the newly appeared stairs without him even really noticing where they were going. She was very distracting and convincing like that.]
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I will see what I can come up with, though I've never done dinner and a show for the dead before.
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nabbed the salt and the shovel - whatever you can manage will help heaps
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Okay. I'll think of something.
[And she does, after a minute or two when she has found herself a safe place to sit where no one will interupt her. At first she thinks to try some sort of calming spell, because Titania had certainly tried to teach her some but she can barely keep herself calm on a good day, she hardly imagined it would work on a ghost.
So she does another piece of magic she had learnt in all those long years in Faerie, she pushes a projection of herself out into the world and where Josh and his ghost were. Only the image of her is younger, about twelve. There is dirt on her jeans and smudged on her face and a daisy chain upon her head like a circlet. A wooden sword is tucked into a belt that is so big she had clearly stolen it from Uther at some point (he probably didn't notice).
And there is kindness in her face and her bright green eyes as she approaches the ghost.]
You look like you'd be a very good knight, [Child-Morgana says to the ghost, her voice earnest and warm.] You kinda look like my Da and he coulda taken on the whole wide world.
I do need your help though, see, I'm waiting for the rest of my knights to catch up, and its very dark here... will you wait with me a few minutes? My Da can't, he died.
[A distraction? Perhaps, but almost certainly too true.]
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The ghost is half-there, glowing in a way that emphasizes it's internal skeletal structure more starkly than the rest of it. If it didn't carry the telltale signs of being all the way dead and an echo of the man it used to be, Josh might have assumed it was something altogether different in terms of being undead.
It's not the man's fault. The building he was anchored to was slated for demolition. Whoever he was viewed the destruction of the only home he could remember like any sane person would: an attack.
Morgana's little distraction was enough to keep him occupied, which is why Josh is now hurriedly setting up a spirit barrier to keep their new friend in one spot while he figures out how to break the anchor.
He'll put himself in Morgana's line of sight and gesture half-helplessly to have her herd the ghost into the half-circle. ]
Please, please, please, let this work I don't want Arthur to punch my face in. [ Muttered, softly, and in half-panic. ]
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What magic, exactly, she did not know but it felt like she would, if she needed it. It served no purpose to dwell on plans she had been given no time to come up with.
In any case she keeps the ghost entertained enough, for both at actual age twelve and certainly now she had a certain talent for directing people as she will, save for Uther and her mother who were entirely immune to her charms.
I would never let him punch your face in her voice whispers beside his ear, entirely separate to her illusion that is still happily talking about her plans to fairly rule Britain, and is about thirty seconds away from impersonating Galadriel at the mirror.]
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Opening doors to the Underworld can mean hunting up gates; those are his preferred means of descending. But occasionally, instances like this require hacks - and the skeleton key in his hand happens to be just that.
With a twist of his wrist, a staircase opens up on the pavement, some three odd feet from the ghost. It doesn't go very deep. The most he'll get is the Upper Reaches, giving him clear access back up here once distractions are done.
Guide him down. It'll but me time to deal with the anchor and get him away from here for a little while. ]
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Her illusion kept on with her chattering away, discussing some policy or the other she wanted to implement if she became (a very benevolent) queen, ruling as the people deserved and as she did, she slowly lead the ghost towards the newly appeared stairs without him even really noticing where they were going. She was very distracting and convincing like that.]