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Thomas Wallis

Ghost of a Writer Boy
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"It’s very rude to stare." (Labyrinth Prompts)


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Thomas frowned, looking away. “S-sorry, sir,” the ghost apologized.

Vulgrim put a hand on his shoulder.

"Well said, Thomas," he whispered. "But the dead are set in their ways. That is why none of them have moved on from this place."
The demon straightened up.
"We are here on business from the Lord of Bones," he called. "Do you really want to be the ones responsible for holding up his messengers?"
None of the spirits moved.
"That king is a tyrant," a man growled. "We are already dead. What more can he possibly do to us?!" He pulled back and threw the knife he held.

"Vulgrim!" Thomas screamed, jumping in the way of the soul’s knife. So it was true, then. Souls could, in fact, feel pain of the highest degree. Thomas had forgotten that such agony existed. He crashed to the ground, clutching his stomach.

"Vulgrim!" Thomas cried out. "Go, just go! H-he’s waiting for you!"

Vulgrim stared down at the wounded soul at his feet, an unfamiliar rage building in his mind. He looked to the crowd, his normally green eyes now burning white.
“You all have never fought a demon soul before, have you?” he said softly. Then he let out a roar and a wave of green fire swept outward from his position. The poor souls in the front lines went up in flames, screaming as the fire dissolved their spectral bodies. The rest were sent scattering for cover as the fire spread. It reached the buildings, but passed harmlessly through the stone, ensuring that no permanent hrm was done to the Lord of Bones’ kingdom… but plenty was done to his subjects.
Vulgrim bent down and carefully scooped up the injured ghost and made his way through the fire, heading back to the castle.
“It’s okay,” the demon said gently. “You’ll be all right.”

Thomas let out a small whimper of terror as the demon flames destroyed the souls in its path. He squirmed around in Vulgrim’s grasp, shutting his eyes tight.

"You didn’t have to do it… they didn’t hurt you…. they didn’t do anything wrong…," the ghost mumbled, out of breath.

5 hours ago on September 1st, 2014 | VIA - SOURCE
"It’s very rude to stare." (Labyrinth Prompts)


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Thomas frowned, looking away. “S-sorry, sir,” the ghost apologized.

"Yeah, there’s a problem. A demon like him don’t belong here!" one called.

"I came here looking for my husband, only to find out he’d been taken as payment to feed a monster like him!" a woman screamed.
The mob inched forward, angry cries filling the air.
"Get that bastard demon out of here! He’ll eat us all!"

Thomas held out his hands, trying to hold the mob off. “Stop! Don’t get any closer!” the ghost cried, waving his arms frantically. “Please, don’t hurt him!”

A moment passed and Thomas collected himself.

"I know you’re all upset… and I know how hard it is to lose someone you love… but… but taking it out on him is not going to make the problem better! It’s only going to make it worse! Cause now… now more people are dead and no one is happy…"

Vulgrim put a hand on his shoulder.
"Well said, Thomas," he whispered. "But the dead are set in their ways. That is why none of them have moved on from this place."
The demon straightened up.
"We are here on business from the Lord of Bones," he called. "Do you really want to be the ones responsible for holding up his messengers?"
None of the spirits moved.
"That king is a tyrant," a man growled. "We are already dead. What more can he possibly do to us?!" He pulled back and threw the knife he held.

"Vulgrim!" Thomas screamed, jumping in the way of the soul’s knife. So it was true, then. Souls could, in fact, feel pain of the highest degree. Thomas had forgotten that such agony existed. He crashed to the ground, clutching his stomach.

"Vulgrim!" Thomas cried out. "Go, just go! H-he’s waiting for you!"

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"It’s very rude to stare." (Labyrinth Prompts)


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Thomas frowned, looking away. “S-sorry, sir,” the ghost apologized.

Vulgrim let the boy rush past him and out of the shop. Without another glance at the shopkeeper, he headed out onto the street as well… And stopped. The mob of souls had grown in their absence, and now they were all fixed on the ghostly demon.

Thomas’s eyes widened in horror as they made contact with the angry mob of souls. He looked back around, trying to find where Vulgrim had gone, breathing a sigh of relief as he reappeared.

"E-excuse me," Thomas said, turning to face the large mob. "I-Is there a problem here?"

"Yeah, there’s a problem. A demon like him don’t belong here!" one called.
"I came here looking for my husband, only to find out he’d been taken as payment to feed a monster like him!" a woman screamed.
The mob inched forward, angry cries filling the air.
"Get that bastard demon out of here! He’ll eat us all!"

Thomas held out his hands, trying to hold the mob off. “Stop! Don’t get any closer!” the ghost cried, waving his arms frantically. “Please, don’t hurt him!”

A moment passed and Thomas collected himself.

"I know you’re all upset… and I know how hard it is to lose someone you love… but… but taking it out on him is not going to make the problem better! It’s only going to make it worse! Cause now… now more people are dead and no one is happy…"

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G-E-T M-E O-U-T

"European of course." Grell snarked, knowing full well how ridiculous the exchange was. "But nevermind that. Back to questioning." Thinking again, he came up with a much better question, one that would be sure to charge the ghost boy with sufficient energy, even though he already knew the answer. "Who killed you?" The reaper asked, a mischevious smirk turning at his lips.

Thomas felt the snow. He felt the cold, he felt the pain. All of it returned at the sound of Grell’s question. He did not remember who killed him on the mortal plane, who had driven into him, but he knew who had made his heart stop.

W-I-L-L-I-A-M

A small outline began to form.

That was it. Revive the memories. Revive the past. The things that drive the soul forward and bind it to it’s former life. Turning and rummaging through a drawer, Grell pulled out a quill and a few pages of parchment, hoping to use them as trigger objects. “What unfinished business do you have in the living world?” He asked, starting to get excited about the turn of events.

Thomas’s blurred form started to solidify as best it could, what with being a ghost and all. He trembled, covering his face. The planchette continued to move even though his image did not appear to be touching it at any point in time.

M-Y B-O-O-K

"I figured as much." He replied to the foggy image. He wasn’t at all afraid, apparitions weren’t at all threatening to him. "Well then, shall I rewrite it for you?" Grell picked up the quill, dipped it in ink, and began to scribble on the page. "Once upon a time, there was a fabulous shinigami, clad completely in red~."

The dial switched from the empty space to the  NO option over and over again much like before. Thomas’s body was finally clear, there was no mistaking who it was.

"N-no… no, don’t, please… no, it’s mine, it’s mine…"

The ghost could not remember the days he had spent with  Grell after his death. He could only remember dying now.

"W-where am I?"

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"It’s very rude to stare." (Labyrinth Prompts)


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Thomas frowned, looking away. “S-sorry, sir,” the ghost apologized.

The blacksmith grabbed the list and looked it over, grumbling to himself.

"So when can we expect your delivery?" Vulgrim asked.
"I’ll work with the other smiths. Two weeks," he said shortly.
"Very well. We shall let the Lord of Bones know," Vulgrim gave his usual bow and headed for the door.
"Watch yourself, demon," the blacksmith hissed under his breath. "I know of plenty of people here who can’t find their loved ones ‘cause they were devoured by a soul-eater like you. Believe me: the dead can feel pain.”

Thomas turned to look at the blacksmith, his eyes filled with regret. “I have too. Believe me when I say I’ve seen it happen… but it’s not like that with Vulgrim…”

And it’s all my fault.

I killed him.

"L-lets go," Thomas mumbled, hurrying out of the blacksmith’s shop without another word.

Of course souls could feel pain. But on the other hand, demons could as well.

Vulgrim let the boy rush past him and out of the shop. Without another glance at the shopkeeper, he headed out onto the street as well… And stopped. The mob of souls had grown in their absence, and now they were all fixed on the ghostly demon.

Thomas’s eyes widened in horror as they made contact with the angry mob of souls. He looked back around, trying to find where Vulgrim had gone, breathing a sigh of relief as he reappeared.

"E-excuse me," Thomas said, turning to face the large mob. "I-Is there a problem here?"

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"It’s very rude to stare." (Labyrinth Prompts)


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Thomas frowned, looking away. “S-sorry, sir,” the ghost apologized.

The blacksmith’s eyes widened, then narrowed.

"The Lord of Bones is employing demons now?"
"If you have a problem, you can always take it up with his Highness," Vulgrim said pleasantly, showing the spirit the king’s seal. "Then you can explain to him why he doesn’t have enough weaponry to arm his men."
If it were possible, the ghost would have gone pale. He lowered his gaze and said, “Just tell me what you need.”
"Good. Thomas, give him the list, please."

Thomas smiled up at the demon, handing the blacksmith the list of materials that he had written down for Vulgrim. He felt important, having done something of substance for once.

"There you go!" he said, flashing a wide grin.

The blacksmith grabbed the list and looked it over, grumbling to himself.
"So when can we expect your delivery?" Vulgrim asked.
"I’ll work with the other smiths. Two weeks," he said shortly.
"Very well. We shall let the Lord of Bones know," Vulgrim gave his usual bow and headed for the door.
"Watch yourself, demon," the blacksmith hissed under his breath. "I know of plenty of people here who can’t find their loved ones ‘cause they were devoured by a soul-eater like you. Believe me: the dead can feel pain.”

Thomas turned to look at the blacksmith, his eyes filled with regret. “I have too. Believe me when I say I’ve seen it happen… but it’s not like that with Vulgrim…”

And it’s all my fault.

I killed him.

"L-lets go," Thomas mumbled, hurrying out of the blacksmith’s shop without another word.

Of course souls could feel pain. But on the other hand, demons could as well.

6 hours ago on September 1st, 2014 | VIA - SOURCE
"It’s very rude to stare." (Labyrinth Prompts)


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Thomas frowned, looking away. “S-sorry, sir,” the ghost apologized.

Vulgrim glanced from side to side, keeping the wary souls at bay with bared teeth. It would seem that even here, his reputation for eating souls preceded him. Surprise crossed the demon’s skeletal features as Thomas flew in front of him, shielding him from potential attackers.

"Come on, this way," With a hand on the boy’s shoulder, he guided his little guard into a blacksmith shop.
The shopkeeper looked up, disgust crossing his face when he saw who entered.
"Well, well, if it isn’t the infamous demon merchant Vulgrim,” he snapped. “You still taking payment in souls? ‘Cause I don’t think they’re worth much around here.”

Thomas let out a small squeak of surprise as the demon gripped his shoulder and guided him away from the growing mob of terrified looking angry souls.
"Vulgrim!" Thomas shouted, trying to break away, but to no avail.
He allowed the demon to lead him into the shop, flinching at the tone of voice the shopkeeper used.
"Now hold on just a minute!" Thomas said,breaking free and walking up to the blacksmith. "He doesn’t want any souls from you! He was sent here by orders from the Lord of Bones!"

The blacksmith’s eyes widened, then narrowed.
"The Lord of Bones is employing demons now?"
"If you have a problem, you can always take it up with his Highness," Vulgrim said pleasantly, showing the spirit the king’s seal. "Then you can explain to him why he doesn’t have enough weaponry to arm his men."
If it were possible, the ghost would have gone pale. He lowered his gaze and said, “Just tell me what you need.”
"Good. Thomas, give him the list, please."

Thomas smiled up at the demon, handing the blacksmith the list of materials that he had written down for Vulgrim. He felt important, having done something of substance for once.

"There you go!" he said, flashing a wide grin.

6 hours ago on September 1st, 2014 | VIA - SOURCE

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What’s happening 

(Source: ultrafacts)

6 hours ago on September 1st, 2014 | VIA - SOURCE
"It’s very rude to stare." (Labyrinth Prompts)


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Thomas frowned, looking away. “S-sorry, sir,” the ghost apologized.

Thomas nodded in agreement. “I suppose you’re right,” Thomas said, looking down at the ethereal quills he held in his hands. He never once thought of them getting used up or ink running dry.

He had always been used to things remaining exactly as they have been.

As Vulgrim and Thomas entered the town, the demon started to notice reactions. Other spirits were freezing at the sight of them— of HIM— and flying into their homes. Some were glaring, pitchforks and other tools in held tightly in their hands. Vulgrim growled softly.
I don’t like this

Thomas’s eyes widened as the other spirits finally begin to notice Vulgrim’s presence. Oh yeah, he still looked like a demon. Thomas flew over, standing in front of the demon, trying to protect him from any unwanted violence.

Vulgrim glanced from side to side, keeping the wary souls at bay with bared teeth. It would seem that even here, his reputation for eating souls preceded him. Surprise crossed the demon’s skeletal features as Thomas flew in front of him, shielding him from potential attackers.
"Come on, this way," With a hand on the boy’s shoulder, he guided his little guard into a blacksmith shop.
The shopkeeper looked up, disgust crossing his face when he saw who entered.
"Well, well, if it isn’t the infamous demon merchant Vulgrim,” he snapped. “You still taking payment in souls? ‘Cause I don’t think they’re worth much around here.”

Thomas let out a small squeak of surprise as the demon gripped his shoulder and guided him away from the growing mob of terrified looking angry souls.

"Vulgrim!" Thomas shouted, trying to break away, but to no avail.

He allowed the demon to lead him into the shop, flinching at the tone of voice the shopkeeper used.

"Now hold on just a minute!" Thomas said,breaking free and walking up to the blacksmith. "He doesn’t want any souls from you! He was sent here by orders from the Lord of Bones!"

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유 ((Because I think it would be cool if a demon took on the form and memories of Angel))


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유 Ghost

Where… am I?” the blond questioned aloud, holding his head. “I feel so… odd… yet so light… where am I?”

Thomas smiled down at the other. He was waking up. Good. “It’s good to see you awake,” the ghost said. “Do you remember much?” 

The ghost did not blame the other if he did not.

"That was quite the hit you took back there."

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G-E-T M-E O-U-T

"European of course." Grell snarked, knowing full well how ridiculous the exchange was. "But nevermind that. Back to questioning." Thinking again, he came up with a much better question, one that would be sure to charge the ghost boy with sufficient energy, even though he already knew the answer. "Who killed you?" The reaper asked, a mischevious smirk turning at his lips.

Thomas felt the snow. He felt the cold, he felt the pain. All of it returned at the sound of Grell’s question. He did not remember who killed him on the mortal plane, who had driven into him, but he knew who had made his heart stop.

W-I-L-L-I-A-M

A small outline began to form.

That was it. Revive the memories. Revive the past. The things that drive the soul forward and bind it to it’s former life. Turning and rummaging through a drawer, Grell pulled out a quill and a few pages of parchment, hoping to use them as trigger objects. “What unfinished business do you have in the living world?” He asked, starting to get excited about the turn of events.

Thomas’s blurred form started to solidify as best it could, what with being a ghost and all. He trembled, covering his face. The planchette continued to move even though his image did not appear to be touching it at any point in time.

M-Y B-O-O-K

6 hours ago on September 1st, 2014 | VIA - SOURCE
It had been so long since the boy had had a body. With a new one, undead or not, there was everything to be grateful for. The vampire smiled and bowed. "Anything you need?"


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"Ah, no, no, nozing zat I need," he smiled. "….But you still haff some  people to meet.”

"I’ll show you vhen ve get back to ze lab," Dok said, his tone clipped. "Having it out makes ze soldiers nervous."

He headed down the hall, opposite the direction Zorin had gone in.
"Let’s introduce you to ze Dandy Man. He is MUCH more pleasant zan Zorin, I assure you. Speaking vith him should also pull me out of zis mood Zorin just put me in." He growled.

Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. He knew it made the soldiers nervous, he just had no idea why. He was excited, however, to meet the last member, very curious as to what he had to offer.

And yes, he was quite looking forward to taking his mind off of Zorin.

"To the rec room it is!"

Dok led the way into a smaller room. Soldiers were scattered about, some clustered around TVs broadcasting shows in German. Others were gathered in groups playing cards. Dok threaded his way through the crowd, leading Thomas to a table near the back where a card game was just ending.
"Guten tag, Alhambra," Dok said. "Good game, I’m guessing?"
"Si! As usual, no one on this ship can beat me!"
The man sitting before them was, as were quite a few people, dressed in a white suit. His yellow eyes gleamed as he caught sight of the unfamiliar face standing beside the doctor.
"Ah, and this must be Thomas? I’ve heard a bit about you. You’ll be helping old Avondale here?"

Thomas followed the doctor, looking about at the small groupings of soldiers here and there. He could not understand the broadcast shows, but he had no real interest in whatever was on them.

Reaching the table, Thomas was surprised to hear that the other had heard his name before.

"You’ve heard of me?" Thomas questioned. "A-and yes, I’m his assistant…"

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G-E-T M-E O-U-T

NO

The planchette moved back and forth from an empty space to the ‘no’ option. No, Grell was not supposed to burn it! That was not even close to something of a good idea!

K-E-E-P A-S-K-I-N-G

If Grell asked enough, Thomas could gather enough energy to manifest himself.

"Keep asking? Ask what?" Grell wasn’t sure if he should ask any sort of specific questions or just inquiries in general. He thought for a moment, treating the board with great care and placing his gloved hands back on the planchette. "Um…what is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?" The reaper asked, half joking. Maybe a bit of levity would make the situation less stressful for the both of them.

Thomas paused. He could feel the air around him. Even if the question was rather foolish, he played along regardless. Maybe it would take his mind off the fact that he was stuck in a Ouija board.

A-F-R-I-C-A-N O-R E-U-R-O-P-E-A-N

"European of course." Grell snarked, knowing full well how ridiculous the exchange was. "But nevermind that. Back to questioning." Thinking again, he came up with a much better question, one that would be sure to charge the ghost boy with sufficient energy, even though he already knew the answer. "Who killed you?" The reaper asked, a mischevious smirk turning at his lips.

Thomas felt the snow. He felt the cold, he felt the pain. All of it returned at the sound of Grell’s question. He did not remember who killed him on the mortal plane, who had driven into him, but he knew who had made his heart stop.

W-I-L-L-I-A-M

A small outline began to form.

7 hours ago on September 1st, 2014 | VIA - SOURCE
It had been so long since the boy had had a body. With a new one, undead or not, there was everything to be grateful for. The vampire smiled and bowed. "Anything you need?"


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"Ah, no, no, nozing zat I need," he smiled. "….But you still haff some  people to meet.”

Zorin’s grin faltered, her eyes showed a hint of fear.

"You vouldn’t. Ze Major needs me. He’d kill you for doing zat!" she protested.
"You never know," Dok said quietly. "Accidents happen. I’ve been vorking very hard lately. Sometimes for days at a time. My old fingers could very easily… slip.” He pulled something almost out of his pocket, revealing the corner of a silver remote control. Zorin backed up slowly.
"…Fine. I’ll let the boy be… for now," she spun around and strode off down the hall. "But if I catch him across my path und you’re not around… I make no promises."

Thomas looked to the remote, his eyes widening. What the heck did that button do that scared the woman so much? He watched Zorin back away, spinning around and taking off.

"What was that?" Thomas asked, looking to the doctor’s pocket.

"I’ll show you vhen ve get back to ze lab," Dok said, his tone clipped. "Having it out makes ze soldiers nervous."
He headed down the hall, opposite the direction Zorin had gone in.
"Let’s introduce you to ze Dandy Man. He is MUCH more pleasant zan Zorin, I assure you. Speaking vith him should also pull me out of zis mood Zorin just put me in." He growled.

Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. He knew it made the soldiers nervous, he just had no idea why. He was excited, however, to meet the last member, very curious as to what he had to offer.

And yes, he was quite looking forward to taking his mind off of Zorin.

"To the rec room it is!"

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It had been so long since the boy had had a body. With a new one, undead or not, there was everything to be grateful for. The vampire smiled and bowed. "Anything you need?"


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"Ah, no, no, nozing zat I need," he smiled. "….But you still haff some  people to meet.”

"He vill be of no use to YOU, Zorin," Dok snapped. "I brought him in to vork for ME. You don’t need to be able to shoot to vork in a lab."

He straightened his coat and looked the woman in the eye.
"Vell, how about I kill ze vhelp und you can choose a more fitting "assistant"?" Zorin sneered, leveling her scythe at Thomas. The doctor’s voice got deadly quiet.
"Don’t you dare threaten him," he growled. His hand dipped into his lab coat pocket. "You know very vell vhat I could do to you."

Little stick, new meat, whelp. He seemed to be getting a lot of unfriendly nicknames.

Thomas stepped back as the other raised the scythe to him. He looked to the doctor, his eyes begging for help. He did not dare raise a hand to Zorin. He knew well enough how bad scythes hurt.

And that one was far bigger.

"Wait… what are you talking about?" the former ghost asked, looking at the other as his hand reached into his pocket.

Zorin’s grin faltered, her eyes showed a hint of fear.
"You vouldn’t. Ze Major needs me. He’d kill you for doing zat!" she protested.
"You never know," Dok said quietly. "Accidents happen. I’ve been vorking very hard lately. Sometimes for days at a time. My old fingers could very easily… slip.” He pulled something almost out of his pocket, revealing the corner of a silver remote control. Zorin backed up slowly.
"…Fine. I’ll let the boy be… for now," she spun around and strode off down the hall. "But if I catch him across my path und you’re not around… I make no promises."

Thomas looked to the remote, his eyes widening. What the heck did that button do that scared the woman so much? He watched Zorin back away, spinning around and taking off.

"What was that?" Thomas asked, looking to the doctor’s pocket.

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