Bela Talbot (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-10-23 05:54 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-10-23 05:54 pm
[OTC] Peggy Tabor Millin quote
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changehistory. Follows THIS.]
“We never touch people so lightly that we do not leave a trace.”
Arthur Petrelli.
Adam was right, according to all official notices, the man was deceased. Heart attack, was the official cause, but things just seemed much too neat and clean. Every base was covered, and even in cases where the deceased was really deceased, it was never this perfect. Something wasn’t—right. And Bela had every intention of finding out what that was.
When you’re looking for a cursed object, you talk to people that have been effected by it. When you’re looking for information on a person, you talk to anyone who’s encountered them. It’s much easier than an object, in that respect. All you have to do is encounter someone, let them brush you on the street or talk to them for a moment on the bus and you’ve left some kind of fingerprint. The talking board was really just a means of sorting through those fingerprints and finding the ones that were the strongest.
It had taken some time to find a spirit that would actually speak to her regarding Arthur Petrelli, and she wasn’t sure if that sign boded well at all. Tossing her hair back over her shoulder she invoked the spirits yet again, hoping that someone, somewhere would know exactly what she’s looking for. There was a small pause, before she felt the subtle pull under her fingers as the planchette started to move across the board, coming to rest over the “yes” written at the top of the board.
Giving a slight sigh of relief, before speaking up again, turning her attention to the spirit she assumed had come to rest in front of her. “I’m looking for information on Arthur Petrelli.” The pause came again, before the planchette started to move, highlighting several letters along the way.
D-E-A-D
Bela fought the urge to roll her eyes, before replying, but was unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She hated it when spirits tried to give her the run around. “If I believed that, I wouldn’t be here now, would I? Whoever faked his death made it too perfect. I need more information.” A pause again, this one long enough to think she may have lost the spirit for good, before the plastic piece started to move again, dragging it’s way across the board.
W-H-Y
That only managed to annoy her more. It had taken her so long to actually get an answer, she didn’t have the patience for spirits looking to play games. She took a deep breath, before responding again, this time managing to sound less annoyed. “A friend asked me to look into it. I need whatever information you can give me.” There was another pause, and the planchette moved again, this time slowly, more deliberately.
D-A-N-G-E-R
At that, her stomach dropped. She never questioned a spirit’s intuition for danger, and that added to the fact that Adam considered his life to be on the line only made her more concerned about the impending safety of her friend. Adam had lived for four hundred years without dying. If he considered something to put his mortal life in jeopardy, and a spirit was seconding the sentiment, she was starting to worry a bit more than she had previously. “Please—whatever you can tell me,” she sighed, trying not to sound as desperate as she felt, her patience wearing thin and starting to be replaced by sincere worry. “I think the same friend may be in that danger.”
Another pause, longer than all the previous ones combined and Bela could feel the panic starting to rise in her throat. Adam was one of the few actual friends she had anymore, and losing him was not looking like a promising prospect. She was about to ask again before the planchette started to move again, starting to spell out another series of letters.
P-I-N-E-H-E-A-R-S-T
“Pinehearst. Thank you,” she sighed, before removing her hands from the planchette and effectively ending the conversation. Granted, that wasn’t much further than when she had started, but at least that was something. Making her way over to the computer, she picked up the phone closest to her and punched in Adam’s number, hoping that she would actually connect with him or someone who was willing to help.
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RP forchangehistory and heroslayer
changehistory. Follows THIS.]“We never touch people so lightly that we do not leave a trace.”
Arthur Petrelli.
Adam was right, according to all official notices, the man was deceased. Heart attack, was the official cause, but things just seemed much too neat and clean. Every base was covered, and even in cases where the deceased was really deceased, it was never this perfect. Something wasn’t—right. And Bela had every intention of finding out what that was.
When you’re looking for a cursed object, you talk to people that have been effected by it. When you’re looking for information on a person, you talk to anyone who’s encountered them. It’s much easier than an object, in that respect. All you have to do is encounter someone, let them brush you on the street or talk to them for a moment on the bus and you’ve left some kind of fingerprint. The talking board was really just a means of sorting through those fingerprints and finding the ones that were the strongest.
It had taken some time to find a spirit that would actually speak to her regarding Arthur Petrelli, and she wasn’t sure if that sign boded well at all. Tossing her hair back over her shoulder she invoked the spirits yet again, hoping that someone, somewhere would know exactly what she’s looking for. There was a small pause, before she felt the subtle pull under her fingers as the planchette started to move across the board, coming to rest over the “yes” written at the top of the board.
Giving a slight sigh of relief, before speaking up again, turning her attention to the spirit she assumed had come to rest in front of her. “I’m looking for information on Arthur Petrelli.” The pause came again, before the planchette started to move, highlighting several letters along the way.
D-E-A-D
Bela fought the urge to roll her eyes, before replying, but was unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She hated it when spirits tried to give her the run around. “If I believed that, I wouldn’t be here now, would I? Whoever faked his death made it too perfect. I need more information.” A pause again, this one long enough to think she may have lost the spirit for good, before the plastic piece started to move again, dragging it’s way across the board.
W-H-Y
That only managed to annoy her more. It had taken her so long to actually get an answer, she didn’t have the patience for spirits looking to play games. She took a deep breath, before responding again, this time managing to sound less annoyed. “A friend asked me to look into it. I need whatever information you can give me.” There was another pause, and the planchette moved again, this time slowly, more deliberately.
D-A-N-G-E-R
At that, her stomach dropped. She never questioned a spirit’s intuition for danger, and that added to the fact that Adam considered his life to be on the line only made her more concerned about the impending safety of her friend. Adam had lived for four hundred years without dying. If he considered something to put his mortal life in jeopardy, and a spirit was seconding the sentiment, she was starting to worry a bit more than she had previously. “Please—whatever you can tell me,” she sighed, trying not to sound as desperate as she felt, her patience wearing thin and starting to be replaced by sincere worry. “I think the same friend may be in that danger.”
Another pause, longer than all the previous ones combined and Bela could feel the panic starting to rise in her throat. Adam was one of the few actual friends she had anymore, and losing him was not looking like a promising prospect. She was about to ask again before the planchette started to move again, starting to spell out another series of letters.
P-I-N-E-H-E-A-R-S-T
“Pinehearst. Thank you,” she sighed, before removing her hands from the planchette and effectively ending the conversation. Granted, that wasn’t much further than when she had started, but at least that was something. Making her way over to the computer, she picked up the phone closest to her and punched in Adam’s number, hoping that she would actually connect with him or someone who was willing to help.
709 words
RP for
changehistory and heroslayer