Calian (kindledfervor) wrote in cirque_rp, @ 2017-12-10 19:23:00 |
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Many promises of interactions had been made over the strange word electrical device, but the days moved by so fast since the Wild Hunt that Ignis had not made it out to meet people as much as he wished to. There were other spirits he needed to see and the horse-man who showed interest in the living's greeting and friendship system. Ignis remembered that. Like all his memories though, they were fuzzy sort of impressions. One of the first moments he could remember he had had one of those feelings of a memory. A sweet plucky lad had wandered down the forest path Ignis had been floating on. Caught by the strange glow and the curiosity it created, the boy followed him through the darkness until he was lost in the woods, turned around, and started to walk through the marsh that would eat him. As Ignis watched him, always ahead of him, and attempted to talk to him, he felt that warm buzz that something about the kid's look was familiar. All Ignis wanted to do was ask where he was from, but the boy did not hear him other than to call him to his doom. So as the boy found himself sinking into the muds of the marshland and drowning in the two inches of water, Ignis gazed into his brown eyes and wondered if he had known him. Next time, Ignis thought to himself back in the present. Next time he lured someone he would be able to speak with them and they would be able to see him. He would befriend others wo reminded him of the boy who reminded him of a past he did not remember. Ignis sat cross-legged on the ground in between the trailer he had been given in hopes of his getting better at being solid and Gabe's trailer, where he tended to stay and slept in one of the cupboards. As the sun was going down he took on a half kind of form. His ghostly visage an outline of a human form that Gabe could see with regularity and smack in the middle of where his chest would be was the floating ball of green-blue gasous fire that was his typical form. All Ignis needed to do was figure out how to be more solid and hide his fireball when there were customers about. So far, he had not done too well, but practice made perfect. |