OOC: Tags to Rhi
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It was raining. But OF COURSE it was raining. This was bloody Ketra, capital of the barbaric nation of heathens. If he hand't have had several centuries (or maybe a millenia... he lost count somewhere) of tolerating these other 'nations', he'd have turned down their request. But as it turns out, even an esteemed and thorough bred true Essyrni had his limits. And Lord Amalin Tuthmosis III (for he was named after his great great grand father Amalin), was exactly that. A man at his limits- and a man who, consequentially, could not die, despite the fact he had been dying for countless centuries. It was an annoying curse, that was to be sure, and the dying process was always so pestilent in the way it just... itched.
ANd to think about the way his organs would prickle and shrivel up as they failed-
Well! It was best not to think about that. He wasn't a mummy now, he would be later, but for now, he was as much a man as any other (granted, if you pricked his finger- he'd bleed sand rather htan blood), but he looked the role as an ordinary man, and in fact, probably was once upon a time.
Now, being as he was cursed to live and die... FOREVER, it put him in quite the prickly pickle indeed. And he needed more.. research. This curse, he had to find a cure. But he also had to find a means to live, and with a man as brilliant and restless as Lord Amalin- being a Ghost investigator had him leaving a rather hectic and eclectic life.
And it was enough to sate him (for now..) and he found himself trying to stave off a grumble as he stalked across Lord Lekari's lawn. With every ounce of a gentleman about him, he was fully aiming to head towards the front door. But something caught his eye, and instead, with parasol in hand, he strolled on through the back gate and showed himself into the grave yard.
Ah, the family grave, with a freshly dug tomb. Yes, it made too much sense already. The grounds here were probably disturbed in just the wrong spot- and he could figure out this ghostly mystery in no time and be out of here well before his decomposing cycle were to begin.
But naturally, things played out much more differently. For he hadn't been paying attention to the living while he pulled out his note book and began to scribble things down with a nubby ended piece of kohl. Yes, there was a lot of signs of after life activity here, he could even feel it in his bones. ANd the sloshy ground hindered him only a little bit as he began to walk through the graves, nose first in his note book as he continued to make his assessment of the grounds.
SO it was without warning it all happened really- and she, well, she should have clearly seen him coming! He was a busy man after all and well she? She was hardly a ghost, fo ra ghost would leave him concerned, but a woman? Egads! Who would have thought he would have found himself bumping into another living soul- and a woman who, evidently, was a clumsy she. For the second he bumped into her it was too late. He whirled around as fast as lightning but the second he caught sight of a pair of skirts, his heart went cold and she- probably went screaming, right into the open faced casket of some recent dead guy.
And he made a face, blinking down at the woman as he chuffed.
"I say, does your family always leave the dead laying around so... so open like this?"
It was as if Lord Lekari was begging for these ghosts to harass him! No wonder he had a ghost problem!
And finding his manners, he offered the floundering woman a hand. But he hardly looked amused or happy for it. Really, this woman just got in his way of his research! And he hardly had the time to entertain a silly pair of skirts- never you mind the fact it was evident in her dark wardrobe she was here for mourning....