“I suppose it's nearly settled, then. If those that know Jae better than I do, think she wouldn't much mind our staying for supper... I'd be happy to.” Clarence adjusted his glasses again, looking from Trevor to 'Zeran,' as he spoke, though it wasn't as if the possessed man could see; gesture was a hard habit to omit. “I'd also be happy to replace anything we use all up.”
Noemi's remark prompted a small shrug in turn. “I can't recall of any ghost-type on record admitting to a recollection, though... there are a handful of stories about unhappy ghosts denied a new form, on account of their misdeeds. I expect some skepticism, but there's at least once ghost Drakogen has pressed to public service. He's currently the gym leader off the coast of Lazuli.” Feeling that revelation deserved a little... space to land, Clarence finished his lemonade, and then turned back to Trevor.
“Aaron Kelly is a figure of some... notoriety, in Timeran folk stories. A thoroughly bothersome man who became more bothersome after he died, though he never was, or became, actually dangerous. The story goes that he died, was buried, and dug himself up the same day, going home to argue with his widow over where he ought to be. She said he was dead; he said he didn't feel dead, just cold, so he would set by the fire until he was warmed again. Unsurprisingly, he kept feeling cold... and while he didn't warm, he did dry out, so he creaked and cracked, complaining of the cold all the while. Eventually, a fiddler came to court Widow Kelly. He must have been a very charming fellow, as he was able to convince Aaron moving around would help him warm up again after all. Being jealous, Aaron declared the best way to move would be to dance with his wife, saying as much, and insisting the fiddler play. The fiddler acquiesced, and the Kellys danced, just as he had hoped; he played faster and faster as Aaron continued to crack, pop, and snap, and he stopped playing only when the Kellys fell. Widow Kelly fell down; Aaron Kelly fell apart. The fiddler helped the widow up, and they gathered Aaron's bones to bury, but in a jumble, so they'd have time to leave town together. To this day, you'll sometimes hear someone who's made a pest of his- or her-self told 'go ask Aaron,' instead of 'shush' or 'shoo.' It's so that the pest will be busied looking for his bones, and the bothered will know peace in the interim.”
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Noemi's remark prompted a small shrug in turn. “I can't recall of any ghost-type on record admitting to a recollection, though... there are a handful of stories about unhappy ghosts denied a new form, on account of their misdeeds. I expect some skepticism, but there's at least once ghost Drakogen has pressed to public service. He's currently the gym leader off the coast of Lazuli.” Feeling that revelation deserved a little... space to land, Clarence finished his lemonade, and then turned back to Trevor.
“Aaron Kelly is a figure of some... notoriety, in Timeran folk stories. A thoroughly bothersome man who became more bothersome after he died, though he never was, or became, actually dangerous. The story goes that he died, was buried, and dug himself up the same day, going home to argue with his widow over where he ought to be. She said he was dead; he said he didn't feel dead, just cold, so he would set by the fire until he was warmed again. Unsurprisingly, he kept feeling cold... and while he didn't warm, he did dry out, so he creaked and cracked, complaining of the cold all the while. Eventually, a fiddler came to court Widow Kelly. He must have been a very charming fellow, as he was able to convince Aaron moving around would help him warm up again after all. Being jealous, Aaron declared the best way to move would be to dance with his wife, saying as much, and insisting the fiddler play. The fiddler acquiesced, and the Kellys danced, just as he had hoped; he played faster and faster as Aaron continued to crack, pop, and snap, and he stopped playing only when the Kellys fell. Widow Kelly fell down; Aaron Kelly fell apart. The fiddler helped the widow up, and they gathered Aaron's bones to bury, but in a jumble, so they'd have time to leave town together. To this day, you'll sometimes hear someone who's made a pest of his- or her-self told 'go ask Aaron,' instead of 'shush' or 'shoo.' It's so that the pest will be busied looking for his bones, and the bothered will know peace in the interim.”