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[jazzandtiramisu]

To be perfectly honest, he was fucking around.

Arcaeus was off doing Real Demon things and probably wouldn't be back reliably for a few months at least. Lannos wasn't used to being left behind in his lover's exploits, but the other demon had his reasons and Lannos had very little reason to question him on it. Except it left him bored. A month of doing anything he wanted free-range and he was left wanting to do none of it; even Mire and Marine only provided so much distraction and he needed Mire to go out and do her thing for him anyway. While she was off tripping people and knocking over towered boxes, he was left bemoaning his own boredom.

At least until he'd heard down the grapevine of a little place off the East coast. He'd been all over the East coast, most of it looked the same as the rest, but this place was noteworthy because of some unknown something in the area. Nothing noteworthy enough to warrant inspection, but enough to cause a whisper. No one quite knew who might be responsible for it, surely some Celestial or another.

But Lannos was bored and he'd never been to this East Coast town so why the hell not? He hadn't found much. Mostly same-old you'd find in any small-town community. They seemed nice enough and when he made eyes at the girl in the diner, she gave him a slice of pie he didn't order, but nothing out of the ordinary. The most noteworthy thing were the young family on the outskirts of town who'd just moved there a week ago, right into one of the older houses.

It had just seemed too perfect.

He made the dishes rattle, stopped clocks at 6:66AM, moved chairs and frames just out from where they were supposed to be and he could practically feel the dread building in the house. He almost never corrupted or tormented people as his mentor wished he would, Arcaeus' protection was the only thing keeping him as free to do nothing as he was. But there was a simple joy in scaring the shit out of some humans.

Maybe he overstepped his bounds by making himself only visible to the family's youngest daughter and being her 'imaginary friend' but it had felt too achingly familiar to pass up. Besides, where was the harm in letting them know exactly how 'haunted' they were?

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[ragwitch]

Piper has carded a decent amount of wool by now. Not enough, but a decent amount. Then the clock starts chiming early.

The clock chimes six, then six again--oh how original--and she waits for the third set as she works on her carding. It takes her a minute to realize it's not coming, and that this is a ghost with a good flair for the dramatic.

Either that or it's trying to get a message across, maybe for how to put it to rest, but Piper doesn't feel much like doing favors for the kind of ghost that uses kids to freak out families.

She doesn't bother acknowledging the clock. She ignores the ghost like she'd ignore an annoying little kid--instead, she gathers up all the wool she's carded and starts spinning it into thread, nodding her head along to her music.