Post by dazbreaker on Aug 20, 2019 4:15:55 GMT -5
”No I’m quite comfortable thank you.”
Wicked almost always had a soft smile on her face. She felt as though it comforted people. The combination of her stunted height and girlish hair drills often tempted people to treat her as a child, a thing she encouraged. It just made things easier for everyone in her opinion. She didn’t have to talk much, and people tended to ignore her. All the better.
”Are you sure? I’m very sorry about the leak I could have sworn we fixed that.”
It was raining lightly outside. Nothing serious just a seasonal shower. The groundskeeper fussed far too much over her. He was an old man though, that crooked, bent kind of old where sometimes he looked as though he may fall over. Wicked nodded in response to his question. He only had room in a shed out in the graveyard itself, but with a little work she had made it quite liveable. She didn’t need much. And she actually liked being out among the graves.
”Yes quite sure. Please now go get some rest before you catch a cold. Lots of work tomorrow right?”
Wicked gave the old man a reassuring wave, and noticed a slight change in expression after she said it.
”Yes, yes quite a lot of work. Yes.”
He suddenly seemed lost in thought, and ambled off to the main house. Wicked shrugged it off and closed the door, throwing herself onto the little mattress her benefactor had found for her. Her shed was little more than three times the size of the mattress, but her size made it satisfactory. It had a place to sleep, a place to read, a place to work, and that was all she needed. Sighing, she opened her eyes, and sat up slowly.
“Hallow.”
She held her hand out, pointing two fingers down at the ground. There was an almost imperceptible shift in the air around her as she extended her power to encompass the shed. This space became her Cemetery. She could do all kinds of things inside. But right now, all she wanted was a little company.
“Rattle Rattle.”
She flashed a hand sign that she used to focus on her powers. It took a lot of concentration to focus on many things at once. Switching from two fingers pointed down she drew a pentagram in the air, then splayed her fingers wide.
“Raise the bones.”
She focused on the closest skeleton to her. Which rested in her personal bag. A flicker of her life fled away and entered the bag. After a brief seconds pause the bag began to shift, opening up as the loose bones within came together to form a functional, walking skeleton! It’s eyes burned with a soft green glow, which fell on Wicked before the macabre golem sat down on the floor in front of her.
”Do you want to play with me a little before bed?”
Her constructs were strange things. Beautiful, but strange. They had a little of her life in them, and so they seemed aware for the most part. But they were simple. And as of yet they couldn’t speak beyond a few muttered indiscernible words. And of course there was the sounds they made in battle, but those were not words at all. The skeleton nodded, opening its mouth wide as if laughing slowly. It then pulled off its own head and tossed it too its mistress. She giggled. She knew this game. All she had to do was put the skull back on its neck! But it wouldn’t make it easy on her! For the next few minutes, Wicked giggled and laughed as she tried to throw a skull back on the dancing marionette that was its body!