Dear Eliza [for Clara, Aradia, Liam, and Mab]

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[This is the placeholder post for Faust's search for a way to communicate with his dead wife. Prompts inside!

Warning: probably contains mental torture and/or physical harm]

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[necromancynow]

"I'm sure," said Faust. The old man still made no attempt to move. Of course, the real question was how he could be so sure. Maybe he'd done things like this in the past. Or maybe he just felt the rightness of the moment. In any case, he turned to leave.

"You don't seem much bothered by what has happened here."

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She gave him one last look as though trying to determine if he was confident because of how he had extracted the information or because he was slightly insane. Finally she nodded and moved toward the door as well, following the doctor toward the stairs.

"Does that bother you?" She asked. She didn't think it did but some humans were difficult to read. But if he thought a little playful torture would upset her, he was certainly mistaken. The man meant nothing to her, provided no use to her she had no reason to feel anything for the pain he suffered. She was the type to think the Romans had been hobbyists at torture. Ten minutes in a basement was hardly a problem. The man had served his purpose.

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"It was only an observation." Being bothered by Mab being bothered would be a little silly, since he had been the one not bothered in the first place.

"I shall begin preparations for the summoning spell immediately. If you'd like, I'd be happy if you could attend. It was your suggestion that led me here, after all." And also led to some poor old man's suffering, but details.

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"Ahh, then yes, I was not bothered."

She stepped out onto the landing and turned to him as he invited her to the summoning. She did not need to be present at the summoning but his magic was truly what was an interest to her so there was no reason not to attend. "I believe I would enjoy that."

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"Very well. It will likely take place at my clinic. Thus there will be no... invitations to worry about." Of course, the question about the location they were at now was what would happen to Heinemann. Probably it would be a good idea if no one checked on him for a little while.

"It will be a small affair, I think."

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"Excellent. Send me the date and time and I will attend." She didn't even glance back at the basement door. Whatever Faust decided to do with the weeping man downstairs was up to him, it wasn't as though she had to concern herself with mortal authorities.

"One would hope." Summonings did not work well with large groups. Spirits could be temperamental about such things. She moved toward the door giving him a moment to decide if he needed her for anything else.

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He didn't have anything to add, so he simply bowed politely and escorted her to the threshold. He'd do a bit of cleaning up around here -- wouldn't do to have a policeman who was a little too curious poking around in his spell preparations.