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

[necromancynow]

[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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[warmheartedly]

Thank goodness it isn't his mailbox. She didn't want her to get in trouble in vampire territory. The information she'll find there will no doubt give them a little clue about the man they're looking for. Better than nothing, right?

Definitely after this. It's a good thing we're intangible, Clara can't help but think as she 'hops' back when he moves closer. No worry of awkward contact oh no.

"Um-- We're simply looking for an acquaintance of ours. There's urgent news that concerns him that we need to tell him." What she's doing isn't lying to a man. Oh no. It's telling the truth in a rather obscure and vague way. That's the truth, friend. It's the only possible way to keep a straight face without looking guilty. "It seems he isn't here anymore though! Looks like he forgot to send us his address when he moved."

How he knows two lady ghosts and how he's expected to inform them of his move is a little bit of a stretch but anything is possible when someone is (un)dead.

[megidoomed]

Aradia can't quite fight down a giggle at Clara's creative usage of the truth, though she can't really blame her. Telling the outright truth in a situation like this would probably end poorly, especially given how little information the two actually have. But perhaps, what's worse is the younger ghost's shock is quickly giving way to enthusiasm again, barely caring when Cedric cheerfully invades their personal space. It is still somewhat of an adventure, and she did miss exploring things... oh dear.

"We don't know where to start other then here, unfortunately! So I guess that kind of makes it an expedition?" And there goes the beginnings of a grin, as her tension slowly bleeds away. Shenanigans: Aradia's one true weakness. "But if you know anything that'd help, it'd really be appreciated. Er, Mr. Cedric. Sir."

The man's name gets awkwardly tacked on as an afterthought, Aradia growing distracted over trying to maintain her part of the conversation while hopefully staying tangible enough to hold the letters - which is harder then it looks, especially after the lonely month she had in July. Manifesting was never her strong point.

[necromancynow]

"Goodness gracious! Any clues, then? I assume those letters are for your friend?" Cedric was getting excited now (he was always excited) at the thought of lending a hand to two ghost ladies in need.

"Why, I haven't been in the area long, but I could surely help you two look!" Windfall from an old departed aunt, perhaps? Either way, Cedric seemed willing to help. His binoculars jangled about his neck as if in agreement.

[warmheartedly]

There are times she can be honest. There are also times she can be just like anyone else: Sneaky when she needs to be, effective when the time is right. Thank goodness luck is on their side today.

"They are! We thought it'll give us a clue to where he is now. They eeem to be only bills and notices." She thinks. Clara looks over at Aradia for clarification over her statement but she believes there's a good chance it's overdue bills and final notices. She's seen that angry red ink and stamp across the paper many times when still dealing with utility rates in her apartment.

At the very least the papers should give them his full name. That'll give them an idea of Mrs. Eliza's possible name itself if he's from her father's side.

"If it isn't too much of a bother to you sir-- Have you seen him? He would have been noticeable in this part of town. Germanic features. Around in his... mid to late 50s or so." A guess from what she remembers of the picture of Eliza when she was in Faust's office, adding a few years here and there.