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

[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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Faust had asked that Clara meet him at a familiar place: somewhere quiet where there was not much chance of them being interrupted. And what better place to carry a thing like that out but a cemetery?

He waited in the early morning at a corner of the same cemetery at which they'd first met, hopefully avoiding any confrontations with Enrique in the process.

Clara and Aradia had their own special means of looking for fellow ghosts. Faust, on the other hand, had at least one earthly lead open to him: the name of one of Eliza's uncles, now living in London. The question was whether he'd be willing to cooperate. And whether he could be found, of course.

"Haven't seen the man in years," muttered Faust darkly. But if he knew some secret about his wife that Faust did not...

Earlier that morning, Faust had flipped open his small, outdated phone and laboriously typed out a message to the number of the woman he knew only as Ms. Sommerset:

It seems that I owe you some thanks. I've found a man that can tell me about my wife.

He'd included an address and time.

Now, whistling low, Faust locked the door behind him and descended to the basement of a small suburban home, slipping on some rubber gloves as he went. "How is our patient?" he asked quietly as he descended.

Meinke Heinemann, an elderly man in his late 50s, was seated in a chair at the center of the room. His wrists and ankles were bound with silver duct tape, tying him to the heavy wood. His mouth was taped firmly shut. His eyes, wide and bloodshot, followed Faust as the doctor approached.

The walls and floors were covered with arcane symbols. There were candles, magical ingredients, a lone lightbulb hanging from the center of the ceiling.

It was time.

Armed with his new knowledge, Faust waited a few days after the interrogation of good Mr. Heinemann before making his next move. The circle of those he invited to attend this particular summoning was small; he had no desire to be caught by the police before he had the opportunity to use this knowledge.

This evening, the sign in front of the clinic was turned firmly to the side that said CLOSED. His assistant, however, still answered the door, ushering any expected visitors to the back room where Faust had set up his summoning pentacle.

"Thank you for coming," he said in a quiet voice. The lines of the pentacle were glowing with an eerie light.

"I've waited a long time for this... I... thank you. It's because of you that I'll be able to talk to my wife again."

Edited 2015-08-19 05:18 (UTC)

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The Search (for Clara and Aradia)

The Search (for Liam)

The Find (anyone who wants to see some torture...?)

The Summoning (similarly, anyone who wants to hang around to see the summoning)