Ghost Girl (for Aradia)

[kleptofaeniac]

Kenzi had been doing research on a specific spell for a month now. And in her research, she had come across hints that maybe the Midnight Circle was more involved in history than she thought. The barest traces of people existing. To the point that she wanted to actually follow up and see if she could find them now.

Most of them were dead. Some were living, and they were either converted to Daybreak or had left the country. Good to know that Sylvia had done a good job of driving them out.

There was one name in particular that she was attached to. Aradia Megido.

She remembered the ghost she ran into on her 'fake exorcist' job. Remembered her name. The Megido name popped up a few times in her records. Enough that she was curious.

Sure she had never actually done a proper summoning of a spirit. But she was willing to give it a go. What better, and more stereotypical, place to do it than at the grave site? It wasn't hard to track down with public records being what they were.

Kenzi sat cross legged in front of Aradia's grave, bent over a book with candles and looking like your average Goth girl. Only difference was, she was the real deal.

"Shit how do I do this -," Kenzi tried reading from the book again, but there was enough wind that she started eating her own hair instead of reading the page she meant to. And it decided to flip to a few pages before.

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[kleptofaeniac]

Of course it counts! Not that Kenzi is that much taller herself, but she can appreciate the level of sucking that this has to be for her.

Kenzi waves a little guiltily at Aradia as she accuses her of meidum-ness. She has a point, but:

"To be fair this is like...the first 'meidum-y' thing I've done, soooo."

Kenzi thinks that wraps up that part of the conversation and claps her hands together. She has questions, son.

"I didn't know you were a Midnight girl!"

...Way to ask Kenzi.

[megidoomed]

Whatever retort Aradia had intended to fire back, it's dead in her throat now.

Kenzi's opening question immediately stops her cold. Her control on her emotions slips and the anger fizzles out, replaced by alarm and a decidedly unnatural drop in the ambient temperature around her headstone.

It's not like her past allegiances were well-hidden, really. But having it dragged into the open so bluntly doesn't reassure her about the pentagram at all, and that leads into other panicking theories - they met before at a fake exorcism. This still has a chance to turn into a very real one if she's not careful. No pressure, then.

"I- No! Kind-of. Maybe?" Welcome to the land of antsy ghosts and bad liars. Please take your free brochure at the door. "But that was before I died. I'm not anyone's girl now."

She doesn't bother asking how Kenzi found out. That can come later, if she makes it through these first few minutes intact. Aradia cautiously steps backwards, one foot brushing against the ethereally solid wall of the circle. Which rules out that line of escape without needing to ask. Drat.

"Why do you care? You don't look like Daybreak. And nobody else ever looked into it, so..."

Because, obviously, the only people who'd look into that were witch hunters or Daybreak, and Kenzi certainly didn't look like the former. Flawless logic.

[kleptofaeniac]

Kenzi gets the hesitation and she doesn't really care that Aradia is giving her non-answers. What matters is reading between the lines, and Kenzi nods in agreement.

"Yeah, I'm not. That's sort of why I care."

She still had a problem saying where her alligences lay out loud, the closest she could get now was:

"I guess that sort of makes us sisters or whatever."