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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[megidoomed]

She's never really been summoned before. Oh, she knows the general idea of how it goes, but all that experience was from the other side of the mortal coil. Actually going through it herself was a whole different kettle of fish.

It starts as a soft tugging at Aradia's thoughts while Kenzi gets her bearings, disrupting her focus with hard-to-spot ripples and completely ruining her latest attempt at manifesting for longer then five minutes. Which is pretty rude, and she's mostly sure it wasn't even her fault this time. She'd been doing so well so it makes no sense, but whatever, shelve the thought and keep practicing. Time's a-wastin'.

The next pull from the spell isn't quite so gentle.

Her disorientation grows worse as the spell builds in power - it's so close to the weirdness she felt throughout August that she can't help but panic, but it's not like that at the same time, and it's harder to ground herself against it when she can't think straight. Freaking out doesn't help, obviously. But freaking out is also a wonderful option that everyone should try sometime! It's fun for the whole family.

While the world starts to blur she has some time to regret her un-life choices. Because she broke her promise to Not Get In Trouble already and it hasn't even been a whole month and-

- and for a moment everything flickers cold, grave-cold, and... oh. Suddenly everything makes slightly more sense.

"There's nicer ways to get someone's attention, you know." Kenzi has obtained one tiny ghost, knocked to the floor inside the summoning circle and thankfully too out of sorts to be properly annoyed. Not that she could actually do anything inside a circle. But at least now she knows why most Fae hate the idea so much. "Like a letter. Or a phonecall. Not that I have a phone, but it's the thought that counts."