talking to ghosts

[ninjavampire]

Who: Miggy & You??
What: Miguel stays behind to do dead honoring activities
Where: the Pole to start
When: Late October, Early November (Day of the Dead time)
Warnings/Notes: themes of mourning, though it can be lighthearted also

Miguel would be reluctantly absent during the action around Halloween. A strange enough decision, given his first instinct would be to throw himself into the fray as a distraction.

But as of late, he couldn’t hide that something was eating at him. The gloomy spell over his mood seemed more intense than months prior, burning away his patience and making short tempered remarks and the flashing of fangs more easy to let slip. He'd done okay keeping things somewhat under lock, but it was clear now something was definitely wrong.

And so, after some tense, but persuasive conversation just convincing enough to accept staying behind, Miguel finds himself idle on a quieter and lonelier Pole for a few days.

((prompts incoming - brackets or prose are fine))

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[ninjavampire]

Well, that was a quick way to get him to look up from his task - enough hear the story, at least. He doesn't laugh or smile, or do anything to smooth things along. Miguel is feeling barely fit for cordial conversation, much less pleasant ones. But the dark, tumultuous look on his face mellows a little. Particularly when he catches the hint of near-tears at the corners of her eyes.

Maybe it would be a little healthier if Miguel realized that a cry here or there was healthy. For both of them. He's not ready to accept that particular advice, though. He blinks back, evenly.

"I'd argue not to pick a fight with any lab holding volatile chemicals."

He's not sure why the appalling breach of lab safety by shattering a bunch of beakers was the first thing that came to mind. He goes back to carving.

"There are a lot of ways you can make toxic fumes by accident."

[credit_not_blame]

Stacia laughs.

"Well yes, a fight with a bunch of volatile chemicals is a bad idea," she agrees. "But let's just say that I know a lot of people who are all about the Bad Decision Train. One of many reasons that I am a beloved member of my community is that I am willing to unleash a torrent of sarcastic common sense at just about anyone, regardless of how big they are or how pissed off they happen to be."

[ninjavampire]

"The torrent is hard to forget after being subjected to it."

He'd mulled over their first introductions after it happened, and found himself impressed with her way of wrangling an opposing foul mood (with a lot of pointy ends!) It was strange in the moment, but it had disarmed him quicker than expected in the end. Stacia's talents shouldn't be underestimated, bad mood or not.

He busied hands still for a moment.

"Sorry to hear about your friend."

Stacia had glossed over it, but Miguel didn't miss the detail. 'Murder' wasn't exactly a peaceful way to go.

[credit_not_blame]

"Aww, that's so kind of you to say!" Stacia says with every sign of sincerity, pressing a hand to her chest as though Miguel had said something sweet rather than agreeing that she is loud and bossy. To be fair, it's something she's proud of; the society she was raised in tries to train that out of little girls, especially those who want to be perceived as 'cute'.

She smiles sadly at Miguel's sympathy. "Thanks," she says. "Turns out that the people responsible had a long history of doing that sort of thing to people they thought were too uppity or interfering with their 'betters'." She sneers over that last word, putting it inside finger quotes like something dirty she doesn't want to touch with her bare skin. "They're not a problem now, and I have hopes that the youngest one can be taught why what they were doing was wrong. But all the people they killed are still dead."

She sighs, sitting back in her seat.

"I've been to too many funerals for someone who never had grandparents."