« Last post by EchoMirage on June 29, 2016, 03:14:38 PM »
Gerhard was aware that he appeared to be brooding - but that specific sort of absent expression, combined with the appearance of deep inward focus came naturally to anyone who would seek to communicate with a semi-coherent ephemeral entity from two dimensions over, inside the privacy of his head. Or, questionable privacy - the Cellmate tended to "yell" when excited, making people in the vicinity suddenly think "potato!", or "ah, that's how you make new corporeal shells?"
It stirred, its focus shifting from tracing the threads of the Tapestry - to the uninitiated, from trying to understand the underpinnings of this particular reality. A daunting task for someone who took ten years to understand the concept of "down" and "gravity". The warlock gave a mental nod to the diminutive fire elemental in the fireplace. The spirits of the elements were infinitely more relatable than his strange companion - they were closely tied to the corporeal world, after all.
Gerhard felt slightly guilty for calling the cellmate an 'it' - but he was fairly certain that human pronouns were not applicable in this case.
"The soul anchors. Tailed comets of flesh. They bathe in sleep. The slowed mesh."
"Yes, I had a few drinks" Gerhard admitted - his half of the conversation being audible, the alcohol lowering his guard against such things slightly.
"Would you care to have one more?" the tavern wench chimed in.
"That, or you" he laughed.
"Possession (corporeal) is not equal to possession (spiritual)" the Cellmate noted.
"Indeed, two different things. The spiritual aspect needs to be further differentiated - there are many ways to make someone your own. Amenable, and less so."
He did desire the barmaid, rounded in all the right places. A year on a lonely island - and half a year of pirate captivity - teach you to appreciate the nice things in life when they come. While contemplating whether to ask the fire spirit to warm her a little, or to cast him in a good light, Gerhard noticed the fiery fey panicking, and scuttling up the chimney.
That's when his honed senses and the Cellmate's manifold astral tendrils noticed a presence looming over the bar, the shadow of a bear over the unsuspecting salmon. This was no trifling spectre, but rather...
The warlock looked around.