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[Liz has been keeping herself busy doing her ghostly thing around the grounds. It's a funny thing, but she really hasn't visited every place open to the residents and that's not something she can really understand.

So, today, she's been out visiting the stables with it's cranky moose, although she'd given him a wide and respectful berth. No sense going solid and getting herself trampled, right? Right.

After the stables, she meandered over to the mews and stood watching the hawks for a while. She'd always wanted to try falconry when she was alive, but it was something she'd thought she'd have plenty of time for. HAHAH. Nope. :|

After the mews came something unexpected... something amazing and something known to draw squeals of adoration from even the strongest of souls. Something that even the blackest of black hearts melted in the face of.]

OH MY GOD!! No one told me there are, like, puppies here!!!

[She is currently sitting amidst the puppies as they clamor over her momentarily solid form. Puppy kisses and yips and paws and just asdl;ghas;gha;ga. Liz is in heaven (no pun intended).

The giggles and general cooing go on for several minutes before...]

Oh, bleh... whoever is watching them, like, totally needs to loosen their collars! Aren't you lucky that, like, I've totally had dogs before and can do this, like, one handed? C'mere, fluff ball!

[Are you ready for some shenanigans, Keep? Are you? 'Cause shit's about to get real up in here! (even if I have no idea HOW, lmfao)]

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Ah no! You have found my secret!

[She is laughing.]

They are sweet, yes-

[The laughter dissolves on her tongue.]

No. Please don't-

[Liz is all smiles as the puppies climb all over her and each other.]

Man killers, the lot of 'em! I just, like, might die of kisses.

[Then Nieta's last words hit her and she blinks, having just undone the third puppy's collar with a simple flick of the wrist.]

Is there, like, something wrong? Should I put them back on?

[Seriously, who's going to lose track of a puppy here? It wasn't like anyone was going to steal them.]

No. Leave.

Go to your room.

[All Nieta will hear is a soft cry of alarm before the book is clamped shut. Don't mind her, Nieta, she's released hell spawn and is going to run now, k thanks.]

[Ignorant of Nieta's and Liz's exchange, the pup shivers, shakes his head and then resumes scratching at his neck with a back leg, as though the collar had never been removed.

A clump of fur falls away.

And then another.

Standing up, the dog shakes again, the motion running down his body from head to tail, great clouds of fur slough from his sides in golden flurries to carpet the floor of the kennels.

Is he bigger? No, he couldn't possibly be bigger

As the fur falls away from those puppy paws, great curled black claws come into view, glistening. Beneath his thick coat, his skin clings to his gaunt cheekbones and ribs, and where it folds and creases, spidery cracks run raw with blood. His lips draw back in a playful growl, to show teeth stained yellow, and the stench of dried blood and long-rotten meat rolls off him.

He barks, and snaps at Liz.]

[Liz doesn't get what all the fuss is about and looks down at the puppy that had just been in her lap a moment ago.]

You, like, okay, furball?

[She reaches a hand toward the puppy, but pauses as it begins to itch at itself. Her eyes begin to widen as she takes the small changes in.]

Oh... oh wow...

[She can only watch as the fur falls off in great clumps, leaving behind a creature that would only possibly have ever been mistaken as a dog.

There is no missing those claws, her wide blue eyes locking on them before lifting slowly at the soft growl. It still sounds playful in context, but when it snaps at her, the thought is anything but.]

Easy, furball... We were just, like, having a super fun time, right?

[She's read enough books and seen enough movies to know running is likely NOT the answer right now, so her movements are slow and guarded as she scoots back from the dog(?). She swallows as she slowly begins to rise back to her feet, journal clutched in one white knuckled hand.]

You look like something my dad might have had... he was a full blooded demon, you know? All kinds of cute little guys like you running around.

[She smiles, but it's strained as she finally reaches a fully standing position.]

[The pup growled again.

Without further warning, he bounded forward and reared up to plant his front paws squarely on Liz's thighs, claws ready to sink in.]

Whoa, furball... it's okay, like... you wanna play fetch or something?

[This time, Liz can't help the startled yelp, fumbling back several steps at the pups' sudden movement.

She wills herself incorporeal, but it's not something she's been able to control since showing up at the Keep so why should that change now??? :D She stays solid and braces herself as the paws come up and settle on her, doing her best to not fall over altogether.

Poltergeist or not, she was solid right now and the last thing she wanted to do was fall over beneath the dog. Hellspawn looking or not, she wasn't IN hell right now and this wasn't one of the demons she'd seen running around since she'd died.

This was so totally not been how she'd planned on the day going.]

[The dog barks ones and then growls again, before dropping to the floor. Sharp claws rake down Liz's legs as he goes and he turns swiftly in a circle, chasing his tail before stiffening and lunging for her ankles.]

Easy, bo-

[She barely gets out the words and claws bite into her skin, drawing a pained gasp from her lips. But she doesn't scream, nor does she run. She's unused to pain and to have something remind her rather sharply that things are different here is something instantly sobering.

But running would be bad. She grimaces, biting her lip as blood wells beneath the roughly torn denim of her jeans. The jeans are the only thing that kept the cuts from being worse than they were.

Still, as she watches the dog twirl and chase its bony tail, she can't help but see the 'puppy' still in it. She's about to do something dumb, but hopes it will work... Thinks it will? Wildly... but definitely hopes.

As the dog rounds and moves to snap at her ankle, her voice is hard and clear as she barks out just four words.]

NO!!! Bad dog!!

[She points to the ground, hoping not to lose a finger in the process.]

Sit!!

[There is a moment where Liz's tone gives the puppy pause. It knows that tone.

But unfortunately for Liz, the kennelmistress speaks Portuguese. And it's Portuguese that the dogs have been trained in.

Instead of sitting, the dog barks, rears up again, paws and claws scrabbling at the air, and then bolts for the door.]

[Well that's just a sonofabitch, isn't it?? D:

Liz has that moment where she remembers with sickening clarity what she went through when she was murdered as the puppy halts and stares at her. She doesn't know what it's going to do and then it barks and rears and instead of charging her, bolts from the kennels.

Liz stares after its departing form, legs stinging from where she is bleeding, but unconcerned about that just now.]

Oh God...

[She flees to the door, shouting after the dog.]

Furball, get back here!!

[She can't even rationalize why she's calling for it instead of running like Nieta told her too, but... it was still a puppy. Demon dog or not, she can't help but see that it is still a puppy and that it's going to find someone and do something stupid because not very one will handle seeing a demon dog as well as she did.]

Come back!!!

[Pulling the kennel door closed to keep in the other puppies, Liz does one of those completely and ridiculously stupid things and gives chase.]

[But too late.

The pup has taken off, leaving no clue as to which direction it went.]

Puppies? Are they friendly?

[Ezra has had some bad experiences with dogs, but Liz wouldn't be making those happy noises if they were trying to eat her, right?]

[Liz sounds winded when she replies, having lost track of the puppy even before the whole adventure really began.]

Well, yeah... like... until the collar came off. And, I mean, he was still friendly, but, like... he kinda became the undead. Ummm... and I think... he might... hurt someone... by accident.

[She hisses softly, then, the sound pain filled as she stops to actually pay attention to the cuts on her legs. They are bleeding sluggishly, but they hurt a lot more than she might have expected them to. Pain wasn't something the young poltergeist was all that used to after a year+ of being dead.

After another moment...]

Ow. Okay, umm... like, maybe he'll try... to eat someone. But... it's, like, not his fault.

[WHAT LIZ WHAT. Ezra is horrified.]

It's undead now? And it's trying to eat people?! Are you okay? Where did it go? How are we supposed to kill it if it's undead?!

[AAAAHHH.]

[Yeah, she's not trying to be blase, but she's definitely trying not freak the hell out. Sure, demon dogs were a thing of the real world where she came from, but she'd never been responsible for one being loosed on the populace before.

Nope, not freaking out.

Okay, maybe a little.]

Um, yeah... I, like, think it was all along, but the collars make it appear living or something... I, like, just took a collar off 'cause it looked tight! I didn't know, Ezra...

[She sounds really upset about all of this and then grimaces at the question of if she's hurt or not. She hasn't read her journal, so she has no idea about Nieta's post yet.]

Um, I tried to turn ghosty, but it didn't work... he kinda sorta clawed my legs up a little, but then he ran off. I'm only bleeding a little, though... God, I can't believe I'm actually bleeding...

[hear that, Ezra? That's dawning horror... because she's hurt and ghosts don't get hurt. Did YOU hear Nieta's post, Ezra? Do you what these cuts mean? 'Cause Liz sure doesn't!]

It's okay. You didn't know.

[But oh shit the demon dog can hurt ghosts. Is no one safe? Is the world coming to an end? As far as Ezra is concerned, yes, yes it is.

But don't worry Liz, because Ezra did listen to Nieta's post. Or, the first bit of it that told him to see the doctor about scratches. The rest of it? He's blissfully unaware of.]

Right. Okay. We gotta go to Sycora. Where are you?

[Liz feels pretty much 100% horrible about this whole thing, but hearing that from Ezra actually helps and she exhales softly, a soft tremor to the puff of air.

She bites her lips, fighting back the burn of tears, but her legs are starting to sting more and more and she's not feeling so hot and DAMMIT these things weren't supposed to bother her anymore!!

Her voice is small when she replies.]

Thanks, Ezra...

[But theeeeeeen she falls silent again, pretty much rooting right to the spot she'd been walking from.]

Wha-... Why? What's wrong? Like, why do I need to go see Sycora? She's the doctor here, right? Why do I need to, like, see her? They're just scratches... right?

[A pause then... they were awfully sensitive and it wasn't like Furball was a living, breathing puppy.]

Umm... I'm near the stables... just between there and the kennels...

I don't know why, I just know they made an announcement. But you're a ghost and it hurt you and that can't be normal, so we have to show someone.

[He wasn't too sure how the doctor was going to ghost-wounds, but Ezra figured he'd worry about that part later. First, they had to get Liz to safety.]

I'm gonna come get you. If I'm not there in ten minutes, the dog got me and you gotta go by yourself to the doctor, okay?

[Not trying to freak you out here, Liz, but they had to address all possibilities.]

[This response is doing nothing to settle her nerves, but she's also pretty sure that Ezra isn't trying to deliberately make things worse.]

I don't know... I, like, shouldn't be able to be solid, either, but this place messes me up.

[So don't worry about not worrying, Ezra, as Liz is doing more than enough for the both of you. She bites her lip and nods as Ezra tells her to stay where she's at and then her eyes widen.]

OHMIGOD, no! You're, like, totally going to be okay, okay?? Just, like, be careful and I'll be right here waiting.

[OH GOD, EZRA PLEASE DON'T DIE!!!! D:

And she'll be waiting there, literally counting and fretting like hell.]

I should be fine. I'm good at running away. It's just harder to do here, that's all.

[What with all the buildings and the lack of water to escape to.

Luckily for Ezra, he gets as far as the stables without coming across the demon dog. He's tense and jumpy and more than a little on edge, but he wasn't lying, this is his element. He pokes his head around the corner, daring to call out in only the softest of voices.]

Liz? Liz are you here?

[Whether or not he's good at running away from things doesn't at all negate that she is worried as hell for his safety. She never meant for any of this to happen when she loosed Furball, and had no idea any of this COULD happen. Now she was faced with the possibility that her friends could get hurt or worse and that terrified her.

She waits, pacing the area in front of the stables with quick steps. She she hears someone coming, she falls still, heart in her throat. If it was Furball, there was the likelihood that things wouldn't go well at all.

She exhales shakily as, instead, it's Ezra's familiar voice that greets her. She waves, still solid and very visible, trying to catch his attention discreetly.]

Ezra! Over here...

[She's thrilled to see him, but this is a bit muted at the growing throb of pain in her legs.]

[His head snaps around at the sound, and he hurries over to it without another word.

And there was Liz. Even as he closes in he can see that this isn't good. ...even just the fact that he COULD see the wound was a problem.

He kneels down beside her, still completely on alert, and mutters to himself.]

It really did get you... How did it get you?

[And then his attention snaps to Liz, looking her in the eye.]

Do you think you can walk?

[Liz breathes out in relief as Ezra makes his way over to her, brows knitting as he looks her over. She shifts a bit, grimacing as her thighs throb beneath the cuts. They're not pretty, by any means, the skin around them beginning to discolor in a completely abnormal way.

She smiles weakly, aiming for levity.]

You know how I said, like, that this place messes with my ghostiness? Well, like, I went solid at just the wrong time, I guess...

[Her smile, weak as it is, falters altogether under that sharp gazed scrutiny. She nods almost imperceptibly.]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can.

[No flowery dialect. No stuttering. There might even be an audible amount of fear coloring her tone now.]

I don't like it. The way this place messes with our powers. How are we supposed to defend ourselves like this?

[Sure, it keeps the strong people at bay, but it hurt the weaker ones too.

He nods back, wasting no time in throwing Liz's arm over his shoulder and pulling her to her feet. They had to do this quick, before Liz's ghostiness decided to pop up again, and before her leg got any worse.]

We can rest once we're in the castle, but first we have to make it that far. Okay?

[He looks at her for an answer, his expression grim. No reassuring smiles here, sorry Liz.]

[Liz makes a small sound in the back of her throat, shaking her head.]

I don't know... like, it seems to completely counterpoint how you'd think things would be, you know? I mean, sure, some people can still, like, do a whole lot, but some of us can't...

[Liz could hardly levitate much of anything anymore and going from ghost to solid without notice brought on its own world of issues.

When Ezra moves in to help her get to her feet, Liz does her best to keep him from having to heft her around too much. She hates being a pain and she doesn't want to make things even harder for him.

She grits her teeth and nods once, biting back any complaint she might have about pain or otherwise.]

Sure... I can make that.

[No smiles... Ezra was one of the few that smiled a lot with her, but then she wasn't smiling either.

She could make that... right?]

[You'd better, because Ezra wasn't sure he could fight the instinct to run if the dog showed up before they got that far.

He starts their journey to the safety of the Keep, pulling Liz along as fast as he figures he can without hurting her. His head is snapping around at every little sound; his tension would almost be humourous if it weren't for the situation.]

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