lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 23, 2011 14:56:02 GMT -6
Marian glanced over at where Ivan was when he saw Haven walk into his office. He didn't know much about what had happened between Haven and Ivan, but he did know that they had been together once upon a time ago. Granted, his source was written by a very envious Dimitri, but from what he could gather, Haven had broken up with Ivan. Judging by her actions when he died, though, she seemed to care about him a lot.
From what Marian knew of Haven, he knew she wasn't the type to cry over just anyone's dead body.
He cringed when she mentioned how she refused to go back to Hell. That was something he could understand. He knew she was guilty of pride- Archer's journal had confirmed that. Considering that that meant she'd belong to Lucifer. . Well, that meant some horrible things for her.
"Understandable," Marian said, nodding. He understood far more than she would ever think he did.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 23, 2011 15:06:48 GMT -6
“Scheisse,” breathed Ivan when the door opened.
Ivan nearly panicked when he saw who had come into the room. He rubbed his invisible hands over his invisible eyes, but the same red hair was right in front of him. The same blue eyes stared straight through him. He was worried that she’d seen him until she began to speak like she hadn’t. He realized that she must have recognized the piano.
He had always thought he’d see her in one of the circles of hell, not alive and well standing in the middle of Marian’s office. Why was she speaking to Marian like they already knew each other? It dawned on Ivan that they must have already met. Why hadn’t Marian said anything?
He didn’t know what to do, so he simply made himself visible again, “H-haven?”
His hat had reappeared on his head and he nervously tugged down the brim. God, he hoped that he wasn’t hallucinating.
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Post by Magnus on Mar 23, 2011 15:16:35 GMT -6
Haven blinked a few times when she saw Ivan appear. Wasn't he supposed to be dead? What was he doing here, in the Library? How had he managed to get out of Hell? All these questions filled up Haven's mind, but she was unable to do anything but stand there with a dropped jaw like an imbecile for a few seconds.
She managed to regain her composure, or at least some of it, though. "Ivan?" she heard herself ask. "Wh-what are you doing here?" Her voice was shaky, shakier than before, but she hadn't seen Ivan in almost one hundred years, and the last time they had spoken hadn't exactly been the best conversation ever, to put it lightly.
Haven was glad that he was alright, though. He had to be alright, after all, if he was standing there. How had he managed to just randomly appear, though? He hadn't had that sort of magic while he was alive. Unless he wasn't human anymore. Hm.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 23, 2011 23:28:06 GMT -6
Apparently he wasn’t hallucinating. Ivan wasn’t sure ghosts could hallucinate anyway. He stepped forward and tried to touch Haven’s arm, but his hand went straight through. He stepped back with a nervous frown while fading a little, like he was blushing. He’d forgotten that he couldn’t touch anything. He returned to his normal visibility.
He almost forgot she asked a question, “Oh… I stuck around with my old piano…,” he said, “Only at night, then its back to the burner.”
He laughed nervously. He felt horribly sad that he couldn’t touch her, much less hug her like he wanted. He hadn’t anticipated feeling upset when he saw her, but he hadn’t really thought about it too much. He just thought it was a romantic’s fantasy.
“W-what are you doing here?” he ventured, “I… I thought it was so long ago… and… that you… might have…”
He hadn’t been around for Haven’s death, he’d died much sooner. If she would have still been alive now, she wouldn’t have been in her early twenties.
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Post by Magnus on Mar 23, 2011 23:34:52 GMT -6
Haven looked down and saw how his hand passed right through her. Just like a ghost. Oh. That explained a lot. She hadn't known about ghosts, though, and she wondered how Ivan had been able to become one. When she had died, she was stuck in Hell all day and night long.
"Back to the burner?" Haven asked, frowning and knitting her eyebrows together. From what she had experienced, Hell was cold. She didn't know much about it aside from the pride circle, though, but 'the burner' didn't exactly sound fun.
Haven took a deep breath. "When Dimitri died, Upstairs resurrected me. I don't know why- Apparently, they told Dimitri they'd let me live once he died if he did something for them," she explained, still irritated at the way Upstairs had used her. "So they put me in this body. I'd already reincarnated myself and spent 23 years in the body of someone else, sharing it with her soul, so they decided to put me in my 23-year-old body."
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Post by Soprano on Mar 23, 2011 23:43:22 GMT -6
Ivan nodded, “Purgatory, I mean. At least… I think it’s purgatory.”
He suddenly couldn’t remember if he’d been told if it was or not. It fit his definition of purgatory and they said he’d eventually be released. The natural assumption was that he was indeed in hell, but had done something to avoid a full-Hell experience. It wasn’t likely he knew what, either.
“When did you die?!” cried Ivan, suddenly a lot less stuttery than he had been.
He didn’t care so much about Dimitri Archer; the man hadn’t been very kind to Ivan or Haven while they were alive. He knew that Dimtri would have been pretty old when he died, as Haven said she was in her 23 year old body and she looked about that age. There was a lot of information to soak up.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you don’t have to talk about it,” he said, suddenly nervous again.
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Post by Magnus on Mar 23, 2011 23:53:05 GMT -6
Haven blinked when Ivan mentioned Purgatory. Purgatory, the place where they burned all of your sin away and then sent you to Heaven when it was done? Granted, if Ivan was any indication, they kept you in there for a very long time, but still, being purged of her sin for 90 years was far, far better than being in the pride circle for eternity. "How did you get in there?" she asked, trying to figure out if she could make it in. No, she had to make it in. She wasn't going back to Lucifer.
"I died in 1934," Haven said quietly. "It's been a while since then, and things have changed so much. ." Sharing a body with Selene for 22 years had helped, but still, it was strange to see things like cell phones and computers and all of that. She had a cell phone, and it wasn't hard to use, but how much technology had changed in such a short period of time!
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Post by Soprano on Mar 24, 2011 0:02:28 GMT -6
Ivan jumped a little when Haven asked him how he got there. His hat nearly came tumbling off of his head, but Ivan managed to quash it back down. He was afraid of that question; everyone wanted to know, he didn’t have the answer.
“I don’t know, I’m sorry,” he said, a bit disappointed.
The first time Marian had asked, he didn’t understand the question. He had a better grasp on why they wanted to know and what exactly they were looking for now. He wasn’t able to help either of them.
Ivan knitted his eyebrows together and frowned when Haven said when she had died, “That… that wasn’t too much longer after I…”
He paused and frowned. She wouldn’t have been very old, maybe her early to middle thirties at that point. She didn’t mention how, so Ivan figured she didn’t want to mention it. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but he felt like he was intruding.
“I’m sorry, I’ll go. I didn’t mean to interrupt your meeting,” Ivan said, starting to fade.
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Post by Magnus on Mar 24, 2011 0:09:48 GMT -6
"It's alright," Haven said, biting her lip and frowning. Great, just when she had decided to leave the largest library in the world, she had to find out that she could get into Purgatory as well. Oh well. She had to leave; staying here was just making her continue to be guilty of her sin. Haven had no idea what she was going to do after this, though. All she knew was that she had to leave.
Haven nodded when Ivan said it wasn't too long after him. He was correct, really. Haven could remember how Archer had gone and complained using his idiotic Darwinistic theories about everyone being sad over the people who had died. Haven had been sick of him and his idiotic opinions, and lashed out. Hmph. Maybe she should have blown up something behind him; that was something he deserved.
. . Thoughts like that were not going to get her into Purgatory, she realized quickly.
"You weren't interrupting!" Haven said quickly, glancing over at Marian, who didn't seem to be caring much about the conversation or Ivan's interruption of it.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 24, 2011 0:26:07 GMT -6
Ivan stopped fading, but looked considerably upset. He remembered very clearly how Haven had ended their relationship, he didn’t imagine she wanted anything much to do with him. She was asking a lot of questions about Purgatory. He really wanted to give her the answers, too, but not only felt useless because he didn’t know, but sad that she didn’t seem happy at all to see him. He supposed he shouldn’t have expected much, neither one of them expected to see the other.
“I don’t have the answers to your questions,” Ivan said sadly.
He realized what he had said was really cold. He chewed his lip a little bit and crossed his arms over his stomach. He didn’t know what else to say or do, but the parts of him that wanted to leave and to stay were terribly conflicted.
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