Liliana really hadn't thought the vault would be haunted. Most hauntings in her experience (outside of Innistrad anyway) had other factors causing them - and the more outlandish the haunting, the higher the likelihood of it not being haunted.
So no one was as surprised as she when she spotted the little ghost girl sitting in an otherwise empty crypt. She looked to be about seven or eight. "Who are you?" she asked, surprised. "You're not Maryor Dorcas." Ignis was then treated to one half of a conversation. "You were here first? Was that why you moved all coffins around? No? You were trying to 'wake them up'? But why?...Ah, so you'd have someone to play with. But they wouldn't--yes, that's because they moved on, darling, they didn't leave ghosts to linger. Would you like to--no? You're scared? I--oh all right, all right, stop making such a fuss...Well, why are you staying here? You're not going to get any less lonely...You're anchored here? Well, find a new anchor then."
Ignis felt something chilly brush against his hand before Liliana responded with a sharp, "Absolutely not. He's mine....No, I'm certainly not going to stay and play with you. I have other things to do...don't you start throwing a tantrum, young lady, I can out-tantrum you easily. I've had far more experience throwing them...." She sighed, very dramatically. "If I summon you a ghost playmate, will you stop hugging me?"
With a roll of her eyes and a touch of the bone-chilling cold that accompanied her Planeswalking, Liliana summoned two spectral children. "There, the three of you introduce yourselves. Yes, yes--what did I say about the hugging?!"
Another aggrieved huff and an ostentatious dusting of her skirts - which, coincidentally, last long enough for the three children to decide that they didn't hate each other, as children sometimes did - and then Liliana slid her arm through Ignis'. "Let's go," she murmured to him. "While they're distracted arguing over who is going to be 'it.'"
Most ghosts couldn't be seen or heard by those without the skills to do so. But a soft, multivoiced giggle followed them up and out of the crypt and into the sunlight.
The Chase Vault
So no one was as surprised as she when she spotted the little ghost girl sitting in an otherwise empty crypt. She looked to be about seven or eight. "Who are you?" she asked, surprised. "You're not Mary or Dorcas." Ignis was then treated to one half of a conversation. "You were here first? Was that why you moved all coffins around? No? You were trying to 'wake them up'? But why?...Ah, so you'd have someone to play with. But they wouldn't--yes, that's because they moved on, darling, they didn't leave ghosts to linger. Would you like to--no? You're scared? I--oh all right, all right, stop making such a fuss...Well, why are you staying here? You're not going to get any less lonely...You're anchored here? Well, find a new anchor then."
Ignis felt something chilly brush against his hand before Liliana responded with a sharp, "Absolutely not. He's mine....No, I'm certainly not going to stay and play with you. I have other things to do...don't you start throwing a tantrum, young lady, I can out-tantrum you easily. I've had far more experience throwing them...." She sighed, very dramatically. "If I summon you a ghost playmate, will you stop hugging me?"
With a roll of her eyes and a touch of the bone-chilling cold that accompanied her Planeswalking, Liliana summoned two spectral children. "There, the three of you introduce yourselves. Yes, yes--what did I say about the hugging?!"
Another aggrieved huff and an ostentatious dusting of her skirts - which, coincidentally, last long enough for the three children to decide that they didn't hate each other, as children sometimes did - and then Liliana slid her arm through Ignis'. "Let's go," she murmured to him. "While they're distracted arguing over who is going to be 'it.'"
Most ghosts couldn't be seen or heard by those without the skills to do so. But a soft, multivoiced giggle followed them up and out of the crypt and into the sunlight.
[Ignis modded with permission!]