navy fleet of the empty sheets [p - ita, yin, mei]

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    TI AMO.
    FOREVER.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px solid transparent; overflow: auto; width: 215px; height: 275px; height: 275px; width: 215px][justify]Holly felt her life was getting better, improving by the minute. She kind of had a title now, it wasn't a position, but it felt good to have a label. Besides the disowned sister, the ex lover, and of course, a murderer. She never did get caught for the murders, not once in her life. Luciano was too afraid, Feli never knew, and it haunted her. Nightmares, Luciano's blue eyes staring through the smoke, crying, weak, and all for what. The joy of her stupid demon.
    Her eyes closed, breathing in the warm humid air, the scent of flowers was strong. She often went here after a nightmare, it was very therapeutic. Reminded her of old Insignia. When she was a cheery little kit, Feli was always smiling and happy to hang out, Luciano had a funny amount of fear against her even though they ended up friends, and Lutz was always there, the one rock that never changed,
    Holly didn't even realize she was crying, but sniffling, she would whipe away the tears. Opening her bright green eyes and gazing at the grass and flowers. A smile creeped up, she would be okay.



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    FELICIANO

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 485px; height: 150px; overflow: auto;][justify]What was he still doing here? The spirit seemed to have found his way back to his home, a frown etched onto his features. He had been circling the territory over and over, his translucent figure pondering on what had lead him here. Offering a soft sigh and lifting a paw to head back to where his deceased body was, Feliciano would perk up at the sound of crying. Quietly making his way over, the feline would remain silent for a few moments. The Italian would stand in front of the female he didn't recognize, offering a small smile. "Are you alright?" He couldn't help but come over to comfort the other. She looked so..familiar. She didn't deserve to be sad either, no one did. [/fancypost]
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    Being dead was less fun than he had expected. He hadn't wanted to be a *ing ghost, for one thing. He'd been hoping for an afterlife or, failing that, the sweet embrace of nothingness. But instead it was like he was still alive but now translucent. He still felt pain and misery and sadness. It was awful. He'd tried to make the best of it, but now he couldn't even hold his plushies. This was his worst decision yet. Having been wandering around aimlessly, he'd found himself back in familiar territory eventually, and soon heard the sounds of crying. Mm, the two sides of himself were at war as he headed towards it. One side of him wanted to comfort whoever it was that was crying. The other side of him wanted to watch them suffer and maybe laugh at them for a while.


    Approaching, he couldn't help but feel there was something familiar about them. His confusion and uncertainty of what to do led to him not noticing the other spirit, his two personalities colliding and collaborating so that he asked in a very loud voice, "Is there something wrong with you? Oh, do you need help? Ha, I bet you need help. What a loser- oh, but I should help you. Would you like help?" He gave a bout of laughter, followed by a worried expression. Ah, his head really hurt. Why was everything so confusing now?



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    TI AMO.
    FOREVER.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px solid transparent; overflow: auto; width: 215px; height: 275px; height: 275px; width: 215px][justify]Holly let out a scream, birds flew above her and screeched back. She always had nightmares yes, but never when she was awake. She was going insane, hearing voices. Seeing her lost friends. The ebony girl hit the ground, her brows bunched together.
    "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, god kill me now." And repeat, until the words started to bleed together into her being a mumbling mess.
    Silence.
    Holly would glance up, seeing them again and this time just squeaking. "I'm okay but... You two." She glanced from the darker colored spirit to the lighter. This was God punishing her sins, she knew it. "You... You both... You both died!" Her voice was crackly, she was still crying but the tears fell silently. She hit herself with a paw,
    "Comeon Holly it's time to wake up." Or was this real, just like seeing her demon.


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    FELICIANO

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 485px; height: 150px; overflow: auto;][justify]The ghost glanced from his side to see Luciano, frowning. He hadn't seen his ex-boyfriend's death, only the body that lay next to his. Taking an offensive sniffle as the female spoke, Feli would cover his ears for a few moments. She sounded as if they were here to murder her or something. Narrowing his translucent orbs, the feline would find it hard to not tear up. "..Is there something wrong?..I'm Feliciano." He was confused, introducing himself as a way to show he was still friendly. Unable to smile, the Italian would dully look at the female with only his tone being upbeat. The domestic didn't really know what to do at the moment, he didn't comfort others.[/fancypost]
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    Died? He blinked, expression blank for a moment before he burst out laughing, telling her, "Oh yeah, I did die! Being a ghost is no fun. Hmph, maybe you'd like it though. Oh, but you wouldn't. Don't try it~" Moving his gaze to Feliciano, he offered a wide grin, trotting closer to stand by the other Italian. Ooh, it was like an Italian party. A party sounded fun right now. Aw, but he was too sad for a party. Or maybe it would cheer him up. Holy fuck did his translucent head hurt.


    Listening to Feli saying his name, he was silent for a moment before realising he should do the same. Ugh, he could hardly think straight. Focusing hard, he allowed one side of him to dominate. Ah, that made concentrating a lot easier. Smirking, he would now state in a far calmer tone, "I'm Luciano, by the way. I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet me."



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    TI AMO.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px solid transparent; overflow: auto; width: 215px; height: 275px; height: 275px; width: 215px][justify]The black cat just sat there for a minute, kind of dumbfounded. Clearly this wasn't a nightmare, if they felt the need to introduce themselves.
    "It's me." Her mouth stayed a bit agape, confused by the two ghostly males. After no response she decided to add more detail. "Holly. Your sister! And your best friend!" Ears laying back, she was now genuinely confused. Feliciano had forgotten her once, it broke her, her one friend of childhood that she had to remake. Luciano, he was a different story but, surely he remembered something... She tried to kill him. "Do neither of you remember me?" She didn't want to explain their last memories, death and torture. Maybe, older, memories.


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    FELICIANO

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 485px; height: 150px; overflow: auto;][justify]The feline offered an awkward gaze at the other. He had no idea who this 'Holly' was. He didn't really know who anyone else was. Just Luciano, but the memory seemed far away. Luciano was..his ex-lover. That was all he needed to know, anyways. "Mm I don't really know who you are. Sorry? It was nice to meet you, though. I guess." He offered a neutral gaze, tilting his head to the side. "If it helps, everything is pretty dim." The feline would shrug, not really interested in trying to find out what was wrong anymore. She just seemed crazy it seemed.[/fancypost]
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    Holly. Hoooo-llyyyyy. Sister. Hm. Ah, his head hurt again. It was like he was trying to remember something but couldn't. Wincing at the pain, he tried hard to concentrate and figure out who this Holly Sister was. No, Holly the sister. That was right. Ugh, he couldn't remember anything right. Honestly, he only remembered Feliciano and his own dramatic death. He also retained the ability to recite Romeo and Juliet. Thank goodness he hadn't lost that. Mm, actually, he couldn't remember all that much about Feliciano. All he was sure of was that the other Italian was perfect.


    Head pounding, he lifted a paw to place against it, at first for comfort against the pain. But as no memories came to him, he grew frustrated and tapped his head a few times with the paw. "U-ugh. Stop. Stop confusing me. Who- who is Holly- I can't- don't confuse me! Being confused... hurts!" He wasn't nearly as calm now, his eyes wide and his movements twitchy. Looking to Feliciano, he cried out helplessly, "Make her explain! I don't want- she's- make her stop confusing me!"



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: double 5px white; width: 470px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; color: black; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify;]Dead or alive? Did it all really matter? When you felt completely immortal as you would return from every single death but then you knew it was all so hopeless to escape. . .You just faded and blended only to finally decide and announce yourself as dead. It was hard. Roaming around and having a sense of longing of wanting it all to return to you but you just knew that it wasn't all that easy, wanting all your loved ones back and holding them close. . .But you couldn't hold things now. You were f*cking dead. You once had the liberty to feel things ; agony, compassion, and most importantly love. You had adored the sensation of it even if it brought you agony afterwards, it was all worth it. All so very much worth it. Those caressing touches and embraces, those kisses that drove you mad and made chills run down your spine. All so worth it. Whether it was lust or love. But you were once lustful just for those two things. You were actually afraid of being alone. Alone by yourself with no one by your side. Brother and mother dead only with a father unfound.


    What a pleasant life you had come to live. Occasionally smoking your cigarettes like they were going to be your last and drinking until you were wasted to your ass. Laughing like a complete idiot and never having anyone to tell you anything about it. You were immortal to all your clanmates but now that everything was much clearer. You were mortal all this time. God never gave you a second chance, you decided to come back at your own will. Your. Own. Will. You thought that it was no big deal dying but you noticed that every time you returned. . .Every time, you were number and close to the point of just breaking down but you just shoved those emotions away only to keep yourself nice and easy with your friends, keep them safe and happy. Don't f*ck up. Those words would always repeat in your mind every time you saw them together. . .You knew you were jealous. But you also knew that friendship was better than just some simple jealously that drove you insane.


    They kept moving down the stream like fallen flowers from a tree while you stayed there trying to make out of what was your life. Like a rock. Who was this? Why did this happen to you? How? When? Would it ever end. You are clueless. Restless. Wishing you could drink your problems away with the golden hued elixir which you identified as beer. . .Alcohol. How you craved it everyday as a restless roaming spirit. You wanted to drink until your stomach convulsed and rejected anymore to the point where you would vomit. But you couldn't. . .You couldn't even grab a bottle of whiskey or champagne or just beer cause of you being a spirit. Stupid forsaken curse. You'd find empty bottles and cigarettes unlit. . .You'd whine as the urge to smoke and drink always made you crave that lust of being completely wasted. It was easy since you weren't very tolerate of the stuff. You never were. But you were very tolerant to other things, it was obvious. Your own friends. The pain that you went through. The anger. But alcohol was never something you tolerated. Something you never took seriously. . .Just like your life. Your name is Lutz Beilschmidt. Roaming restless spirit.


    The translucent being was roaming the Noblelands restlessly then would grow tense as he heard voices. Voices. No, he shook his head starting to float in that direction only to spot two other spirits and. . .Holly? He perked up floating forward a bit eagerly but froze seeing that these two spirits were Luciano and Feliciano. He would stare "Nein." He said aloud unaware that he did and when he realized that, he would smack a paw over his ghostly mouth staring at all of them taking a few steps back trying to register this into his head. They were dead. Both of them. Wow. He swallowed remaining strong as he would keep quiet. No point in talking if he wasn't being spoken to.


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