Karsh Kentu couldn't believe his eyes. Abilene had Rathe at her mercy. She was calmy sitting in a chair, reading, with her feet propped up on his back. Karsh Kentu rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.
Yup, he was definately there. And yes, he was complaining about it. Karsh decided to see what he could do to help.
The first thing Rathe noticed was a set of boots coming to a stop in front of his face, turning, and getting closer. Then the figure kneeled and an upside down face came into view.
"Hello. I see that you're in a bit of a bind." Karsh Kentu was smiling. Abilene smiled back. He looked Rathe over cursorily and decided that he wasn't in any real physical discomfort.
"What did you do or say that got you into this... way." Karsh was looking at Abilene wiggle her toes. He wasn't sure that ghosts were supposed to have toes. She sighed and looked even more relaxed. She waved, waved! Karsh waved back. Rathe was stubbornly silent, glaring.
"I see that you don't wish to speak of that, so I guess I'll ask if your sister knows you're here?" The look he got was venomous. He turned and was about to ask Abilene the same questions.
"He tried to stop my fun, so I told him he was going to be quiet. He followed me around after that making these funny moans till I got this book from the library. I sat down and somone has taken my footstool.." she sounded so sweet as she told the whole story of using her voice to make Rathe do outrageously silly things. Karsh felt her trying to use her voice on him. He shook his head and smiled his slightly amused smile.
"You know your voice doesn't work on me. Thanks for trying, though. Makes me feel honored that you'd want to try that. Let him go, he has some work to do. He's wanted over near the main hall." Abilene's lower lip pouted outward as he spoke. She slowly put the book down and wrung her hands.
"You spoil my fun. But I'm afraid that he can't go to the hall. You see, his sister is on her way here to.." Abilene's words were cut off as a feminine form made a perfect flying tackle on Karsh Kentu from an unknown direction. Rathe quit making his urgent grunts and shook his head. He'd tried to warn Karsh.. but the poor man didn't seem to be listening.
Two people bounced and rolled along the floor, taunting, pinching, shoving, and generally trying to do some small amount of harm all while making an unholy amount of racket that would wake the dead. And did.
"Do you two .. sorry, four. Mind? I was trying to study." said a tall ghost from the corner. He went back to his book with a curse and a mutter while saying something about 'old kings' and 'the insane running the show'....
Arselen and Karsh Kentu stopped throttling each other long enough to look at him and stick their tongues out at him. Then they went back to trying to apparently destroy one another in an as amusing way as possible. Arselen was spouting something about her ruined dress from a few days back. Karsh was muttering about being out of it for too long and being brought back to amuse the Queen. A voice broke through the din from another corner. A voice only one of the four had heard before.
"Children. Do I have to seperate you four? I'm disappointed in you, Karsh Kentu. I didn't wake you from your stone slumber to wrestle with women and be used as a target by ghosts." the Eternal himself was leaning on a wall and inspecting a dusty tome with infinite interest. Two rolling bodies came to a halt directly in front of him and looked up. Well, a good scrap ruined.
"Karsh, what is he speaking about, 'stone slumber'? What does he mean by 'bring you back'?" Arselen looked curious and apprehensive at the same time. Karsh looked pained. He would have rather not had to explain his rather odd and sudden appearance right now. He merely glared up at the Eternal.