What a Ghost dreams (#03-1)

    Halloi (Helo), and Be welcome.

    This is a story by Sol Cajueiro, about the life and work of a Phenomenologist, but a different one. His special participation on the greater Events are unknown. His work is a wonder. His life, apparently common, is to show us that things are not randomic, and Chaos is not responsible for the changes alone, a man, a medic, a paranormal investigator, even if an uncommon one, with his own view off the heroe's path.

    This is Adventure #03 :: The Phenomenologist

    So, welcome reading.

    About the Music :: I do not intend any offence to anyone's right, and I do not really own the music I suggest my readers listen during the Story; the suggestion is in honour to the musicians who created those beautiful songs, and I explicitly want to thank you very much.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbIVpL1bPU8

    What a Ghost dreams (#03-1)

    Day 1

    He woke up. Bathed and dressed, to went down and talk to his pacient, a lone lunatic, with power enough in his blood to stay normal for the time necessary.

    - You'll be able to stay here. (he says). I'll let a camera here. Visits each two days. Good luck with your new life.

    The pacient, barely able to understand this all, only tried to smile, unsuccessfully.

    Twistan went to the clinic, to take notes on everything.

    His main computer's not on common space.

    Behind his labour office, there's a magic entrance to a construct. This is a parallel plane, artificial, one of his most precious secrets, absolutely hidden.

    He went to analyze the blood he collected at the bleeding house.

    The blood has more than 90% of equivalence with ejik blood, but it register 2% with fauk arborean blood. It means it's probably a generic blood. Doctor Hyddeg injected the blood into a rat. It becomes accelerated, his heart gone faster and faster, and he fainted. Some time later, the rat was up again, with no consequences of that injection of the generic blood.

    He got off his apotekary.

    While helping himself oaffee and sisco cream, he sees a house on sale down the valey.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6vf-3ufgto

    (The House down the Valey)

    When Dr. Twistan Hyddeg came to the house, he sees it was a very beautiful site. The house's beautiful and big, with gardens and a vine on the left which ends in the stones backyards, a little lake, 12 normeasures large, is oposed to the parking area, in which an armoured car is parked. The second floor looks like even more beautiful. An interspace, on the southwest, in which you can see the social hall and a balcony on the second floor, gives birth to a vision of the entire region, all with a granger in each hill, but the trees stop the vision from the other houses to this one, and one can only see it from the mountains up.

    Hill's Mouth is the name of this bewitching valey.

    The man is using social expensive clothes.

    - Helo, (says Dr. Hyddeg), I'm here to see the house.
    - Oh, helo. Please come in. Do you accept an oaffee, or water?
    - Oaffee, with sugar, please - says Twistan.
    - I'm Poe Wlavimergen - says him, shaking hands with the visitor.
    - Doctor Twistan Hyddeg. Nince to meet you.
    - Ohe, a Doctor. It's an imense pleasure. Come, I'll show you the house.
    - It's beautiful. Why are you selling it, by the way?
    - Ohe,... I'm a politician, and it has been an year of great changes in the Alliance, I mean, people are being moved, here and there. I'll have to go to Tanahta, to work directly with the Première.
    - It's a very beautiful house, indeed. What's that on the backyard?
    - Ruins - says Poe - From the mythic era. The house's new, compared with that, of course. It's five hundred years old, and I have all debts and taxes settled, and a reform was made five years ago.
    - The small lake, are there fishes in there?
    - Ohe, yes - the man says - You like fishing? And that are fruit trees, on the other end.

    On the back of the house, a small rock shows a door notched, cut on the wall. It has a doghouse, and a perfect place to take a nap with a awning and windows made of natural wood (expensive, as something only people with much credit would have on their house). There are two treehouses, on the right side of the stones, and the water source by their side, it's a true paradise.

    They went to see the basement.

    It obviously was a perfect place to grow fungus, dark and umid.

    When back the house, he looks the rocks from a window, the grey appearance of them, he can see the small lake and also, from the second floor, you can see if a car comes.

    "It must be the key", thinks the phenomenologist.

    There is still another floor up there, an attic, which is all covered with natural wood, and there's a huge number of pads and an expensive carpet hands on the interior, an old oaffee machine on the iron desk, and a medium size bed, with drawers below.

    - How much do you want for the house, sir?
    - Nine hundred thousand credits. It comes complete, with furniture.
    - Ohe,... a shame. I could only pay four thousand.
    - You see,... I'll have to leave to Tanahta in three days. If I don't sell the house, it will stay here. But, I'll probably not come here unless the Alliance calls me back.
    - Well, if you decide - says Twistan - I'll have the money in cash.
    - It's pretty temptative, Doctor, but I don't exactly needs the money. The house will still be on sale, if you decide to come. Do you have a card?
    - Of course. Here, take it. And call me, if you change your mind.
    - I will, so - says the man - Take care.
    - Thank you, you too.

    This way, Dr. Hyddeg got to his sedan and drives to the hospital up the mountains.

    (Back to the Hospital)

    He noded to the attender, smiled to a junior doctor, and went to his office.

    Back there, at the construct, he goes back to the rats.

    Now, Twistan injected the blood on a rat with cancer, and starts to analyze the traces. His abilities with blood give him much more information than a common doctor would have. Then, papers. He spent the rest of the day analyzing this relic he now possesses. A generic blood. It could give him the Healer's Prize, next year or so, but he doesn't need anyone to know his so deep understanding of that magic, no one needs to know, but himself.

    Day 1, by Night

    Doctor Hyddeg decides to search for blood on the Alliance.

    An hour or so of research gives him the information he already have, that a blood which acts both as animal and vegetal doesn't exist. Not, in official records.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1

    He so tries to serach for the noble owner of that house on the network, and,...

----- táaamp ----- Invation attempt: Blocked (the computer beeped).

    "Hhm,... He's a high employee, so,...", he thinks.

    The result of that search was to show Poe's family's older as the time of mythic era, and had worked for the Ejik Empire, and for the Alliance formed so after.

    It says he's a descentant of a mythic entity, "Tacke,...".

----- táaamp ----- Invation attempt: Blocked (repeats the computer).

    "Enough information", and he restarted the computer, erasing the data, and selecting the blood research as ghost data on his computer.

    Day 2

    After a few hours of sleep, Dr. Hyddeg woke and went to take breakfast, oaffee with bread and honey, while watching the news cast.

    Taika's stock market letters are down, and they produce equipments, so this is a bad time to buy anything for the hospital.

    Nothing new during this morning.

    So, he went to eat out in an expensive restaurant on Tol Rim downtown, by the side of The Old Museum and The Grand Hotel of Tol Rim. A place rich people go to eat. The very large avenue cuts downtown east west, and while the Museum stays at a square in middle, the large avenues surrounding it, the Hotel's by the northside and is the oldest hotel in town and, at the top of it, the High Restaurant awaits.

    Many people divide the streets down there, all busy.

    As Dr. Hyddeg has ordered his secretary to make a reservation, by the time he got there, a man was waiting to welcome him and take him to his table.

    Every famous people come here, and Twistan Hyddeg feels home, specially because he senses their blood asking for more, each time their most precious greedy wishes give him what he wants, and how to deal with each one of them, with time.

    This time, there was a different group in there.

    An important politician, a woman in red dress, was talking with what looks like a skeighta, about nineteen, and a child who was playing with the food. Both the skeighta and the child doesn't belong here. It's obvious. But no person at this place has Hyddeg's advantage, acquired when he put an end to his own family, in his first ritual in life, to get the power of blood. He got mad, it's certain. But he is, indeed, other than the healthy doctor he plays, because by that bloody ritual, he developed a second mind, which in secrecy plot, undetectable.

    His second mind notice a man going out of the bathrooms.

    He review his memory and sees the man had not "got in" those rooms, but then this all disappears from his common mind, and he watches the watcher.

    The man goes his table, but his attention's on that weird group's table.

    He get an strange clock off his pocket, and put back.

    Twistan reads the skeighta's lips, and he was asking "Where's the bathroom?", so he calmly stand up and head to that rooms, with the perfect notion this was dangerous.

    By the moment he gets in, he cast Detection, a very usual spell.

    There's something on one box, but it's locked. He gets a pot out off his jacket, and controls the gold to enter the engine and undo that magic sealing. It opens, and as he looks, it's a bomb. The bomb is marked to explode in about a minute, not time enough to get off the restaurant. He breathes calming his own mind, and plot.

    He gets off the box, controls the gold moving it to surround the vase, making the aport diagramation, and teleport it upwards two kilomeasures, with no sound because of the gold in the magic. With the other half of the gold, he circle every other vase in there, and ready to blow the up. When he senses the skeighta is coming, he explodes the vases and water came out from them, rapidly flooding the bathrooms, and so, he erase his first mind memory while he steps on the water, on the exact moment the skeghta comes in.

    - What the horde? - shout the skeighta, watching that everything.

    Dr. Hyddeg hits his head on the ground, and faints.

    But still, his second mind, in absolute silence, watches what happens around him. And everything goes the way it was really planned, in a moment of plot.

    The skeighta's a psychic, and his telepaty says the man there knows nothing.

    He's only at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

    So, a large "Booooooommm,..." happens up there, somewhere.

    - Holy mecenas! - shout the skeighta, and he gets the man off the bathrooms, and shouts security.

    - What happened? - ask the security guard, coming closer very fast.
    - I don't know, the vases all exploded. He slipped onto the water, hit his head's what happened.
    - Put him up this table, here. Calm down, alright - says the security man.

    - Right ohe, now,... (says the security), who're you?

    Almost immediately, the woman in red dress was there.

    - He's with me, Hohman - says her sweet voice.
    - Ohe, Senator, I'm sorry. This man slipped onto the water, at the bathrooms. Lohne, (he calls another man), go look the bathrooms. Get back to me. Yes, well, Senator, I,...
    - You don't need to apologize, Hohman. My invitee was on the right place, at the right time. He always do this, but I think I've listened to an explosion,...
    - That,... (the man's voice shakes, with her power), that was up in the sky, my lady.
    - I see, I see,... - she says.

    Meanwhile, Twistan senses the skeighta's mind investigating his own, first one, to find a very investigative and so common mind of a dangerous phenomenologist.

    He so listen to the skeighta's voice, in a low tone, talking with the Senator woman in red.

    - He's a phenomenologist. What do we do, now?
    - Nothing, (her voice was calm, now), better this way. Let us get back to our table, we're leaving. This place will be full of phenomenologists in one hour, believe me. We can't let them see The Avatar. Get back to our table, and say her we're leaving, in five minutes. I'll do the rest, here. Go.

    Her voice was low tone, too, but he listened to everything she says.

    Then, he waits, and waits, and sometime later, it happens.

    The Corporate Police came.

    While other were talking to the security, and some were designed to guide the Senator out, he senses a mind, another psychic, analyzing his clean phenomenologist common's mind. The man went no longer than that, and wait until talk with his superior.

    - 16D, we got a problem. The man's a phenomenologist doctor.
    - Ohe, shit,... - says 16D in low tone - Clean up the mess. Collect all energies. Make it fast, and let's get the case to the common police, ohe shit, as soon as we can, 32. This place's gonna get dirty with those mad rats in minutes, and now, let me do the dirty job. Go.

    The man's footsteps went in the direction of the bathrooms.

    Minutes later, the common police came, and together, the phenomenologists.

    - Oóohh,... - Twistan wakes, putting his hand over his head.
    - Don't move too much, sir - asks a doctor police - You've slipped at the bathrooms. But you're oke, not a scratch, you're lucky.
    - Helo, sir - says a dark man, in smoking - I'm the Security Chief. You don't have to pay. It's all our fault, and we beg your pardon.
    - Oóhhh,... it's,... it's oke, I'm fine.
    - Do you feel anything? - the doctor police asks.
    - No. I'm alright. Just want to go home.
    - You're free to go, sir - says the police doctor - Could you answer just one question? (he nodded). Have you seen anything, let's say, unusual, back at the bathrooms, sir?

    He stops, thinking.

    - No. Only water.
    - Thank you, sir, and be safe.

    The Security Chief guides him off the restaurant, and to a side elevator.

    Whe he gots down the street level, his motorist was in complete despair, but he almost shouted whe hes saw his doctor chief safe.

    - What happened, doctor?
    - Nothing - he enters the car, calmly - Just take me home, I'm tired.

    (Back at the Hospital)

    Dr. Twistan Hyddeg nod to his doctor surgeon by the entrance, wave his hand to the nurse by the corridor, and when he gets to his office, he stops to talk with his secretary, a very aerial but helpful white woman.

    - I'm tired, please cancel my apointments for today.
    - Yes, Doctor - says her soft voice.

    He gets into his office, and went to locate anything onto his clothes.

    "I knew it", thought him, and he finds a localizer on his shoes.

    Twistan didn't took it off. He went to his room, by a side wooden door, and prepare himself. With more confortable clothes, he sit the sofa and enters trance. He repasses step by step what happened, to keep that in mind, and to make certain he's low profile and he let the shoes and clothes by a chair just by the window. He doesn't know if that is also a listening machine.

    All was fresh, the skeighta's tattoo, the young girl Avatar, that's something he wants to be very very distant from, off of those typical and predictable heroe's path, a Senator dressed in red, and the weird clock the assassin man was using. Now, that's unusual. The target wasn't the woman, as the important politician, but the dirty skeighta. That means the assassin knows "he" is the important piece.

    He turns on the media to see what happened, doing meditation mind.

    And for his relief his name was not even news, and the phenomenologists have got a lost case again. "Good", he thinks, and call the second doctor in command, a very interested woman. She loves him. Well, in the sense of admiration, professionally, of course.

    - Doctor, I'm tired, and I'll take the rest of the day off. You're in command.
    - I'll do the best I can, Doctor Hyddeg - says she.
    - Don't disapoint me.
    - I won't, sir. Take a good rest.
    - Thank you, doctor.

    He then passes the rest of the day doing usual and common things. Took a bath, shaved, let himself on his bed, did nothing on the media, searching non important things, as travel guides and fiction, and when night came he went to sleep, very commonly.

    He's not used to sleep this early.

    Then, he manipulates his blood to sleep well.

    (A Dream, very Unwaited)

    Before going to sleep, Twistan search for "clock" and "legend", by the network.

    He sees uncountable images of a clock no one had really ever seen. The clock's related to the Artificers, a very important creature from the Mythology. It says they're able to manipulate reality itself, completely, and they're also part of a somewhat universal and intergallactic super mythology.

    "I'm not interested, but this is a very nice inside information, now. Tomorrow, it ends. Let's go sleep", he thinks, and then goes to sleep.

    He dreams with a group, the same group.

    Music :: http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=5SDMVjo7cO0

    There's a rakma monk with them, too, a very serious elder reptilian.

    - I want my localizer - says the skeighta.
    - Considere it lost, ejik - says the rakma, factually.
    - You don't understand. (the skeighta explains). He's a phenomenologist. Imagine the tracks of doom he'll make up, if he sees that localizer. You know there's a huge Event coming. Holy night,... We just can't let he make up things, and expose ourselves.
    - Now you got a point, ejik. Agreed, let's do it.

    Their ship comes, and fluctualing around the mountains, stops.

    Twistan sees they coming, and opening his window, taking the localyzer off his shoe, and closing the window, and that dream went away.

    Day 3

    By the morning, he looks up at his shoes.

    The localizer's not there.

    He got the shoes to the service to wash, through a hole on the wall, get ready and opens the door to his office to start a common day of work.

    Up his desk, there's a file, one of his pacients is in a very bad moment.

    "Hhm,... it's the one who sees things,... Better see it myself", he keep his thoughts to himself, and go the locked area of the hospital clinic.

    They put the pacient in straight jacket.

    Doctor Hyddeg enters the room, and start to manipulate his blood to get a higher index of Lucidity, with a strong Bloodmagic effect, before starting to speak.

    - What are you seeing? - he starts.
    - A lot of people is going die. I've seen - the pacient explains, his eyes moving uncontrollably.
    - What did you see?
    - The bird of metal,... tonight,... They're gonna see much blood. Much blood will be shed. Bloodshed's about to happen, this is - the pacient's voice's low tone, in fear.
    - Are you going to die?
    - No.
    - Am I going to die?
    - No.
    - Good.

    And so, he squeezes on a corner.

    Doctor Hyddeg gets off the room, and locked it.

    "A war's coming,...", his thought opens his mind, to get prepared.

    Twistan goes his office, and sit very calmly.

    "If this group's gonna cause so much death casualties,...", he starts thinking, "That's why the Artificers, knowing they're be in the centre of all that, was to eliminate them, in first place".

    He got up and turn on the oaffee pot, to warm up his mind.

    Got a cup of oaffee, and back his table.

    "The man with the clock,...", starting again to think about it, "He's a Dealer, the name people give them, as I've seen yesterday, in a type of a super mythology. The target was the skeighta. If they could see he was the target, so maybe they can predict the future. If they predict the future, or make it, they would know there were to be some intervention, and I was the intervention".

    Doctor Hyddeg drinks his oaffee, with a very calm expression on his face.

    "They don't know why I've interjected, because this I myself don't know. Seen the future, they'd know I was going, someone was going to interfere, so as no one knows who would do that, taking myself as example, they're interested in the abilities this person would have. That group cause severe death casualties doesn't bothers me, but the Artificers discovered me. And THIS is a very big problem".

    "I became a target, in this theory", his thoughts conclude.

    So, he looks through the window off his office, and this is a very beautiful day outside. He listen to a bird singing, and remembers to take care of his collection of dead bugs.

    Twistan opens another door, on his office, to see his collection of bugs.

    His office has an entrance door, all natural wooden, a hiden door behind the shelf to his construct, a lavatory door, and two doors on the right (from the entrance), which leads to his bedroom and to his collection of dead bugs and insects, his dearest hobby. The bedroom has two windows, but the bugs has none. It's a bringht day outside, and weather prediction says there will be a regular month now, with no long days, so the second sun have already passed his closer orbit, to come back only in one year or so.

    It's really springtime, now, late springtime, better saying.

    "The Artificers knew, probably, that "someone" would interfere, but not who. This way, they were interested in knowing "who" would interfere. I was the target. Someone with no record, low profile, and with the right mindset to perform any deeds. Why they're interested in me? If they know future, they'd knew I WAS going to get interest in them. Why?", he carefully inspect the stuffed larvae, while thinking.

    His first mind, a common one, was bewitched by the insects.

    "Artificers are ancient entities of power, what would they gain with ME? I deal with blood. Blood is power. And I'm neutral, the same as them. My only side is mine, so this generates interest from both sides in each other. We're both low profile. But no side really needs each other, so why I'd be interested in them?".

    Twistan finish inspecting bugs, and come back his office.

    "What is it they want to create? They do whatever they want WITH reality, and I do whatever I want WITHIN reality, so they need me to create something. With blood, of course. And they need this without any defect, for no other reason they'd look for me? This way, they need someone who can DO something. Something,... without taking sides, probably. It's a Being. A living being", he opened his agenda on the top of his desk.

    - Yes, sir? - says the desk.
    - Music, please. Something which inspire tranquility.

    And a soft song started, harp and flute.

    "Did they wanted to know about my abilities? Maybe not. All they know about me is that I have a wit for taking very fast decisions. Why do they want to create a living being? And ME to do it? Because they're neutral, and cannot interfere, that's what make sense", he thinks while listening to the music.

    Then, Twistán comes to a conclusion.

    "That was a test. And if that was a test, but even if I don't like people testing me, it's going to be another one, but,... this one,... I think will worth it".

    He goes to luch together with the employees, today.

    - I'm fine. It wasn't a big deal. And I don't remember it well. It looks like I steped the water and hit the ground. Nothing to worry about - Twistán says to the staff.

    Doctor Hyddeg also asked for the reports, from the medic officers.

    There are three doctors and seven nurses on the clinic. All people he investigated. Each one with the right mindset to take his orders.

    The nurse man who's sleeping at the bleeding house will send the report tomorrow.

    And by the nightfall, he receives a message.

    ~~ Good evening (it's the house owner). I'm going to travel tomorrow, moving to Tanahta, and I've not sold the house. If you don't buy the house, it's going to be empty,... (but Twistán interrupted, saying: I've said, I have not all the money you're asking for, only 400 thousand. It's the maximum I can offer) Erh,... I suppose we could own the house together. I'll talk to my lawyer. You have 400, and I'm asking for 900. I think it's fair this way. (Twistán: I couldn't help notice you work for the government, and I don't know if I'd be risking you come without any notice, so here's my offer. We become owners together, but you let me know if you're coming two months before you come to Akkoya). That's fair. (So, it's done. Where we can met, or I your lawyer?). Tomorrow my lawyer and broker will both call you to set the deal. I'm sorry I can't go. I work on the administrative area of the Alliance, so there came a sudden change in politics, and many people are moving without prior notice. Not only me. (Oke). Have a nice springtime, and take care. (You too). ~~

    Doctor Hyddeg sent a message to his accountant.

    ~~ I need 400 thousand. Meeting tomorrow. (Meeting time?). 09:00. (Oke).

    And a message to his lawyer, to come by 08:30 at the hospital.

    "I'm going to delay my theory", Twistán thinks, "It's all going to be as it is now, for a while. But that's good to have also a partner at Tanahta, that's really good for the business".

    (At the Bleeding House)

    Twistán went to see his pacient at the bleeding house.

    - You're going to sleep at the suite room - he says to the nurse man.
    - Yes, sir - he responds.
    - And all food will be paid by the hospital.
    - Thanks, sir.

    - And how are you? - he turns to the pacient.
    - I'm fine. I think I'm fine - his wide eyes almost jumping off the orbits.
    - I think that, too. Your family has bought you a very nice place - he looks through the walls, seeing not a lone drop was escaping the walls). Now, I have to go. I have a very busy day (he turns to the nurse).
    - Yes, sir. I'll take care.
    - No excesses, huh? - Twistán asks the pacient.

    The pacient merely smiles.

    His accountant and lawyer came, and the deal was discussed.

    He spends the rest of the day working.

    Day 4

    Doctor Hyddeg woke up in a beautiful day, birds singing, the bloom of the springtime. Everything's red and green, and both moons on the sky.

    Then, he got ready to sing the deal.

    So to buy the house.

    Far, but not exactly far away,...

    Your body is inteligence, you fortitude is for power. Diagnose perception is always awakened, unless he "turns" it off, concentrating. His social is spiritual. Move is imagination, but there are many places you must not go, so keep your mind off that kinda place.

    He knows whose his spirit is, that's not the problem.

    The problem are these prophetic dreams he keeps enjoying, like this one, with huge growing houses, alive, and ready to change the lives of those the living.

    Today, he dreams of a serial killer.

    (End of Session)

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