Another breath (or the equivalent) of laughter. Yes, he was serious. Yes, it is ridiculous, and he greatly enjoys that.
The jump is appreciated. Noah's flailing means an arm goes right through him, likely experiencing a brief chill to the bone, and that is very much not. The Host just stifles any sort of sound from escaping, though his response is, indeed, from slightly back (and, naturally, higher above) than before.
"I? Nothing more than what I'm doing to you. If you so wish to hear me say aloud...I swear, upon all my ethereal being, harm is hardly my objective. There is no falsehood in this: my desire is to show this old mansion off to new eyes, doubly so for such trusting mortal ones. If you choose to stay, we would be glad of it. If you do not, then you will be able to leave, the pair of you." His voice drops. "After we conclude this tour. If you find yourselves dallying, or wandering where you should not? The other spirits that call this place their home may try to trick you far worse than what I am allowing."
The Host pauses to give his grim words time to be fully appreciated.
"--But your friend should be in the ballroom, a few minutes up ahead. All of the swinging spooks there want to do nothing but enjoy the music and chat, and they seemed to be having quite the time of it conversing with him. I'm certain you'll have some fun if you try! Though perhaps, hmm..."
The Host slams the door at the end of the Library, only a few shelves away, wide open. A few notes of clumsy piano-playing float in through after the echo fades.
"You may wish to get a move on instead. They'll surely like you better--your startle reflexes are far more entertaining!"
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Date: 2018-12-19 07:30 am (UTC)The jump is appreciated. Noah's flailing means an arm goes right through him, likely experiencing a brief chill to the bone, and that is very much not. The Host just stifles any sort of sound from escaping, though his response is, indeed, from slightly back (and, naturally, higher above) than before.
"I? Nothing more than what I'm doing to you. If you so wish to hear me say aloud...I swear, upon all my ethereal being, harm is hardly my objective. There is no falsehood in this: my desire is to show this old mansion off to new eyes, doubly so for such trusting mortal ones. If you choose to stay, we would be glad of it. If you do not, then you will be able to leave, the pair of you." His voice drops. "After we conclude this tour. If you find yourselves dallying, or wandering where you should not? The other spirits that call this place their home may try to trick you far worse than what I am allowing."
The Host pauses to give his grim words time to be fully appreciated.
"--But your friend should be in the ballroom, a few minutes up ahead. All of the swinging spooks there want to do nothing but enjoy the music and chat, and they seemed to be having quite the time of it conversing with him. I'm certain you'll have some fun if you try! Though perhaps, hmm..."
The Host slams the door at the end of the Library, only a few shelves away, wide open. A few notes of clumsy piano-playing float in through after the echo fades.
"You may wish to get a move on instead. They'll surely like you better--your startle reflexes are far more entertaining!"