Scrooge tossed a wave over his shoulder. "Don't worry! I have a whole list of enemies to haunt first should that happen!"
He left the house, pleased as punch. Hopefully, he wouldn't need to use the oils on the noonwraith. Perhaps he could calm her wrath, help her move on.
He was still planning to charge an arm and a leg to the village, of course. Finding out the girl's sad story, he was debating charging two legs instead of just the one.
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Silver bullets and silver dagger coated in the oil from the De Spells? Check. The name of the poor girl in question? Check...though that question had been met with many a villager looking away as they demanded to know why he'd wanted to know. (In the end, it was a child that had told him the girl's actual name. He'd made sure to tip the little boy well for that, making sure that the child knew that he'd helped the "nice lady" go to a better place all while fervently wishing for that outcome.)
Now for the hard part.
He entered into the area, checking his pocket watch. Five minutes to spare. He'd already taken in the lay of the land on a previous visit. He hoped it wouldn't come to a fight. The poor lass had been through enough.
Each second was its own eternity. He reviewed and re-reviewed the information in his mind, focusing on where the girl was supposed to appear.
Right on schedule, the noonwraith manifested, drifting sorrowfully for a moment before opening her mouth.
"Marzia Biancardi!" he called to her, mentally crossing his fingers. If she was so far gone that she didn't recognize her own name --
The noonwraith paused, looking towards him. She hovered there, clearly surprised.
His heart leaped with hope. She still knew her name.
He smiled at her, placing a hand over his heart as he gave her a little bow. "Hello, lass. My name is Scrooge McDuck. I heard about what happened to you. It was a monstrous thing he did. He deserved what he got. And it's a damn shame his brother-in-law got away from you, but he'll get his sooner or later."
The noonwraith quietly wept in front of him, wringing her hands.
He extended his hand to her. "I know you're trapped here. You don't deserve this, but I can Send you on."
She drifted backwards, afraid.
"Oh, lassie, I doubt what's waiting for you is one of the bad ones," he soothed. "I've seen many a specter like you on and I've yet to run into one who didn't have a Paradise of some sort waiting for them.
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He left the house, pleased as punch. Hopefully, he wouldn't need to use the oils on the noonwraith. Perhaps he could calm her wrath, help her move on.
He was still planning to charge an arm and a leg to the village, of course. Finding out the girl's sad story, he was debating charging two legs instead of just the one.
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Silver bullets and silver dagger coated in the oil from the De Spells? Check. The name of the poor girl in question? Check...though that question had been met with many a villager looking away as they demanded to know why he'd wanted to know. (In the end, it was a child that had told him the girl's actual name. He'd made sure to tip the little boy well for that, making sure that the child knew that he'd helped the "nice lady" go to a better place all while fervently wishing for that outcome.)
Now for the hard part.
He entered into the area, checking his pocket watch. Five minutes to spare. He'd already taken in the lay of the land on a previous visit. He hoped it wouldn't come to a fight. The poor lass had been through enough.
Each second was its own eternity. He reviewed and re-reviewed the information in his mind, focusing on where the girl was supposed to appear.
Right on schedule, the noonwraith manifested, drifting sorrowfully for a moment before opening her mouth.
"Marzia Biancardi!" he called to her, mentally crossing his fingers. If she was so far gone that she didn't recognize her own name --
The noonwraith paused, looking towards him. She hovered there, clearly surprised.
His heart leaped with hope. She still knew her name.
He smiled at her, placing a hand over his heart as he gave her a little bow. "Hello, lass. My name is Scrooge McDuck. I heard about what happened to you. It was a monstrous thing he did. He deserved what he got. And it's a damn shame his brother-in-law got away from you, but he'll get his sooner or later."
The noonwraith quietly wept in front of him, wringing her hands.
He extended his hand to her. "I know you're trapped here. You don't deserve this, but I can Send you on."
She drifted backwards, afraid.
"Oh, lassie, I doubt what's waiting for you is one of the bad ones," he soothed. "I've seen many a specter like you on and I've yet to run into one who didn't have a Paradise of some sort waiting for them.
"But will you let me?"