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8 mos ago
I'm on a quest to bring a locally used forgotten weapon back under the attention of people. How? I'll write a story about it.
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9 mos ago
Birch and grass can stop producing pollen now >_<
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11 mos ago
"Jou my dyn hân, jou my dyn hert, asto it doarst mei my. Hjir is myn hân, hjir is myn hert, 'k jou myn bestean oan dy"
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"Treason, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder."
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Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 2-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing. I'm older than what my username might suggest, but it's an alias I've used for quite some time and I like, so yeah XD

I started with writing Dutch stories in 2002, I was already 19 at that time. I joined a writing competition and that got me started. Soon I started to write down all the stories my over-active imagination came up with. I had my first forum rp experience in 2003 on a Dutch fantasy forum. While I continued to write, I stopped rp-ing when the particular rp and forum slowly died. In 2011 my love for rp's rekindled when I joined a site with a forum and I started to RP solely in English since that is the language of the site. This is also when I wrote my first story in English.

I've got a few 1x1 rp's going on this site and a couple more an another site. And I love the writing competitions here, I try to join them whenever I can.

I have a bachelor degree in nutrition and dietetics and I have worked as a dietitian / kitchen administrator in a nursing home until I decided to quit to become a full-time mother + writer.

When you come here to check if I'm online, know that even when I show as online I might not be able to respond to PM's or RP's. I open this site so that when I have time I can spend some time here, but I don't always end up with the time to do so.

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Benjamin felt his phone buzz in his pocket, but he couldn't take it and check the message instantly, he carried a tray with empty glasses and full bottles to a table who had ordered a second round of drinks. It wasn't after he brought the empty bottles and dirty glasses to the bar that he was able to check the message.

*Work* He texted back, followed by *hunting ghosts is fun, but I have to earn some money too*

He didn't have time to wait for a reply, he slid the phone back in his pocket and walked to a table where the people were not-so-subtly trying to get his attention. He smiled and asked if everything was okay and if he could get them anything, as they seemed to be done with their food.

As he listened to them, he thought about Elly. Why did she want to know where he was? He doubted it had anything to do with an unwilling soul to be collected. The people requested the bill and Benjamin promised to get it and took the empty plates with him.
The difference between ghosts and poltergeists was more clear now, that was something to remember. He looked at her curiously when she mentioned there was more to be known when she suddenly slapped him. He stepped back, frowning at her as he rubbed his cheek, but he nodded after the explanation.

"Yes, actually," he said after she asked if he had any more questions, "if a ghost can touch me, then I can touch a ghost, so theoretically I suppose I could fight it. I know I can't kill them, but what can I do when a ghosts attacks me?"
That was something he had never wondered about before, but after her explanation, that seemed like something he needed to know. Surely there had to be something he could do to defend himself, other than making sure the ghost wouldn't inflict any fatal injuries by covering and praying. Or something like that.

The realisation that he wasn't much of a fighter kicked in. He hadn't expected he'd need any skills in that department when agreeing to this.
Two more ghosts today, Benjamin made a mental note of that, but he wasn't even aware so many people had died in this area that two of them could remain behind as ghosts. Then again, it was a city with plenty of people living in it and with the possibility of sudden and unexpected deaths. He listened to the explanation about heaven, hell and judgement and found himself shrugging at the end. The family had already planted the idea her grandmother was in heaven, like so many people did when a loved one died, but he'd keep it in mind. He frowned at the mention that graveyards and haunted places were dangerous now.

"I have a question," he said, "why are those places dangerous now?" There had to be a reason behind it and he felt it was important to understand it. "The last time I was at a graveyard I didn't see any ghosts. None. And a haunted house seems like the best place to find a lost soul who can't move on." He frowned. "I always thought ghosts can't harm people, because if they can float through walls, they'll float through anything solid, like humans."

He never had claimed to know everything about ghosts, but because of his observations he had lost the fear for ghosts many people seemed to have.
As they left the bar Benjamin greeted his friends, mentioned he had something to do and put a black hat on his head. He listened to Elly as they walked and a hint of sadness showed in Benjamin's eyes when she mentioned a child of 10 had died and was now a ghost. That was sad, but it had happened and there was nothing left to do, aside from helping her find peace. "Yeah, okay. Got it," he said. "I'll do the best I can."

How was he supposed to talk a 10-year-old into moving on? That wasn't the easiest of first assignments, but he'd do the best he could.

He saw the girl sitting on a bench and he walked over. He sat down next to her and looked at the barber shop."Why are you sitting here?" he asked her.
Natalie didn't say anything.
"How long have you been sitting on this bench?"
The girl looked from left to right and then she looked at him. "Are you talking to me?" she whispered.
Benjamin smiled at her, at least he got her attention now. He moved a bit, putting his long legs in front of him. "I do. But why are you here?"
The ghost pointed to the shop. "Mommy works there," she said.
"Yes..." Benjamin looked at the barber shop and frowned, he wasn't sure how to do this, he had never done this before. He was basically just winging it. "Are you waiting for her?"
"Yes, without me she's lonely. She cries a lot."
That stung, Benjamin hadn't been prepared for this. There was a grieving mother in the picture, how could he convince the girl that mommy would be okay with her moving on? "Does she know you're here?" he decided to ask.
Natalie seemed to think about it for a moment, but then shook her head. "Mommy doesn't see me," she whispered, "not like you do. But... I can't just leave her."
"Don't you feel lonely sitting here, being invisible for everyone, unheard by everyone?" Benjamin saw how Natalie shrugged to that, so far she seemed far from convinced, so Benjamin decided to try something else. "Are all your grandparents still alive?"
The girl shook her head. "Grammy died last month."
"Where do you think Grammy is?"
"In Heaven, watching over us. That's what mommy said."
Benjamin nodded. "Maybe you could watch over your mother from there, with your grandmother. Then your grandmother won't have to sit there by herself and when your mother is ready she'll join you. How about that?"
There was still some doubt. "Won't mommy miss me?" Natalie asked.
Benjamin looked at the shop. "She already does," he said with a gentle tone in his voice. "You sitting on a bench won't change that. She has family and friends in this world who can take care of her physical needs, you can't do that." He looked at the girl. "She won't forget you if that's what you fear. You're her child, she loves you and and she'll always carry you with her in her heart. Please, move on to the next realm, wait for your mother there. With your grandmother there and other souls you won't be alone."
Natalie looked at the ground and nodded. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Benjamin."
"Benjamin..." Natalie looked at him. "Will you tell her I love her?"
Benjamin smiled and nodded. "I will, after you left." He looked around to see if Elly was around, it seemed Natalie was ready now.
I have a quick question before posting. Would you like to play the ghosts Benjamin talks with or do I play them myself?
Benjamin listened to the explanation, nodding occasionally to show he listened and understood what was being said. It all made sense. He smiled at the comparison to police officers, that certainly got the point across. He drank from his glass as he listened about the judgement, that was something he didn't know much about, but he did know what heaven and hell were, according to popular religion.

"Okay," Benjamin said with a shrug. "I'll help." He didn't need much convincing, helping spirits to move on? Why wouldn't he help this reaper with that? "Better yet," he continued, "I'd love to help. One time I saw a ghost who just went up and down a set of stairs without looking at anyone or anything. Liek she didn't even notice there were people there. One guy walked right through her and she didn't react at all. It was the saddest thing I had ever seen, but it was beyond my abilities to help her move on. It would be great if we can help spirits move on, absolutely. I'm in. When do we start? And how exactly do you want to do this?"

He looked at Elly and finished his drink. Coming here for a drink was the best decision ever, even though he got stabbed and nearly died. Assisting a reaper, helping the spirits of the dead, there was no doubt, he'd take this opportunity with both hands. He just hoped he was able to help, to live up to the expectations of the reaper.

Benjamin frowned at the girl when she called him either brave or stupid, why was that? Then she produced a giant scythe out of thin air and his muscles tensed up. He glanced around, but no-one seemed to even notice the weapons. Invisible? Like her? He looked at her again when she introduced herself. A reaper, so that's what she was. He had heard stories about the grim reaper, of course, but he had never seen one before.

He relaxed just a little when she seemed pleased with him, he had been true to himself and she appreciated that. That was good. He moved to take a sip from his drink when her question came. "You can call me Benjamin," he said, since she had introduced herself, she might as well know his name too. And it would certainly be better than being called 'human'.

"As for your question," he continued, "when someone dies, their soul goes to the afterlife," he said, looking at his glass. "If nothing keeps them here of course. Like unfinished business or just not knowing how to move on."
Promising? Benjamin looked at her as he slowly drank from his glass. What was promising about him being able to see the invisible? He had been surprised about being able talk with her like this, but that disappeared after her explanation. So that healing what she had done had enhanced his skill somehow. That was pretty cool, he had always thought it was a shame he could't properly talk with the ghosts.

He didn't like that smirk that followed, nor did he like the phrases 'you owe me' and 'you work for me'. Yes, she had saved his life and he was grateful for that, but wasn't that her choice? How could she decide to do something and indebt for it him at the same time?
"Look," he said to her, "I am grateful for what you did and if you need help with something that I can do, I'd love to help. But the only thing I truly owe you is my gratitude. Which you have. I don't have to work for you just because you decided you didn't want me to die."

He drank from his pint, but looked at the girl on the other side of the table, he'd admit he was curious as to what she had in mind for him, but he rejected the idea of working for someone to pay off some kind of debt, especially if he didn't know what kind of work it would be. So he'd allow her to explain before walking away.
Benjamin looked at the girl as she told him what she wanted to drink and he watched her leave. After seeing where she was going he turned to the bartender and requested the scotch on the rocks and a blonde ale. Her tone of voice was more demanding than requesting, but since he wanted to talk with her, he decided he might as well just get her a drink. After receiving the drinks he walked to the girl and placed her scotch in front of her.

His butt barely touched the chair when she already fired questions at him. He was fairly sure she didn't mean dead bodies or inanimate objects when she talked about 'dead things', but that wasn't how he would describe them. "I know others can't see you," he began his answer. "I'm actually surprised I can hear you, but you're not the first person no-one else can see that I can see." He lifted the pint from the table and took a sip. As he did, he looked at her. "I've seen ghosts before if that's what you're getting at."

Of course he had questions too, but he'd wait for the right moment. He still needed to figure out who she was and what those orbs were. It wasn't just her he had seen holding one, he was certain he had seen a man holding one as well. Which of course no-one else had seen.
It's good you're keeping busy with that :) I know how it is to be busy, so don't worry about it. Post when you can and I'll do the same thing. I know I can't post every day and sometimes there's even more days between posts, so I don't expect my partners to reply instantly.
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