Canon is Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

[missbehaves]

Really, now...what was it I'm to call you?  "Mun"

I'm quiet flattered.  Honest!  Though I do hope this won't be the extent of our relationship.  It has such potential. 

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[hiddenedges]

This one too hopes such will endure, but one wonders... what is a Mun?

[missbehaves]

[Hmm. Cute, if slightly...shall we say...uninformed.]

Have you ever heard of the expression, 'behind every good man is a good woman'?

Well, in my case, I suppose it would be the woman behind the woman.

[hiddenedges]

[ he would agree with the uninformed part but he really hasn't asked much besides fidget a lot. ]

No, it is not something this one has heard, one has not. Is it like an adviser?

[missbehaves]

You could say that.

[A knowing smirk twisted the corners of her lips upward.]

Though some might consider it a little more personal. Or intimate.

[hiddenedges]

Oro..? Like a guiding spirit?

[missbehaves]

Now don't tell me you believe in ghosts.

[hiddenedges]

This one does not believe in ghosts as such, one doesn't. However, I know that sometimes the past and spirits can be some what the same, they can.

[missbehaves]

[Interesting. She leaned forward, eyebrows raised.]

Is that so? Do tell me more.

[hiddenedges]

[ and he fiddles with the edge of his robes and looks at the ground as he thought about it for a moment. ]

Sometimes the past is strong inside one's head. It can be alive again in many ways, and one is sure that one is talking to the past, and to those in the past. That is, those from before can be like spirits in that they do not fade as one may hope so.

[missbehaves]

[There was a flicker of...something behind Phryne's eyes. There one moment, gone the next. A past that had remained alive in her thoughts for so long. One she had only recently been able to find the answers she had been looking for.]

Nostalgia's all well and good, but I happen to find the present infinitely more pleasant, don't you?

[Which wasn't to say she didn't still think about it. And other things.]

Besides, you can't really talk to the past. It already happened.

[hiddenedges]

Talk, no, but form what might be, yes. If one knew the person from the past enough, if one was intimate with them enough, then one would know how they would speak even if the questions asked were not brought up before them. One creates a replica of them from memories and knowing, and so one creates a ghost of this past person to haunt them now.

[ he just shrugs and finds a bit of string to pull on like it's the most fascinating thing in the whole wide world. ]

That is, what this one thinks is happening when one speaks to spirits.

[missbehaves]

[She let out a distinctive hmm at that, thoughtful at first. As if genuinely considering his points, the merits behind them, and what she could do about it.]

...perhaps I should think twice next time Aunt Prudence suggests a seance.

[hiddenedges]

Orooo... Seance?

[missbehaves]

Don't look at me. It wasn't my idea.

Last time.

[hiddenedges]

[ he just waves his hands, string knotted around the fingers of one hand, coloring at a mistake with his words.]

This one doesn't know what that is, I do not. Is it like asking a priest to speak to one's ancestors?

[missbehaves]

Is that what they do in there so often?

I would never have guessed. It's all Latin to me.

[hiddenedges]

One does wonder.

[ Latin was that language they talked in when they weren't talking in other tongues so he just shrugs, notices that he has string wrapped around his hand and tries to tug it off. ]

This one is sorry for ask so many questions, I am.

[missbehaves]

[There was also the fact that her idea of a priest was that of a Catholic. And she was a Protestant. The only things that weren't Latin were Greek to her. Metaphorically speaking.]

Never be sorry for asking questions, my dear. I'm certainly not. How else are we ever to learn anything in life?

[hiddenedges]

This one has been told that one tends to ask too many questions before one has has managed to understand the answer to the first.

[missbehaves]

Ah.

Well, do you?

[hiddenedges]

[ he laughs and shrugs a little, finally getting the string off his fingers and letting it fall where it would. ]

I wonder, that I do. This one's head is stubborn and some times it takes a while for it to understand.

[missbehaves]

I can relate.

[To the stubborn part, anyhow.]

Normally, this is the part where I'd suggest you give it a good talking to. But I also know that probably won't work.

[hiddenedges]

My Master would say that it's better to train it through some practice and then send this one to work on his footing. At least one would be too tired to ask more questions after.

[missbehaves]

Your master is a wise one, indeed.

Although, I'm a little surprised. I wouldn't have thought you the type. But then, I guess that goes to show how little first impressions sometimes mean.

[hiddenedges]

One would think that appearances are the most deceptive part of one, since it is easy enough to disguise the truth of one's self through a little bit of acting.

[ although he wasn't one to disguise who he was only what he could do - not that many people believed him to be what he was at first. ]

This one is only a simple wanderer, that I am. One only wishes to learn more of the world and see what all the world holds, that I do.

[missbehaves]

[True enough, although Phryne was never really one for disguises outside the line of duty. She preferred to remain true to exactly who she was.]

Not a bad outlook on life. Though wandering sounds a bit slow for my tastes. I prefer motoring.

[hiddenedges]

This one is not allowed to drive, I'm not. One nearly drove into a lake, one did when I tried.

[missbehaves]

And you're going to let a little incident like that put you off entirely? Practice makes perfect, you know.

Didn't your Master say something similar?

[hiddenedges]

[ a side glance and a snort of muffled laughter. ]

He did, but one doesn't wish to destroy another automobile that one does not own.

[missbehaves]

...huh.

[One could tell by the look on her face she hadn't considered that option. She'd simply assumed, being the driver, he'd already owned a motorcar already.]

That would be a problem, wouldn't it?

[hiddenedges]

It is, especially when one is being hit by the owner's purse, it is.

[missbehaves]

While driving?

My, you're a talented young man. Excellent multi-tasker.

[hiddenedges]

[ rubbing the back of his neck, he just sort of smiles and ducks his head. ]

This one was rude to borrow her car, but those following were too close behind, that they were.