Two for One

"Two for one?" he said questioningly and then nodded with approval.

"Only for a limited time" the caped guy replied sardonically. 

"I understand,” replied the other, nodding his head.
"Why now?"

"Prison's running a bit short on workers - need to up the numbers fast ... they are just on the eighties, but we need then close to a hundred percent if we are gonna make the deadlines."

"Gotcha."
"You find 'em, I'll catch 'um."
They both laughed.
"Got the gear?"
"Waiting and ready for delivery."
"I'll message you as usual with their IDs."

And with that the two just vaporised out of the area. In this world, the minute someone exits the game they immediately disappear.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

The Bloke in a Purple Cape holding a Wand

Nervina could hear low whispers - the kind that was all a growl and a mutter – voices that were contaminated with conspiracy.

It was coming from two men who he had almost tripped over when making his way to the rise. As usual, they could not see him.

He decided that they looked as though they were up to something - a little more than the bang and blasting that was going down everywhere else on the terrain. Nervina sat down in the covered ditch to join them and listen in.

"Two for one" said the bloke in a purple cape holding a wand. He was dressed as a 'Land Lord’, which showed some authority in Phoenix, although his voice seemed coarse by comparison to his decorated self.

The other fellow was more plainly attired in army greens, and in his 'aura' shone many rewards that he had gained. He seemed younger than the first man, but his voice was quite frail.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

They must have been Mortal Children

The next thing he realized was that the ground did not feel firm at all beneath his feet. But this was just a feeling, he told himself. Where on earth was Nervina?

He heard a noise come from behind him and turned to see that it was a man in uniform running up fast towards where he stood.

He felt sick and then faint - this was not turning out to be a great day.

Just before the fellow had caught up to him, he heard the cracking sound of a shot firing and with that, an explosion - the man crumpled at his feet vaporising right before his eyes.

To his left Brogan could hear the sound of laughing.

"Yes!" a young voice had called out, whooping some more.

Brogan instinctively shot a glance to where the voice had come from, to see a glass window in one of the courtyard walls. Going up closer he saw two faces looking through from behind. They appeared to be only children.

His curiosity led him right up to that window and he peered through. Two boys, around the ages of eight and ten were staring back but did not seem to acknowledge his looking at them. Brogan was very used to not being seen these days and supposed that this was one of those times. They must have been mortal children who, like most of them, lacked the ghost vision to see him.

Both boys had chip packets on their laps, and were jumping up and down on what seemed to be a couch, showering crumbs, sitting in a living room with a TV running in the background.

He stood and watched them for a while. They seemed happy. One started wrestling the other; trying to grab hold of something from his hand ... it was a game controller.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series

Virtual Worlds & the Fey

The virtual world was entirely abstract to Puck and his kind. Interactions were nonsensical and incomprehensible to these reality-based beings.

For it is that they hold the vision to perceive things as they are, and meet with them according to the spirit within.

Although it is known that things are not always as they seem, their gift of perception esoterically can divine what something, or someone, is or isn't. In their eyes, appearance is life's artistry, and clothes the spirit within.

The ways in which the outer appearances can change and present differently, do not count as being important to the intrinsic reality at all. They expect variance, and read the unseen most naturally.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series