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Post by RedLenai on Oct 9, 2016 5:02:44 GMT
Derek felt that he was going to get bored pretty soon, he let Fumi go to "The ladies boudoir". So he went to drink something, he saw Falken as well but he didn't care also there was plenty of people he didn't knew. After all, everyone is friend when you're drinking... at least it will be like that until someone breaks a bottle on your head. In the moment he got close to the table he took his ID from his pocket.
Hi, sweetheart. A Glass of your best Irish Whiskey would be fine, thanks - He said as he sat against the counter. He noticed the mood in that place, well, it was interesting at least... but just a bit - So.... Degiraz? I didn't thought you would like this kind of parties - The boy said as he waited for his drink. Maybe he could just have fun by a little while, being honest. Terminator could give him some interesting stuff, of course without getting involved into the Mercenary's way.
The young priest didn't listened to Gen's words as he was looking at Shin's face. "Join them? Not sarcasm or threat... Clear" - Oh, thanks you! And... your name is? - He tried knew at the same time he was attempting to holing out the sandwich on his mouth. He also saw Martha, and once he finished what he had on his moth he spoke again - Nice to meet you too - He said with a bright smile, and then he turned to Gen. It would be bad-mannered to don't respond to him - I don't think getting lose should be a good idea, Miss Neeve told us to don't do... "abrupt movements" on her house - He really didn't wanted to fight, after all he already knew he was going to loose most of his teeths and also have one than another broken bone, but he couldn't let Gen do that, It was his first time in a party! He really wanted to say an have fun!
He was going to eat another things as well until he noticed the most beautiful and cutest costume of all the night, his eyes were shinning he saw it, such soft and fluffy furr, cutie stuffed costume of an animal... a Lion! There was someone using a cute Lion costume without feeling embarrased about it! OH! And there was a Pikachu!!! So maybe he could wear that cute costume he brought without letting Derek know about it, but he also liked his Angel costume... He felt anxious again, so he eated a bit more, this time a chicken leg and then potato salad, he need strenght to ask both Lion and Pikachu to take a picture with him! "And submit it to your Instagram but don't speak about that"
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Post by Obscuris on Oct 11, 2016 2:52:23 GMT
Arlana raised her eyebrow when Smith handed her a card surrounded by mysterious words. “That’s the shadiest thing I ever heard” she said and a smile danced on her lips, a remnant of the burst of laughter after seeing Chase mixed with a mocking attitude. “This is isn’t just a ruse to take advantage of a young girl, right?” she chuckled, cracking a joke. Despite her words, the girl put the card on her pocket. She almost didn’t know Smith at all but after all that had happened on Siberia, Arlana guessed he couldn’t be that bad of a guy. And that would be a perfect opportunity to look for a Card. If something that happened in the Hidden World was as important to kept as secret, it was worth a shot.
The girl was in a great mood, compared to that very morning. Maybe his annoying little friends weren’t so wrong after all and she could end up having some fun that night. “You really just come here to look for “potential talent”?” she asked curiously “That seems like a… oh, for fuck sake” she muttered, without realizing how rude she sounded (living with Sun had its consequences.), when she spotted Sun and Cian’s chase getting out of hand Living with Sun had its consequences. “Gimmie a second, I’ll be right back”
Taking a few steps forwards and rubbing her hands, Arlana unsheathed her plastic sword and practiced a few swings in the air. She stepped in front of her friends’ path and with frightening precision, she batted Cian into Sun. “Stay still, you morons!” The magical creatures crashed midair like a couple of pool balls and plummeted to the ground. “God dammit, you look like a pair of kids” she muttered, grabbing both of his unconscious familiars and putting them on her pockets. She marched back towards Smith “Sorry about that! These two idiots can sometimes don’t get along very well” the girl felt a few stares on her back and couldn't help but to feel a bit stupid about that scene. "Where was I?"
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Post by Iris on Oct 11, 2016 13:12:54 GMT
“That’s incredible! Kyoto...Bounty hunter association? How neat! I've never heard of them. I guess it's not necessary where I work.” She enthused while she followed the poor, terrified man to the dance floor, allowing her words to ebb off as she noticed the strangely stiff way he was walking; for a moment, she thought that perhaps his outfit was uncomfortable. Yet even someone as dim as Eri could finally come to the conclusion that others had most likely reached before her by the look in his face when she finally took the time to look at it, now that he at least had her undivided attention for the moment. “Hey, are you okay?” A frown graced her face for just a moment and she halted the hand that had been about ready to meet his in dance. His face looked horribly red and his gaze didn’t really seem...focused. “Ahh, are you sick ?” Worriedly, Eri’s hand made a new target for his forehead, but luckily for Callis, it halted again as she heard Jenifer grab her attention. “He what!” Eri looked like a disappointed mother as she looked quite torn; did she tend to Callis or this problem first? Visibly looking back and forth, Eri let out a small sigh and excused herself from Callis with a small bow, calling behind her shoulder as she made her quick retreat to see what was causing such a fuss. “I’m very sorry Callis, I’ll come back in a bit, try and sit down if you’re not feeling well!"
"Hm, looks like they're having fun." Amai's smile was wide and delighted as she watched the awkward man and the beautiful hostess interact. Callis was pretty cute, if Eri didn't have any plans, maybe she'd try and tame the lion herself after playing around with Nicole...With her attention shifting back to her dancing partner that was nearly laying face down in the floor, she only cut back a snort of amusement as the frantic girl tried to rise back up; now that was adorable. "Here, darling, let me help.~" Amai's nimble fingers worked their ways between the other girl's and with a shameless pull of her hand around the other's waist, she brought her in tight. Being this close to Amai was like suffocating in a perfume aisle, except the perfume was the delightful smell and pheromone she emitted and her mere closeness was enough to entice mere mortals. With a smile like a cat seeing a mouse in a trap, Amai's fanged teeth shined beneath the low light, her eyes radiating a dastardly pink glow while faint whiffs of pink smoke dripped from between her teeth and words. "Just relax and let me lead, darling. You'll see it's easier if you just let me take control. Trust me.~" Her small chuckle after was quiet and deadly while she leaned in slowly towards Nicole's face, dropping her voice to a delicate, silken whisper. "You do trust me, right?"
Eri approached the source of the bar problem, unsurprisingly it was thanks to Chase, and with her hands balled up on her exposed hips, her bottom lip jutting out as she glared, or what Eri could even muster as a glare, Eri chided Chase immediately. “Why are you threatening my staff? I could kick you out for that you know! But instead, you can kindly direct yourself away from the bar. And...hey, stop picking fights!” Even as she was trying to solve the issue, tension and altercation seemed to follow this man like a magnet! She waved her decorated hands slightly between the two, stepping as far as she could in between with the bar stools in the way, chiding both of them with pointed glances. “That’s enough, I set my rules when you arrived here. I know you were a little late...Mr...I'm sorry, I don't know your name, but if you’d like to stay AND have your free drinks,” she pointed that towards Falken more than Chase, seeing as how he’d put himself in her metaphorical time out corner from the bar. “You’ll behave!” She crossed her arms afterwards and looked towards Jenifer, her expression back to its usual soft nature as she sighed lightly. “I’m sorry for that, Jenifer. I didn’t hire you to have to take any abuse, if you want to take a break after this, feel free to.” Pointing a finger back at Chase, Eri spoke to him again like a chiding parent. “Now try and control your temper, please!” Eri’s words suddenly got cut off by the loudest clap of thunder she’d ever heard. The sound boomed across the empty halls, echoing through every crevice, shaking the glass panes in windows. The sudden tickling along the back of her neck wasn’t simply just hair raising, it was warning. Eri looked visibly disturbed as she grasped at the bare skin beneath her hair, feeling the oncoming promise of an omen stronger than ever. “Um...” She mumbled distractedly, looking around at her remaining guests. There wasn’t anything she saw that was particularly promising of something bad, just a few people bickering over a table...there was the drama at the bar, but the dance floor seemed tame. She’d pursed her lips and been prepared to shake the feeling off, but then another clap of thunder resounded and she covered her ears. The forecasts hadn't promised any bad weather today! “I-I’m sorry everyone!” Eri apologized, not entirely knowing why while reaching into one of the pockets sewn on the side of her tail, flicking on her phone to see what the bizarre weather was about...but she had no signal. That was definitely odd, her phone was fine before. Like cold fingertips trickling their way across the back of her skin, Eri physically shivered while she grasped at her neck again, mumbling under her breath. What was going on?! “Good question.” She heard a faint, raspy whisper close to her earlobe, the sound so distant that she wondered if she'd hallucinated it. Turning her head to the source of the sound, Eri was met with the soft, white cloud of her breath and the temperature plummeting.
In the ballroom, situated in a far corner, a large grandfather’s clocks hands rose to the time 11:59 before halting all together. Clocks similarly around began to halt all together at the exact same time. Phones lost signal and the once warm rooms grew frighteningly cold.
Fumi was disappointed to say the least. These rooms, as many of them as they were...were practically empty. All they had was furniture and beds not even lined with blankets, just sheets! The dressers were empty, the closets were empty...there wasn’t a jewelry box or anything personal in sight. It was as if nobody even actually LIVED here.
Fumi, scoffing at the thought and slight realization that this woman had just purchased a house with enough furnishings for a party, was completely irritated. The food was nice, but she hadn’t come all the way out here for JUST food; what on earth was she supposed to steal in this dumb, rich girl’s house? Grumbling, Fumi had been rubbing her thumb across the dark red curtains in the current room she was inspecting, admiring the faint gold markings that shined on the surface. Her room did need some new curtains…
Behind the selfish, stealing girl, the sheets on the bed slowly began to shift and writhe, as if something were beneath them and slowly, Fumi began to notice the billowing of her breath in front of her. Beneath her bandages, she shivered, wondering who the hell turned the AC on...Shrugging slightly, Fumi dragged her fingers across the drapery and they disappeared where her hands touched, causing the hair beneath her bandages to come under slight strain. At least her house would have nice dressings!
Turning around with a smug expression, Fumi's eyes suddenly widened as she looked to the bed. There, beneath the sheets, was a small form that writhed and turned its head towards her; the features weren't entirely distinguishable besides the mouth that seemed to be filled with the sheet, as if it were sucking it in constantly.
Disbelief and then terror set in and she simply screamed.
Back in the ballroom, Eri's shivers only got more violent and the girl that had once been smiles and talk was instead gasping and choking on simple nothingness. It felt as if breath simply wouldn't enter her lungs right and her chest felt dreadfully cold. She was stumbling and gagging, grasping at her throat before her hands suddenly quit obeying her, similarly to the rest of her body. Somehow, she'd managed to stumble her way into the center of the dance-floor where she felt her back bend at a painful angle, the sheer sudden force and pain bringing tears to her horrified eyes. For just a moment, she could see the muddled and upside down versions of her guests and then, after a final painful tug on her body, Eri was met with a pleasant, sweet darkness that granted her immediate relief from her ordeal.
However, the ordeal for her guests had just begun. The strangely positioned Eri, with her arms held back and her back arched dangerously high, it was a wonder she was even holding her balance. Slowly, a loud exhale billowed out from the girl's mouth, yet the sound was foreign and unnerving; more like a pained groan, the sound rose louder and louder as she shifted upwards from her position with joints popping and limbs readjusting. Coming to a stop hunched forward, the groan abruptly ended and a deep, raspy voice exited the mouth that it didn't belong to. "H o w.... r u d e..." Plates, cutlery, furniture, and even carpets and curtains began to raise from their positions, faintly levitating with the spirit's timely arrival.
Eri's face that had been covered by the vicious snap back and forth of her body parted when she rose to stand slowly. Her once blue eyes were instead a dark, rusted gold that glowed faintly and her expression was one of irritation and disgust; the spirit looked around at the faces with its borrowed eyes and let out a snort. "W h a t...a r e you d o i n g...h e r e..." Slowly it turned Eri's head against her neck, coughing loudly, almost as if she hadn't drank in years. "These... b o d i e s. .. take some getting u s e d...to..." The joints in her fingers popped one by one while it got a feel for the form it was in; the biggest complaint being how heavy its chest felt. When you took on a vessel too quickly, it was no surprise that not only did it feel bizarre...but he also hadn't chosen a male counterpart.
With a gruff grunt, Eri fell back into a sitting position and simply hovered in the air. Her arms crossed, as did one leg over the other while she rose, speaking out in the spirit's voice once more. "Greetings, you rude partiers. It seems that tonight is not your night. For now, it's mine." While Eri spoke, Eri swirled her finger in the air and slowly the lights within the room began to flicker wildly while the temperature continued to drop, forcing even the hottest individuals to shiver. "It seems you don't know what you've gotten yourself into...but I'm kind enough that I'll tell you. For starters, this is MY home." The timing of the voice's anger, along with the shuddering thunder outside, seemed to signal that the two weren't entirely coincidental. "And you've gone and woken ME up." At the second phrase, the lights flickered and then immediately shut off, leaving behind a frightening darkness that was pierced by Eri's glowing, hateful gaze. "Normally, I'd just be irritated, but you also woke up a lot more...which makes me P I S S E D."
The entire house seemed to groan, accompanied by thunderclaps and viciously bright strikes of lightning that pierced an unnatural darkness clogging the windows. The rising spirit's anger made Eri only raise higher and she stood, her hands at her side as any items not entirely held onto the floor with great weight started to raise. "You come into my house, remodel my entire area, wake me up, and then wake the REST of the dead. I had a good thing going here. It was just me, myself, and I stuck in the plane of non-existing existence. But then Y O U all came along and went and woke THE REST up. Now normally, I'd be ready to just trap you all here for eternity..." As she spoke, Eri's eyes seemed to progressively lose their pupil and gave way to glowing whiteness. Giving a jerking tug of her finger in the air, a grandfather clock came spiraling through the air, stopping only when her palm met the face of the clock. Simply spinning it with minimal effort, Eri tapped her nail against the clock-face halted at 11:59 and sneered. "But here's the deal. Since I'm such a N I C E guy, I'm going to use you instead. Sound good? Good. Now here's the issue. I can't solve these guys' problems myself; you know how it works with the dead and their spirits?" She pushed away the clock and went back to sitting once more, looking more and more irritated as she explained with a voice that wasn't hers. "Spirits get stuck here because of something awful or horrible happening to them and need 'closure'. Need their wishes made, their reprimands given...whatever. I don't care about all that, what I want? P E A C E and Q U I E T." The voice shouted as if it were a part of the halls, echoing through every single surface. "But, now that everyone else here is awake...I don't have that, do I? A spirit can't help another spirit. We don't have the physical capabilities for it. But...you do."
"Hey...how fast...can you run?..." The face sucked into the sheet asked in its whispering voice, small and quiet. It seemed to struggle beneath the hold of the sheets, its arms trying to fight its way through, grabbing at the small, fluffy haired girl clinging to the wall while she shook her head in fear, letting out incomprehensible whimpers. No amount of Sci-Fi had prepared her for this; ghosts didn't exist, they were fake, they weren't real!! Yet here she was, nearly touching...SOMETHING. "How fast...how fast..." It repeated, over and over again and as it tried to grab, Fumi simply dispersed and took off running as fast as she could down the hall that was booming so loudly with the sound of... a voice?!
She could only see where she was going thanks to the lightning strikes from outside, but other than that...there was no light! She was lucky she spent most of her time in the dark, but even this dark was...too dark! Skidding down a turn, her lungs burning from the cold air she fiercely pushed in and out, Fumi made it to the banister above and was met by an equally horrifying sight. That girl...the hostess, she was floating?!
"It's as simple as this. You visit the rooms here, you find the ghosts, do what they ask and after you help them all get their stupid 'closure', I let you go. Simple, righhhhhh....tt..." The spirit's voice stuttered towards the end, cutting in and out, and suddenly Eri's neck turned dangerously to the side with an unnatural hiss leaving her lips. "Sssstop...fighting me...for two damn...seconds..." It grunted, trying to keep its control...but it seemed Eri had had enough of whatever was using her body. "Son of a...Hey don't say that in my body!! Stop fuc-What did I say!" The voice was spurting back and forth between Eri's and the spirits and with a low type of groan beginning to permeate her lips, Eri's head snapped back with a sharp cry leaving her lips and slowly, dark mist poured out from her mouth, ebbing and fading away.
With the sudden expulsion of smoke, Eri seemed to gasp viciously as if breathing for the first time during the entire encounter. The hovering objects immediately began to fall from wherever they were, the lights slowly flickered back to life and heat faintly began to ebb back into the room; the only remaining constants were the clock's stuck hands and the ominous darkness plastered against the windows. However, similarly to the object's, Eri was politely reacquainted with gravity once again and plummeted back into the ground.
Before her fall, the grandfather clock came down hard and thankfully, Amai sighed and felt the weight of her trident form in her right hand that abandoned Nicole's waist. With a swift and precise jab, Amai not only skewered the insides of the clock, but at least redirected its fall just a few inches further away, crashing and crushing the floor beneath it. "Hm. Pity.~" She spoke with disinterest before turning her head to Nicole with a charming glance. "Can't let my evening princess be smashed to pieces, can I? Can't say the same for our lovely hostess, however." Not even lifting a finger to help, Amai watched Eri's rag-doll like body fall to the ground with a thud, clicking her tongue and letting out a soft "ouch" at the sight...not that she really cared. The girl was pretty to look at awake or asleep...dead or alive.~
This can't be happening, it can't be happening!! Trapped...HERE? WITH GHOSTS? Fumi was trembling, holding to the banister when she caught a white flash in the corner of her eyes. All it took was one sideways glance, the faint spotting of a sheet dragging down the hall, and she leapt like there was no tomorrow.
Landing was no trouble, but trying to control her pounding heart was not as she planted into the table below with a flawless dismount. She wanted so badly to express to these people what was going on...but she literally had no words. All she could do was grasp at her head with a high pitched whine as she paced rapidly back and forth...what could they do?! They could just leave...right?!
Stunned by the realization, she laughed lightly to herself and just shook her head. Of course, they could just leave!! Dashing to the doorway, Fumi was quicker than she'd ever been on her feet and she opened the front door fiercely...only to be graced by a fog darker than night on the other side. It was nonstop shifting, so thick that she could barely see the sky above and the only thing that seemed capable of breaking its darkness was the vicious strikes of lightning that brought even more vicious thunder with it. Call it instinct, but Fumi felt like testing what was in there wasn't a good idea...
Slamming the door shut, Fumi crouched down in defeat, pressing her forehead against the door with a low whine...why did she make such shitty decisions when she was hungry?! Why didn't she just get cheap Chinese food!!
Eri was barely conscious when she hit the ground. Her limbs felt like putty and her lungs felt pained...not to mention she felt incredibly violated. It wasn't nice having your body forcibly shared and for such bad news too... Struggling to sit up, Eri felt her wrist ache in the movement and she simply flopped back down, panting loudly while her muddied gaze looked around. She couldn't really see anyone straight and her head felt so dizzy. "I'm...really sorry..." She weakly moaned, the only thing she could force out before her tired eyes fell back shut. The whole ordeal was too much for her and she didn't have the strength to utter anymore.
"Well...that's another pity." Spoken with disinterest, Amai regrettably broke away from Nicole and twisted one of her pigtails around her finger, pouting slightly at the thought of her lovely evening plans ruined. She had a really good shot to take someone home from here and Falken was already on the table...but she did like having plenty of options to pick from. "So...stupid ghosts. Should probably start looking then, hm? Big fancy places like this always have a few static rooms...so we've got what...basement, bedroom, kitchen...Libraries? Since our lovely little hostess is having a piss poor opportunity nap, I suppose it's up to us, for now, to break apart and find them. So..." Setting one hand on her exposed hip, the succubus smiled dangerously while her tail rapidly whipped from side to side. "Oh man, I've been dying to say this since I saw those stupid human TV shows; let's split up. I'll take two with me...well, one, I can't leave my princess all alone by herself.~"
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Post by Obscuris on Oct 11, 2016 19:40:10 GMT
When it struck, the thunder scared the crap out of Arlana, to put it bluntly. “Holy fucking bitchnuggets!” she screamed, her heart beating furiously on her chest. If she had been a cat, she would already be clinging for her dear life to the chandelier that hanged from the ceiling. Even after she gathered enough will to calm down, the thunder kept shouting in resounding echoes through the mansion’s halls, the floor trembled and the windows shivered. As Eri got possessed by the spirit, Arlana unconsciously reached to her pocket, looking for the decks of cards and her heart sank when she realized that she had left them at home. Who would ever think of bringing weapons to a party? Cursing herself silently, she watched awe at Eri internal struggle. But slowly, her fear was replaced with something else.
Arlana was still terribly inexperienced to the Hidden World. In the couple of times she had ended up getting sucked into one of its strange series of events, the Tarot Seeker had saw weird things and met even weirder people. And it was that inexperience what drove her mind to make a… peculiar connection, to say the least.
“It’s all a game” she thought as the possessed body of Eri sat in the middle of the air and explained what they had to do. Arlana stared at her with an insecure smile bloomed on her lips. In only one year in the Hidden World, she had seen a magical girl fighting giant shrimps in a dinner in the middle of Siberia, the wonders inside Gateway Academy, the titanic fight between Chase and the Avatar of the Primal roar (Although she felt like she saw maybe too much of Chase). Hell, even the formal guy standing beside her could pull guns out of thin air. With her blue eyes fixed on the Banshee, Arlana thought that a woman with telekinetic powers, a theatrical vein who wanted to have fun didn’t seem as crazy as the rest of the Hidden World. After all, why would Eri invite a lot of random people to a Halloween party in the middle of nowhere, inside a huge renovated mansion? And she did seem more than just happy to have them all there, Eri was a whirlwind of excitement.
Arlana could be practically giving classes of how to misunderstand situations, of course. But without Sun or Cian to show her how monumentally stupid she was, the girl didn’t even consider other possibilities. Her smile grew as confident as the childish spirit inside of her. So it was like an Easter egg hunt? Going around the house talking to this spirits so they could “rest”? Piece of cake. “Wow, she’s really good!” she whispered, leaning towards Smith as Eri fought the entity inside of her. The man seemed pretty smart, so he probably saw the same as her, right? “But I wonder how did she managed to do that smoke thing”
As soon as Eri plummeted to the ground, Arlana started looking around, moved the irresistible energy of a child. If that was a game, she was going to do her best! She walked away from Smith without a word. The girl didn’t have anything against him, but he didn’t seem like the type who would have fun with something like that, so she went looking for a new partner.
At first, she felt tempted to answer Amai’s call. But there was something about that busty woman that perturbed her and made her feel uneasy… and maybe not in a bad way. Without knowing how to confront those sensations, Arlana decided to leave the Succubus to someone else and turned her attention to the small girl, pressing her head against the wooden door in defeat. With a determined pace, the Tarot seeker walked towards Fumi and announced herself win a singsong voice “Hi! Are you all right?” placing her hand on Fumi’s puffy mane, Arlana made another of her brilliant assumptions “Oh! Are you sad because you can’t find someone to play with? Don’t worry, you can group up with me! I might not look like it, but I’m awesome in this things” she added, proudly patting her chest. Her tone was soft and cheerful, as if she was talking to a younger girl. Even though she was a couple of years younger than Fumi, Arlana couldn’t even think that someone so small and cute was older than here and thought the mute thief was just someone’s younger daughter. The Tarot Seeker held Fumi’s hand and her smile, wide and adventurous, revealed only good intentions.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 12, 2016 1:45:49 GMT
"Your clone who acts exactly like you!" Martha accused. She moved for more food before the host started acting weird. Ah, shit. Parties sucked. She backed towards the door as Eri spoke. "Cadence, Ash, we're going!" She bolted the last few feet only to smash into an immovable door. No amount of her prodigious strength opened it. "Oh come on, what the fuck is with this door!?" Martha yelled, putting her feet on either side of the entrance door to push with her full power.
"Thanks for not letting me get squished." Nicole didn't sound quite sure that just happened. She wasn't quite sure what just happened in general really. She had seen a few ghosts before. They were all over the Faded District, so she guessed it was like that. There was nothing they could do except avoid anywhere with the ghosts from before. "Party's over." She informed the nice-smelling woman. Oh well. She knew every way out of here and went for the closest, a window on the walls surrounding the dance floor.
Jenifer rolled her eyes at Derek. Cute accent or no, everybody was being a pain today. Sweetheart? It wasn't the 50s. "One Irish Whiskey coming up." She was grabbing the bottle when the glass on the shelf was shaken by the thunder. "Damn..." She looked for a window, but in her oversized head she couldn't see anything. She shrugged and poured the drink, wincing at the smell. Wait, not just that. Did the scotch pop a leak?
She set the whiskey on the counter and turned to sniff at the bottles to find this supposed cracked bottle. Instead, she picked up another scent, some sort of cologne. What was going on here? Suddenly, Eri started jerking unnaturally behind her. "Boss? Boss!" She spun to observe her boss eerily floating into the center of the dance floor, feeling urges to follow her and flee fight with the result she stayed completely still. When Eri fell and the smoke poured away, she stayed shuddering. She was a good employee, but this was not what she was paid for! Jenifer fought her quaking legs to jump out of the bar. "Somebody help Miss. Nevee! I'll... sniff out ghosts I guess." Still better than her last job. Ghosts didn't harass the person feeding them. She thought.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 12, 2016 7:52:51 GMT
Blankly watching the display going on with Eri, Cadence didn't both moving a muscle in reaction to these seemingly supernatural events. The coldness that ran through the room did make the plant doll tuck her arms into her sleeves slightly, as dolls are extremely prone to the cold, only to take them back out once the chill had passed. Once Eri's body crashed back onto the floor and the hostess fainted, Cadence lets out a small clap that do doubt seemed out of place given the scenario. "...nice scare..." Cadence remarked, raising her hands up in a v-formation, then setting her hands and pom poms back down.
After a few seconds of Eri not moving, Cadence looks over toward Rin and shakes her head slightly. "...I must check on this...excuse me..." Excusing herself, Cadence gets out of the comfortable chair and walks over to Eri, who seemed to be out cold. "...must have gone wrong..." The plant doll guessed, still thinking this is an elaborate scare, since it was Halloween. Cadence herself felt no fear in this situation...or much of anything, really. Ash, on the other hand, beamed at the opportunity presented and leaped up on top of a nearby empty table.
"CITIZENS! Your attention, please! Our party host has fallen, and can't get back up! We must split up into groups to face this menace! But do not worry, for I..." Ash whipped her cape into the air, letting it flutter down dramatically as Ash posed on top of the table. "The hero of justice, the noble shining hope...Heatwave, will face these spirits with the only type of spirit that matters..." Grinning, Ash pointed toward the basement. "The spirit...of JUSTICE! The strongest ghouls are likely in the basement, and that is where I shall face them!" Leaping off the table, Ash runs enthusiastically toward the basement door, grabbing the handle and attempting to swing it open to make her dramatic entrance.
Watching as her sister made her 'heroic' speech and Martha's attempt to open a door, Cadence grew a small bed of non-staining leafs under Eri's body and formed a small wooden wooden chair that wrapped a few branches in front of the banshee and around her arms and legs to keep her from falling out. Looks like Cadence had to rescue this girl again...or at least make sure the host didn't get stepped on in this chaos. Not talking to anyone, Cadence slowly began to walk toward down the hallway, trying to find the library. Wonder if they had fog machines set up to make this look even scarier, Cadence thought to herself, glancing back toward the knocked-out banshee strapped in the chair trailing behind her.
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 13, 2016 15:24:25 GMT
At first, Remilia thought the hostess was just pulling a tasteless prank. But the way she fell was too dangerous. She couldn't believe that was just part of the show. She rushed over to help, but she was a bit too far and she had to push through guests. Before she could reach Eri, a green-haired girl reached her and made a strange bed out of plants.
Since the hostess was taken care of, that left Remilia with time to ponder her fate. Why did she involve herself with the hidden world when it never ended pleasantly before? Well, if she was forced to interact with ghosts now anyway, she might as well do it with some company. She ran after Ash.
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Post by Kuma on Oct 14, 2016 4:06:06 GMT
As Eri left him standing a veritable cloud of steam seemed to be surging from Callis head, the Beast Knight was standing dazed and confused, barely able to register anything around him. -Eh...ehh.- He managed to utter for a second, trying to put his mind back on track, without much success. Moments later he passed out, falling flat on his back, like freshly cut tree.
-Tsk.- Gen moved away from them, picking some food into a plate and walked towards the other end of the room, sitting on a couch and working his way through all the food he gathered.
-I know I can riddle you with bullets any bloody time I want blondie.- Falken assured Chase as he downed the drink in a single chug, without any discomfort. -But when that happens you won’t see it coming, trust me.- The Infamous Mercenary turned around, ignoring Chase and hit the counter with his knuckles as he showed Jennifer his empty glass. As he finished to do this Eri arrived and chastised Chase, with Falken containing a chuckle behind his teeth. When the hostess asked for his name the Psycho Cyborg turned around with a winning smile and extended his card. -Degiraz, Falken Degiraz, mercenary and bodyguard at your service.- She then left and Falken took several more shots as time passed.
Rin didn’t even manage to make a single comment to Cadence, or introduce herself, when the whole supernatural event happened and killed any chances of the Youngest Shishioh of any kind of social interaction. Without hesitation she started to summon her ki, but as she scanned the area her eyes noticed Gen who was looking directly at her shaking his head with severity. He might not be able to use Ki, but he can guess from the demeanor if somebody is using it, at least somebody as green as Rin. The Novice Warrior surrounded the event reaching her brother.
-What do we do now Gen?- He took a moment to answer, as he was still eating. -Gen!- She insisted but he raised his finger to stop her as he kept gobbling down the last remaining pieces of delicious finger food he took from the table. -For now I think that the fuckin’ best plan is to stay low and check what the fuck is happenin’.- She looked at her brother a bit surprised for his calm on this situation. Rin turned away clutching her chin as she thought. -You may be right, we need to analyze the situation and…- She realized what was happening in an instant as Gen was busy grabbing more food from a nearby table.
-You just want to eat it... How I didn’t notice that.- Gen took a bite from a drumstick and sat besides Rin. -What can I say Rin, after ya’ve seen the shit I’ve a fuckin’ ghost ain’t scary.- He took another bite and with his mouth half-full he added. -I ain’t afraid of no fuckin’ ghost sis.-
The Infamous Mercenary saw the whole situation with little to no interest. But when Ash proposed to search for the ghosts and face them. Falken smiled as he realized that he didn’t test his latest toy in the field and without delay he joined to Ash’s party, carrying a leather strap with many spherical objects. The Tenkuji Anti-Spiritual Grenades would be quite handy when fighting ghosts. -Girls, I want to help.- He told the costumed Doll. -I’m pretty skilled with taking out the living, I bet that killing out the bloody deceased will be easier.- Falken smiled. -Most of the job is already done in advance.-
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Post by RedLenai on Oct 14, 2016 5:32:13 GMT
In the moment Thomas saw Eri floating he noticed that thing were getting really wrong... EXTREMELY WRONG! He ran towards her, looking at how a wooden chair was growing from nowhere... or maybe one of the guest was doing that, it doesn't matter. He step closer to Eri to see if she was alright. She was breathing, that was fine at least. By the moment she seemed to be unconscious, probably by the possession of the Ghost... So... They needed to help them to be "free"? Oh boy, that was going to be a long night but at least if it was related to work, he was more confident about it. Y-Your attention please! - The boy said with a shy, loud voice to make sure that everyone was listening to him. He felt a little envious when he noticed the ease with which Ash could speak, he wasn't sure to caught the attention of a lot of pleople - We must be calm about this situation, despite of all things, we heard our Hero when she spoke... We have to go in groups to help the ghosts to have their closure, be careful please. We do not know what kind of "requests", they are gonna ask us and at the same time we don't know if they are vengeful spirits... We have to show them respect and be nice to them - The priest said almost like a plea - Halloween is the day when the "Other world" and this one are more than connected... so we must be careful too... - He finished with his cheeks pure red. It was completely the same that Ash spoke... or, well similar. He ran towards Derek almost with a panic attack, he wasn't ready to make a speech... WHAT HE WAS DOING ANYWAY!!?!?!??! When he noticed, Derek was telling him to calm down for once or he was going to punch him right in the face... what a lovely brother. He saw what Derek was drinking... Apple juice? He needed to drink something, his throat was dry.
Don't even think about it - Derek said idly - What was that? I thought you were too shy to speak to the crowd! Well...I feel kinda proud of you, Thommy. Now I want you to have a girlfriend, can you do that too? - He joked, and his grin was even bigger when he saw frowning in discomfort.
Derek swallowed his drink and then stood up. It was time to put into practice what he learned watching Ghostbusters.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 15, 2016 5:20:37 GMT
Chase raises his eyebrows at Falken's comments in such a way to demonstrate how little he registers the man's threats. But before he could reply, the host got in-between them and told him to go somewhere else. And in response, he quietly leaves the bar as he doesn't care to cause a scene, at least with Smith looking at him. He eventually moves to a quite section of the room to sit down. Once he gets comfortable, he gradually places on the table a Louis XIII bottle. As he prepares to drink from the ancient bottle, the spirit show starts. Without needing to wait for physical signs, he already knew about the spiritual possession taking place. However, once again, he doesn't bother to help out as he didn't see a reason to step in. While Eri serves as the vessel for an upset soul, he proceeds to take a sip. After dealing with ghosts for decades, there is rarely anything new that would create genuine concern, or curiosity. Yet, his boss didn't see it that way.
During the whole ordeal, Smith manages to politely excuse himself from Arlana's company and hurries towards his bodyguard. With a single glance into his eyes, Chase knew he is wondering why the spirits are not simply being sucked into his black hole at his spiritual center. When he usually kills people, or they die close enough to him, those individuals have no time to learn control over their new spiritual existence, which makes it easy for him to suck their soul. But from what he can tell, the ghosts here had plenty of time to learn to control their spiritual bodies, and to avoid being pulled in by his black hole’s current and passive state. “Take care of this” commanded Smith , who doesn’t want to waste any time asking the question bugging him in the back of his mind, even though he already had a good idea what the answer is going to be.
“Take care of what? I’m here to make sure you are fine. I don’t need to worry about anyone else. Besides, I’m sure they are all capable of handing this situation.” Before Smith could reply back, Eri’s body drops towards the floor. He prepares to formulate a quick plan and action to soften her landing, but before he could get a chance he spots someone else handling it. He studies the room for a moment before turning back to his companion, “Follow me.” A few grumbles later and Pikachu gets up to accompany his employer. “Where are we going?” With a sly smile he replies, “I’m sure there is a library, or a study room."
As for the mummy eating at the table, he continues to chow down without stopping for a moment to inspect the potential danger of the supernatural. It wasn’t until Thomas starting moving that his eyes adjust to the situation around him. “WOW!” He studies the room with incredible interest and proceeds to jump from his chair and onto the table, while managing to rip his costume in a few places. “Alright, lets do this!” Without trying to group up with anyone, the hyperactive teenager rushes towards the second floor of the house as he chants for the ghosts to come to him. This time scanning the area with his Mizukara enhance eyes in order to pick up the spiritual aspects happening around him.
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Post by Iris on Oct 18, 2016 12:23:29 GMT
Just for future reference, here is the posting order as of this post! (Iris, Obscuris, HungryHunter, Vapovile, TimePuppy, Kuma, Red, and Waybig)
Fumi, as small and sniffling as she was, was very quick to narrow her gaze with a pointed pout as the red-haired girl from earlier appeared to have some...misconceptions on her age. She could only follow, blankly looking as Arlana even ushered her around like a kid lost in the mall, coming to with a snort while she wiggled her fingers free from Arlana’s. Fumi would have been more than happy to go “Hey, I’m not 12”, but so was the life of not being able to speak. Batting away the other girl’s hand, Fumi rubbed at her runny nose with the disposable tissue wrapped around her hands, looking to the separation of groups that was happening; Fumi was still ultimately terrified, but seeing everyone else take it so lightly...maybe she’d overreacted? The extremely busty blonde with a strange magnetism about her that Fumi couldn’t explain, seemed to give them some options to end this nightmare. They had to find the proper rooms? But where exactly would they find them...Suddenly, it hit Fumi like a brick. She’d already encountered a ghost in that bedroom!! The one beneath the sheets! Shivering at simply remembering the way the sheets had clung to the sunken in face, Fumi suddenly didn’t feel too confident about escaping. They’d certainly need more people if they wanted to win this encounter...but it was just her and the red-haired girl whose name she hadn’t caught. Fumi had been looking around, trying to spot people out of a group when her eyes laid back on the pompous blonde from earlier; she still had his hat! This offered her a bargaining chip… Fumi held up a single index finger towards Arlana, signaling to give her just a moment as she scampered away shortly after. Fumi didn’t much want to approach this guy again...but he wasn’t with anyone and she would like many more bodies with her to attempt the bedroom from earlier. It was a bit difficult to swallow her pride, but she approached Derek from the side and cleared her throat, taking off the hat she’d stolen and presenting it forward with an apologetic expression; it was all about the delivery if you wanted to ascertain a certain reaction in your favor. It was after this that she gestured with her hand for Arlana to follow her, feigning confidence despite shivering in her bandages; Fumi really didn’t want to go back to that room again...But she plowed forwards anyways, making her way up the stairs and back to the second floor she’d been on earlier before taking an escaping dive off the railings. If she could manage to get Derek to join, they’d have more numbers...but Fumi liked their odds of having even more and she faintly heard someone in the distance. It was with a disparaged sigh that she encountered the guy also dressed as a mummy seeming way too enthusiastic about ghost hunting. “That it is, darling.” Amai answered to Nicole’s statement. Seemed no one was quite willing to take her up on the request, and that did get under her skin a little… ”No matter. I’m sure we’ll find a way out. However…” Trailing off, Amai was still twirling her hair around her finger with a sinister smile as she looked at the man passed out on the floor. “We’ve just found a nice little way to wiggle our way into a group though.”Amai hummed and practically skipped to the incapacitated Callis, chuckling quietly as she knelt down. “Poor kitty, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.~” With a surprising amount of strength, and what looked to be minimal effort, Amai hoisted Callis in one arm, leaving his limbs to drag across the ground then walking towards the small group that was forming to lead their way to the library. Luckily he was head to toe in that cute lion outfit, Amai certainly wouldn’t have controlled her bare skin-to-skin with him. “Hi there, my cohort and I-” Amai lifted her arm just slightly with the limp Callis in her clutches, signaling she’d meant him as to avoid embarrassing herself if Nicole turned down her invitation. “-A re particularly frightened and you all look like some rather strong, beautiful people that I’d certainly prefer to be around.~”
The group that would make its way to the library would find their way there by heading towards the third floor, just above the main bedroom floor. The lights were flickering ominously as they made their way closer and closer, the temperature around dropping and causing each puff of breath to materialize in soft, white clouds. The large, vintage doors seemed freshly garnished and polished, but past these doors was a room no one could have anticipated. Like a trip into an Alice and Wonderland book, opening the door only sent them into the metaphorical Looking Glass and those who entered would find leaving not as easy, as the doors would suddenly slam shut behind them, the surface being slapped first by a few stray papers, then more, and more, and more! They piled up until the entrance was completely encased in paper after paper, the writings varying and inconsistent in language and genre. The room itself seemed to be built of impossible space. The ceilings stretched high and seemed warped at impossible angles. Bookcases scattered about, floating, flying, and stuck into the ground in no real order...aside from the two neatest on the ground, laying at the feet of another and another, resembling stairs that eventually broke from bookcases into simply books that floated endlessly high. All about the room seemed to be books and their papers spinning in a dizzying whirlwind, caught in the center of a heated debate that was causing the whirling dervish. At the center of this paper fueled mess were two ghosts. Their bodies were crooked and wrong, flattened in portions and their glasses seemed cracked or crushed entirely, yet somehow still hung to their ghostly noses. They were shouting at each other, a string of words that seemed to make no sense as they screamed over one another, looking like they were about ready to wring each others’ ruined necks until they stopped at the sight of the group. Instantly they seemed to zap forward, approaching the group as they began to rapidly speak over one another. “Finally, someone! This idiot here-” The ghost beside the one speaking immediately interrupted. “Idiot?! The only thing idiotic here is your stupid plant research!” The other ghost immediately turned on the other and their chaotic screaming began again before, in unison, they turned back to the group and spoke. “They stole my research and I need it back! Find my research!!” They looked at each other with pure wrath once again and immediately grappled to one another, their bodies a strange, blue mess of ethereal energy that spiraled led back into the center of the room, making standing book cases shake and drop their books. The bookcases from earlier that resembled a strange set of stairs began to shift in the whirling chaos that ensued, their formation turning in itself, making a large, bizarre spiral staircase that led towards the top of the impossible space, as if leading them. However the fighting of the spirits seemed to create a whirlwind of fierce air that took with it books, papers, pens, and other miscellaneous objects like chairs and tables, creating a deadly gale force that seemed to be impossible to penetrate through with means other than climbing the odd staircases. Amai, standing at the hidden doorway, was tearing apart page after page hiding the entrance, but for every page she tore, two more took over. “Hrm…” With a sigh of defeat, having not really tried at all, Amai simply dropped Callis like deadweight onto the floor, stretching her arms high above her head with a devious smile on her lips. “Well, seems it’s a treasure hunt for our freedom, ladies and gents.~” Two incapacitated, the boring but cute plant girl from earlier, and two guys that seemed so perfect that they almost bored her...they had quite a collaboration going on here.
For Ash’s group, as willing or unwilling as they were to follow her, they’d find themselves headed down a long, dark staircase that seemed to stretch much longer than it should have naturally. Once clean steps were slowly giving way to a strange creaking, each step seeming to have a growing wetness to it as they descended upon ever-growing, soggy stairs. The small bulbs that would line every few feet began to gradually grow darker and darker, eventually leaving the group with mostly their other senses to rely on. The air would feel muggy, the walls themselves were strangely wet and sticky, and the air had an overpowering aroma of soured grapes...for instead of a basement, they were lowering themselves into a wine cellar. At the finality of the steps, the group would see that the basement was much smaller than one would expect. The walls were high and lined with wine-holders; the bottles within them ranged from dusty and untouched, to opened and empty...or even outright dripping upon the ground. However, the true marvel of the wine cellar was the ghost. Sitting behind a bar, his body seemed far too fat and large to realistically belong anywhere behind the tight space. The rolls of his ghostly skin seemed red and wet, covered in what could only be wine, and his large stomach sat over the edge of the bar. He had in his thick hands two bottles each and he seemed a bit distracted as he poured one fully into his mouth, making a mess and barely catching the liquid at all, it was only when its contents had emptied that he looked towards the entrance and saw the small group. Immediately, he beamed. Beneath his curled and damp moustache, a bright set of teeth covered in the stains of dark red showed themselves and he immediately began to heartily laugh, patting his wet fingers against the bar that creaked under his weight. “Welcome, welcome friends! It seems I’ve got some new challengers!” As he jiggled around, his skin began...leaking? What could have been initially mistaken as just him being messy, was actually the constant drool of wine from many holes riddled into his body and as he looked to the group, the one in his head began to pour as well. “Well, don’t be shy, my friends! Come, have a drink with me, as a matter of fact...have several!! No, one hundred...one thousand!!” Despite the jovial nature of the ghost, the floor was growing slightly more wet and sticky as he drained his alcohol onto the floor, smiling all the while. “If you can out drink me...I’ll let you out!” At his words, the group, if turned around, would find that their initial entrance was now just another wine wall-rack with bottles slowly oozing their thick contents onto the ground that was slowly forming red-puddles at their feet.
For those who’d remained and hadn’t yet found their group, there was but one room left that Amai had mentioned after the ghost’s initial advice; the Kitchen. Unlike the other rooms, approaching this room brought only thick heat with it that could cause sweat to build on anyone’s brow. As if the entire hallway was in the heat of the kitchen. The elegant white doors swung open and within was a large, frightening man. His chef’s outfit seemed too tight for his swollen form and his angry gaze was rapidly moving around the kitchen, following his massive hands that flipped between pan after pan, pot after pot, moving at an inhuman pace; he only stopped to wipe at his ghostly brow and then, only once more to look with pure fury at whoever entered his domain. “I said no disturbances!!!” He roared, reaching behind his large back and grasping at something there...only to brandish a large, professional-grade chef’s knife, holding the handle and pointing the blade accusingly.
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Post by Obscuris on Oct 19, 2016 2:22:27 GMT
Watching Fumi’s back as she walked away, Arlana looked around the room. A couple of group were already forming up and leaving for the rooms and they hadn’t moved yet! She felt compelled to go with one of the larger groups, but the thought of leaving that poor crying kid alone broke her heart. Letting out a disheartened sigh, she reached to her pocket and pulled his unconscious magical companions out. The familiar feeling of warmness on when she grabbed Sun’s flaming tail climbed through her fingers and the girl smiled when she thought of how much she had freaked out the first time she had laid a finger on him. She let them hang upside down, grabbing both of them with the same hand. “Hey, dickheads!” She said, pocking both of them on the nose as she walked after Fumi. “Wake up!”
“Just five more minutes, mom…” mumbled Sun, groggy. Arlana shook them roughly until they were finally awake and looking confusedly around. “Blimey! That was one hell of a hit, innit?” Cian exclaimed “Did anybody catch plate?” Arlana cut him off quickly “Yeah yeah, we’ll have time for that later… listen” The girl made a quick recap of what had happened and the “game” they were playing. “That sounds lovely!” Cian was delighted “Who are we playing with then?” Arlana pointed to Fumi’s tiny figure as they got closer to her. Behind them Sun flew in circles, still dazed, and Arlana had to grab him by the tail to make him follow them.
“Hi!” Arlana said cheerfully as she approached Derek and Fumi, but then frowned “Are you this kid’s brother? You shouldn’t be letting her running around like that! She was crying when I got to her!” She scolded Derek, shaking a finger in front of his nose.
Meanwhile, Cian watch Fumi’s giant black mane in delight. With a jump worth of a Gold Medal, the mouse dove into Fumi’s hair and climbed to a lock that hanged over her eyes. “Hi there!” he said friendly, waving his tiny paw at the girl “Don’t worry, darling, we’ll be right here with you”
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 21, 2016 17:55:30 GMT
Martha ran back from the door to find her sisters. Unfortunately, both had been herded from the main room already. Martha just found herself alone, running from door to door to find them. She slowed when she felt the heat wafting from the kitchen. Dolls loved heat. They must be in there! Martha walked in, instantly smelling food. She quickly dipped her finger in a pot while the chef ghost was turned away, sucking on it while he yelled at them. What was with this asshole? At least his food was tasty.
She was followed shortly by Jenifer, who seemed to be going from terrified to entranced rapidly as she sniffed the air. Spices and brown sugar and perfectly cooked meat everywhere! One day she wanted to work in a kitchen like this, not the hellholes she was expected to clean every day. Maybe this was her ticket out of this ghost job? "Um, hello sir. I'm Jenifer Slate and I would like to work here for the remainder of the night." The others could hunt ghosts and she'd provide them with important nourishment.
Nicole stared around the crazy room they entered. She didn't even see a book before she came to the surface. Nicole wasn't much of a reader, and this amount of books was just unnatural to her. She made her awkward way towards the angry ghosts, the only thing she could grasp onto as making sense in this case. "Could you carry us up? I don't think making me climb stairs is in your best interest." She pulled her lips back in what might be mistaken for a smile if it wasn't showing the harsh teeth of a shark.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 23, 2016 0:44:02 GMT
Ash practically glided down the staircase, standing atop the handrail as she rapidly skated down toward the bottom of the stairwell. Once she reached the end, the loud doll leaped off the handrail and skated to a stop on the sticky, wet floor below. Posing as she landed, Ash grinned at the man before her, extending her right pointer finger at him. "Greetings, ghost man! I hereby accept your challenge, for I am Heatwave, the perfect hero! No challenge is too great for perfection, not even alcohol!" The hero beamed, grabbing two bottles off the shelf and ripping the corks out with brute strength. "Tell me when you wish to start! I'm sure my companions will want to participate as well!" Truthfully, Ash didn't care too much for the taste of alcohol...but it was seen as 'cool', so she must be cool as well!
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Watching as the two ghosts bickered with each other, Cadence could understand what they wanted; go up the stairs and find the research. Strange...they said they were studying plants...that could prove useful with her own plant-manipulation powers. Looking over at the loud 'thud' she heard, Cadence's mouth curled up slightly for just a second when she saw Callis's costume...before going back to a poker face seconds later. Setting Eri's chair down a few feet away from the beast knight, Cadence divides some of the plant material from Eri's chair to wrap around Callis, growing into a similar wooden chair for him to sit in beside the unconscious Eri. There were no restraints on either of them anymore, so if they happen to wake up, it would be easy to join the group again.
Dividing the chair once more, a small wooden couch grew out of the structure and toward Cadence, held a few inches off the ground by the vines. This couch looked much more comfortable than chairs Eri and Callis sat on; the to part was covered in hundreds of colorful flowers that didn't stain clothing, the bottom part was of an expensive-looking dark brown wood, and the structure appeared to provide a cousin when Cadence hopped onto it and laid down on top of the couch. The plant doll then reached into her dress and pulled out a small brown and gold pipe, striking a match against the floor and lighting the contents inside. A faint white smoke drifted out of the top as Cadence inhaled the contents from the other end, blowing out a white, sweet-smelling smoke. "...should be at the top..." Cadence remarked, the vines holding the couch extending to begin pulling Cadence up the stairs at a moderately fast pace, about as fast as a normal human could jog up.
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Post by TimePuppy on Oct 24, 2016 12:52:35 GMT
Remilia careful descended the stairs, following the wall with her hand until the cold stone turned wet and sticky. She cursed the fact she didn't bring a tissue with her and the fact that Lara Croft didn't exactly have enough cloth on her to wipe her hand on it.
Once they finally reached the bottom, they were met by a large mess of ghostly flesh soaked in wine. The uncanny ghost challenged them to a a drinking contest, but Remy shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I'm not old enough to drink." Ash on the other hand seemed all too happy to participate.
"How old are you exactly, Heatwave?"
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Post by Kuma on Oct 25, 2016 3:39:13 GMT
-Wait, we need proper music for this.- Falken spoke as he went down the stairs, with the low buzzing sound following his footsteps as a clear indication that he was opening one of the portals to his Hyper Space Arsenal. He took out his boombox and clicked it, starting to play the Ghostbusters Theme Song. But as soon as he heard the Ghost challenge he smiled, leaving the boombox one the floor as he tied the leather strap across his chest and sat down in front of the ghost. -You don’t know who you’re bloody challenging to a drinking contest mate.- The Infamous Mercenary was extremely confident of winning this, even if he had to deal with a ghost, as his nanites processed the alcohol into energy, burning it faster than it could affect him. -Start pouring you fat ectoplasmic fuck!-
Gen kept eating alone in the main room, while Rin moved towards the kitchen, rising her ki as a barrier to protect her from the heat. The Youngest Shishioh was a bit shocked when she saw the Chef waving around his kitchen knife. She wasn’t very well versed in the supernatural, but she had seen enough movies about ghosts to know that maybe he had unfinished business in the mortal world. So with all the respect she could muster through her fear. -Excuse us, we didn’t want to be rude and intrude in your kitchen.- She bowed. -I wonder if you need something or if you have any unsolved issues in this world you need to complete before passing to the next world.-
She only hoped this worked and that if it did nobody else fucked it over.
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Post by RedLenai on Oct 26, 2016 4:05:14 GMT
In the moment everybody disolved to different groups, both Thomas and Derek separated as well. The youngest boy went with the group of the Hero. Following them in silence, watching everything near him. Also, he felt better when the Ghost also showed to be inoffensive. Hearing Remilia as well, he felt better.
S-Sir... I can give you some company while you drink... des-despite I'm not a drinking person... -He felt nervous as he saw how both Ash and Falken were too confidant about everything also with the drinking. He sat in a chair not too far or close to the ghost, it was already hard with the weird smell and the texture of the floor. "Don't puke... don't puke... you saw dead bodies and who knows, but still you can't puke..."
When Thomas left, the prince saw his buddy running towards the other group meanwhile his wings were twitching, what a weird view. He also thought about the idea of the boy stretching the wings of his costume at the same time he tried to pass through a door, a bit funny. He got distracted of his bad-brother thoughts when Fumi approached him. The expression on her face, oh that was too adorable, but he didn't expect that. He was thinking that the girl was going to be far away from him and now she was in front of him... also giving back his hat! If Derek's pride were like fever, the thermometer would just exploded and who knows at what degrees. The sudden appareance of the girl caught him off guard, he felt a chill in the neck but thankfully he saw that Arlana was coming, that helped him to reorganize.
Problems in the house of the Addams's family? - he said with a lopsided grin as he put the hat in Fumi's head again gently. He really wanted to touch that hair but better gain the trust of the girl, right? Instead, he took a look to her face, he wasn't the smart person to see through the eyes of other people, that was something that Thomas was able to do, but not him. If someone told him what was going on with the girl he at least could be able the help... maybe.
He was going to ask the black-haired girl if she was alright but, Arlana spoke and just let out everything. Where did that matchstick came from? She was a friend of the other- no. He let the girl spoke, while she barked at him, he was really focused on his own nails... perfect as always of course. It was helpful despite of the annoying sound, but at least he discovered what was happening with the girl he was a bit... interested. When the girl finished he raised his head to look her right in the eyes.
Calm down, Merida. If you were a gun and your words bullet I think you almost killed the wrong person - He said with a calm, arrogant voice but he softened - She is not my sibling and I don't think she is that young. Don't worry, stupid mistakes happen when someone doesn't have enough information - He said as he glanced towards Fumi.
He didn't asked the mummy-girl anything, he just followed her. If you want something from someone must act the way they want, that was in his mind in that moment, so, probably the girl knew where to find their ghost. He also noticed both Sun and Cian, but he didn't payed so much attention to them, still, small creatures where cute in their own way... but he was a cat person.
If someone had told me we could bring pets here, I had brought my cat - He said more than himself than the two girls. However, that wasn't true at all... even if Gallerian was in his cat form, he would be annoying as well, being all overprotective with both Thomas and Derek. Angels were dicks!
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Post by waybig1010101 on Oct 26, 2016 5:23:42 GMT
Looking at the ghosts, Smith gives Chase a small gesture to inform him to deal with the ghosts as he proceeds to study the room. "Fine." complained Chase as he walks over to talk to the ghosts. Admittedly the young billionaire is both impressed and sad by the current state of the library. Being an avid and passionate book reader, seeing such a massive collection is essentially heaven on earth for the guy. At least it would be if it wasn't also witnessing the damages that the ghosts' conflict were causing the library, which is simply torture for him. With a frown on his face, he turns his attention quickly to the two unconscious members of their group. He couldn't help but worry about their well being, and so he decides to guard them until they wake up.
Not caring to deal with the ugly mermaid again, Chase tells her, "Allow me." Without much effort, he tosses Nicole towards the top of the old staircase in order to get her out of his way. "Listen...I don't really care who started this fight-" I don't even give a shit about this whole ordeal, he thought to himself, "-but you guys need to calm the fuck down." he told the phantoms. "Now, we might be able to resolve this a bit quicker if you can tell us everything, rather then just screaming little pieces of information at us."
Kicking one door after another upstairs, the young mummy continues to shout into each room, "HELLO GHOSTS!" When he couldn't see anything supernatural or interesting, he continues to move on to the next room. Eventually he spots a group of people upstairs with him and quickly rushes over to them. "Hey, does anyone know how to find ghosts?"
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Post by Iris on Oct 26, 2016 20:26:21 GMT
Fumi was extremely glad her back was facing her group, hiding the deadpan look of simply empty frustration on her face. Having given the mock apology to Derek, then dealt with that swelling attitude of his afterwards, all while having Arlana continue her assumptions on her age...Fumi felt dead inside, jokingly of course. The only saving grace for this group was that Fumi didn’t all to much mind the mouse inside of her hair, even if it could talk. She’d been seeing some crazy things her recent year and a singular, talking mouse wasn’t something too outrageous...and it was kinda cute. It was small and she could only imagine the softness Cian possessed, but there was a time and a place for admiring things and right now, Fumi had bigger concerns.
Shin’s initial loudness, which Fumi could hear from doorways down as he just kept kicking in the heavy wood, made her look towards the nearest wall with the deadpan look again. Was...this her group? How were they supposed to get anything done?! Gathering herself back up, Fumi’s false facade reappeared and she waved her hands slightly to try and gather their attention, but then the hard part came. How was she to communicate this with them?
Looking perplexed and biting at her lip in concentration, she assumed that they couldn’t speak sign language and instead tried to make smaller, easy to understand signs. Pointing down the hallway, Fumi then gestured to the left and then held a hand towards her group, gesturing for them to follow her; she was trying hard to signify the room’s location to her odd mish-mash of companions. If all else failed, she’d just lead them there!
The room looked just as similar as the others grouped in the hall, the only real difference being the extremely chilly air in front of the door. Fumi shuddered visibly, crossing her arms briefly for a moment to warm herself before stepping forward and touching the freezing handle. Slowly pushing the door open, Fumi peeked inside and went rigid, quietly closing the door much more swiftly than she’d opened it. Holding the handle tight with both her hands, Fumi made another loud sniff as if she were on the verge of crying; no way, there was no way what was in there was real, that was just ridiculous!!
As if having sensed there were people outside of the door, a single shape began to move through the door, strangely resembling a hand hidden beneath a large sheet. Fumi, paralyzed like she’d been in her earlier encounter with this particular ghost, could only rapidly shake her head with a loud whine as it approached her through the door. The shape moved ominously and she immediately closed her eyes, waiting to embrace a supernatural fate...however, the hand stopped and immediately dropped down, touching her hands holding the door handle with a quick announcement in an excited, childish tone. “TAG. YOU’RE IT!!”
Looking more surprised than anything, Fumi let her hands drop like dead-weights from the door that held no real barrier at all for the two ghosts that shifted through the solid material. Instead of the ghosts presented through the evening, this group’s ghosts were hilariously underwhelming in appearance. They were small, child-sized forms covered head to toe in sheets with eye-holes cut-out and the loud cacophony of giggles insinuated that they were indeed children beneath their ironic outfits. “Hey, you’re from earlier, you never answered my question!!” The ghost that had touched Fumi exclaimed loudly and looking to their friend, the two nodded and immediately took off in separate directions down the hallways; what had once been a few feet of hall with twists and turns now seemed to lead infinitely into both directions, their prior way in no longer being a way out. The small ghosts laughed and seemed to move at a ridiculous speed, bedroom doors flying open when they passed. “How fast can you run!! You have to tag us!!”
Watching Cadence already take off, Amai figured she’d take the other staircase to even it out. The rest of their group, either knocked out or attempting to question the whirling dervish of personal fury, didn’t seem like they could exactly make it. Yawning, a pink mist emanated from Amai’s back for only a second before her large, bat-like wings made an appearance, shredding apart the back accessory she’d worn and causing her to pout; now her outfit was ruined! “Well, it wouldn’t exactly look good when I starved to death either…” Pondering the thought for only a moment, her manicured nail tapping against her glossy bottom lip, Amai only smiled widely after and gave one massive flap of her wings that sent papers and books flying, aiming her way up the middle of the staircases at a horrendously fast pace; she’d just get there now and avoid having to deal with some pathetic sob story.
Amai had barely made it past the real first ‘turns’ in the spiral staircases when a small group of papers flew past her, making her quickly shift to avoid being hit by the mass of trash; initially she’d paid no mind. There were papers everywhere, of course there’d be some up here too...however, the frequency of these paper-filled groups became more frequent and Amai’s confusion turned into immediate irritation as they began to directly collide with her. At first, she could just peel off the paper...but the more headway she made, the more they crashed into her and soon, Amai’s wings were no longer carrying her anywhere! Screeching in fury as the paper-like hordes enveloped her, Amai soon found herself making a descent off the edge of the unreliable staircase, bundled up in a mass of papers that exploded at the bottom with a fuming and humiliated succubus at the epicenter. “My...HAIR!!” The only thing louder than Amai’s now frantic, self-absorbed bitching was that of the ghosts still yelling at each other in the center.
On Cadence’s end, she’d find things to not be so hindering. Having gone at a normal, human pace instead of somehow trying to cheat her way through like Amai had, the flocks of flying paper passed by like uninterested birds, off to peck at something else instead.
The ghosts in the center still bickered on a loud and hectic level. With the people from earlier addressing them, they’d made quick work of another bookcase before they even attempted to stop, only reappearing with their hands in each others’ faces, screaming accusations littered with hatred and cursing. “It’s simple, we already told you what to- Get your dirty, stupid hands out of my face!!” “STUPID? That’s hilarious coming from you, the queen of stupid research!!” “STUPID RESEARCH?!” They went off in another tangent, tearing apart books in their pathways and only continuing off where they left in their explanation as they lay on the floor, scuffling like children. “Get us our research back, they put it in their desk, I just know they did!!” “You don’t know ANYTHING, that’s why your research was so pathetic!” “Pathetic?!” “Yeah, pathetic!! Just like your dirty, dumb desk at the top of the stairs!” Again they were off, screeching at each other, but getting anything else out of them would prove futile. They were too busy destroying the library in an attempt to destroy each other instead, spouting out insult after insults.
Meanwhile, at the place where Eri, Callis, and Smith were, Eri slowly began to stir from the loud noise occurring. Like some sort of fever dream she was waking from, she felt flashes of a past she couldn’t recall directly having happened hitting her as she woke from her oddly induced slumber. “Ughh… My head…” Whining quietly, she slowly shifted from her limp and slumped position, holding her hand to her clammy forehead while slowly opening her eyes.
The introduction of the hellish and absolute messy landscape of the library was enough to make her forget of whatever she’d been dreaming of. Instead, Eri was aghast and stood up way too quickly, causing her head to spin and her legs, still asleep, to cave back in as she sat on the ground having missed her chair. “The...the library! What happened!! It’s...it’s nowhere near this big! What’s going on, it’s such a mess!” Eri cried out in horror at the mess she expected she’d have to clean up later...completely missing the fact that there were literal ghosts in the room.
“Work...in MY. KITCHEN?” In a heavy Irish accent, fueled with an even deeper rage than before, the chef ghost turned to look at Jenifer. “NOBODY. WORKS IN MY KITCHEN.” As if fueled by his fire, every burner in the large kitchen flared with bright, blue flame. Even pots and bowls not on the burner began to bubble as if being heated beneath the large man’s wrath. With a red face, he slammed the large knife from his back into the counter top and let out a gruff, angered noise, calming himself and stirring a number of the boiling pots back down to a simmer; all the while, he began angrily shouting to those in the kitchen at Rin’s questioning. “Unsolved issues? How about the disgusting appetite of humans! All they do is eat, they don’t taste!! Eating and eating, never fully tasting or appreciating the art!” Whipping around, handfuls of spice, the chef pinched his fingers together and made his way down a line of pots that began to stir themselves, all the while his face turned red while he began to boil with rage again. “No good taste!! My staff?! Exactly the same, no taste!! Watch them throw in cumin with disregard, watch them disregard thyme, I couldn’t have them work in my kitchen because of their total incompetence! And look what it got me!!”
His hands clear, the burly man turned to reveal the empty hole in his back, reaching over and grasping at the knife that had once been embedded in it. “Such stupidity, they couldn’t even clean right! They left a spill and I slipped!! Who just leaves the kitchen dirty?! This is your work space, show some respect!!” Twirling the knife in his hand, he went back to expertly dicing a plethora of ingredients laid out on the counter top, muttering illegible curses the whole time before peppering in the slice bits into the nearest boiling pot of whose contents weren’t really distinguishable. “You want to know what I want? I want to see the beauty of a dish cooked with what every dish deserves; the love and respect of the culinary art! I do it all the time, but I’m stuck here in a dimension with idiots who don’t taste and don’t even eat!! My genius is lost here!” This man’s emotions seemed more vast than his assortment of spices and he brought his apron up to his red and sweaty face, letting out a loud sniff for just a moment. “To see a dish so full of emotion and talent...that’s all I ever wanted.”
“Ahaha, I love the attitude of these ones!!” The amiable ghost laughed loudly, the sound boisterous while he slapped the wet counter in front of Falken. The ghost could always appreciate an enthusiastic challenger!! Glasses floated off the rack behind him and masses of bottles of all varying quantities, types, and sizes began to appear, pouring a plethora of drinks for his exciting guests. “By all means, let us drink, my friends!!!” However, unlike his guests, he drank straight from a golden bottle whose name was too faded on the label.
Having consumed the drink frighteningly fast, the holes in his body began to pour the golden liquid instead and he chuckled loudly, pointing his index finger apart from those wrapped around the bottle neck. “You know, when I was alive, I loved to drink! I came to the bar here every night, it was great! Ladies, lads, booze and cards...it was a great time! But I could never have anyone beat me in a drinking game.” He took a long swig and began pouring drinks again, regardless of if they’d finished theirs, all while smiling widely with pride. “I was the best damn boozehound this place had ever seen… but…” He seemed a bit saddened as he spoke, his large body sagging back while exuding liquor from the holes yet again. “There was a particularly fierce card game from what I could gather, I was a bit tipsy and couldn’t really tell...but next thing I knew, shots went firing from all directions! Then, when I woke up...I was here surrounded by all the booze I could ever handle!” His optimistic attitude came back and yet again he went to chugging, hiccuping at the end of his bottle and tossing it with a loud crash to the side while blindly grabbing another. “But that’s the problem...nothing’s ever enough! I miss the good thrill of intoxication, I want to drink and drink until I can’t hold anymore!!” His guests were in for a time with him, his desire to get drunk inhibited only by himself and the lack of a worthy challenger; he couldn’t get blasted if his opponent did before him! He just needed to drink just enough to top himself off over and over again, if he could just stay that wasted...maybe he could experience it once more.
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Post by Obscuris on Oct 30, 2016 4:19:08 GMT
Derek’s condescending tone slapped a frozen Arlana right on her face. As she tried to mumble something, Sun burst into laughter. The bird was chuckling so hard, his physical form trembled and expanded as if it was about to explode. “Lana!” he said, managing to speak between violent gasps for air “That burnt more than my flames and I’m the fricking Sun! HA HA!” As she recovered, Arlana’s face went from white to a furious red in a matter of seconds. Dammit! Why couldn’t she come up with good comebacks quickly? Getting shit on by Sun on a daily basis was one thing, but having to stand that sassy attitude from some random idiot was another. The palm of her hand began to itch when the overwhelming need to slap Derek in the face become too much to bare. “Listen now, you pr…” she grunted, her hand twitching with expectation. Luckily, Cian was there to save Derek’s girlish skin from a new bright red finger tattoo.
“Ehem” he cleared his throat, drawing Arlana’s attention “If you girls are done, I think this lovely girl is trying to tell us something” the mouse added, casually tapping on his mute and tiny steed´s head. Arlana turned towards Fumi and she seemed to brighten up. The tarot seeker kneeled to be at the thief’s height and payed close attention to what she was gesticulating about. With absolute seriousness, the red haired girl put a hand Fumi’s shoulder “Don’t worry! I get it! You wanna go to the bathroom, right?” she guessed and Sun exploded into another burst of laughter. It seemed that Derek’s comments on Fumi’s age had gone unnoticed by Arlana.
Cian rolled his eyes and had to take off his glasses to rub his eyes before sighing. “Excuse me, love. But it think she wants us to follow her” he patiently explained. “Ooooooooh” Arlana replied, hitting her open palm with her own fist “That makes waaaaaay more sense” she added, before she followed Fumi. “Hey, Goldilocks!” she called at Derek, her anger replaced by childish cheerfulness when she got her head back in the game “Are you coming or what? I’m gonna carry your ass to victory!”
“Jesus, its cold” Arlana said a while later, as the group walked to the door. “Hey Sun, don’t be a dick and warm us up” she added, rubbing her arms, completely unaware of the supernatural energy that provoked those goosebumps. Her flaming companion frowned as he circled around Derek’s head “Last we ended up in the middle of fricking Siberia and you are complaining about this?” he snorted. Arlana offered him her best offended stare and wrapped herself with her grey cloak. Aboard Fumi’s head, Cian grabbed a couple of the thief’s locks and did the same.
As Fumi opened the door, the magical mouse caught a glimpse of what was inside before the girl violently shut it. “Well, well… that’s interesting, indeed” he muttered, straightening his round spectacles. Sun and him, due to their ancient and magical nature, weren’t startled by the sudden appearance of the ghosts. Arlana, on the other hand, was a whole different story. The girl’s jaw dropped when the hand materialized through the wooden door, followed by the two ghostly children, and her surroundings shifted. “Whoa! That’s trippy! That Eri girl must have spent a fortune getting all this thing ready” she exclaimed amused, drumming her fingers on her lips. Cian took the chance and gently stroke poor and nervous Fumi’s head as the pair of playful kids flew through the distorted hallways “Don’t worry, darling. They are not real, they can’t hurt you.” He said soothingly and then turned his gaze to the rest of the group “Well, I believe we should take a moment to think about our course of act…”
“Screw that! We’re gonna lose if we stay here doing nothing!” Arlana shouted as she blasted behind one of the ghosts, a joyful laughter running behind her. Sun looked around puzzled and then sighed. “I’ll go with her, that idiot might trip and break her neck” he said, dispirited, as he flew behind his friend.
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