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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 31, 2016 4:28:25 GMT
Jenifer's eyes lit up when she knew the challenge. She was made for this. "Sir, I will cook a meal like you've never seen with the passion of my heart! Find me chives and all the cheeses in here! Any garlic? Where's the dough?" Jenifer began scrambling around the kitchen for supplies, sniffing everywhere. This was the best job ever. Martha bolted around the room in a whirlwind of motion. She gathered a whole cluster a cheeses, nibbling on whichever smelled appetizing. "Stop eating those, I need them." Jenifer chilled the air around her and Martha leaped away like she was bitten. "Thanks for helping Martha..." The doll grumbled.
Nicole nearly broke out in tears when she realized the challenge. Climb... all the way up there? She absentmindedly chomped down on Chase's limbs until she was released. She looked down at her clumsy feet and up at the unseen goal. She could barely walk. But... she felt like she could do this. She was a princess! She was royalty! Feared for her fangs across Gateway! Fastest swimmer too! She saved lives! She could handle some puny stairs! Nicole jumped for the steps.
Nicole fell on her face.
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Post by Vapovile on Nov 1, 2016 10:38:33 GMT
Smirking widely at Remelia when she asked her question, Ash proudly raised a bottle that had floated into the air and stood confidently. "I am the perfect age, that's how old I am!" Ash declared. In reality, doll ages were hard to pin down; they inherited certain traits from Marika that made them more mature...but if their "age" was when they were born, the hate dolls were only about 2 years old. Outwardly, Ash looked around 17 years old...not that she cared about any of those technicalities when there was a challenge to face!
Taking a large drink from the bottle, Ash looked confidently at the ghost. "You better be prepared to get intoxicated, then...for the herotic Heatwave can never lose! Ghosts, vampires, evil businessmen...none can stand in my way!" The loud doll boasted, taking another large drink from the bottle. She gave a thumbs-up to Falken, who also seemed to be confidently taking this challenge on. Unfortunately...Ash had no idea what the word 'limits' even means.
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Cadence watched the scene with Amai and the books with a small amount of interest, leaning over to see the succubus topple back down where she came from. "...harsh..." The plant doll commented, not really caring what happened to the annoying woman. Luckily, the two ghosts at the bottom were shouting loud enough to where Cadence could hear exactly where the research was; at the top of the staircase...like she predicted. The sound of Nicole slamming into the ground made Cadence sigh in annoyance. "...I'm surrounded by idiots..." The plant doll says to herself, finally reaching the top of the staircase. Lightly jumping off the couch, Cadence wanders over to the desk that sat up there and opened the drawer, expecting to find exactly what they were looking for.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Nov 3, 2016 3:11:27 GMT
"Well that wasn't helpful," commented Chase before he looks up towards the top of the stairs. Not caring about the maelstrom of papers and other random objects, he summons an aura of flames around his body, thankfully his control is good enough to prevent his aura from burning his own costume. He slowly bends his knees before leaping towards the top of the staircase. Due to the spiritual nature of his flames, the spirits would hopefully recognize that getting in his way not be in their best interests. As he jumps, his flames burn all the junk from his path until he lands on the top. Once he is safety there, he turns around and absorbs any lingering flames from his jump, knowing that Smith would yell at him for starting a house fire...again.
As soon as he ensures that no flames, or even potential burnt objects could be set ablaze again, he turns off his aura of flames and turns around to spot the the plant manipulator searching in the desk. Thinking she is handling the situation just fine, he proceeds to gently sit down on the Cadence's couch, while using his own plant manipulation powers to adjust its size to fit him. As he waits for her to gather the ghosts' research, he decides to examine their current surroundings with his spirit senses in case there is something else in the room with them.
Smith is somewhat surprised at Eri. One would think the ghosts in the house would be her first concern, especially when one of them had just recently possessed her. "Excuse me, but I believe there is more pressing matters to attend to right now," he told her as he gestures with his hand towards the two ghosts fighting each other. "But first..."he examines her carefully as if suspecting there is something wrong with her, "Eri, are you feeling...like yourself?" For all her knew, the previous ghost that borrowed her body, could still be connected to her.
Shin spots Fumi's hand signs and quickly comprehends what she is trying to communicate to them. Though he couldn't help but wonder why she couldn't just tell them where to go. Is she scared of ghosts or something? Regardless, he doesn't try to very hard to figure out Fumi's condition. Instead, he hurries along to get to room she pointed out. Yet, by the time he gets to the door, he begins to shake. With his teeth chattering, he slowly moves closer to Sun and says, "Tha...Tha...Thank..you." As Fumi opens the door, the young swordsmen is too busy trying to stay warm to react to the ghost children. However, as soon as he sees them running out the room through the walls, he attempts to reach out to one of them with his hand infused with Mizukara energy, which in turn will allow him to interact with their spiritual bodies. Yet he greatly underestimated just how fast they could move, and find himself falling face first as he had overreached too much during his attempt to grabbed one of them. As he lifts his face off the floor, he groans in a combination of pain and embarrassment.
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Post by TimePuppy on Nov 3, 2016 19:32:02 GMT
Remilia opened her mouth to say something, but Ash's answer struck her speechless. When finally she regained her composure, she said, "Okay. You two can do this challenge. I'll make sure there's not cheating." Remilia retreated into the corner to observe the proceedings.
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Post by Kuma on Nov 9, 2016 4:35:15 GMT
-Son of a bitch! Give me a drink.- Falken pulled a boom box and started playing this song to accompany their drink as he downed the drinks with the same speed as his spectral adversary. The nanites inside his body broke down the alcohol into energy, powering his system to process the rest of the drink at inhuman speeds. The Infamous Mercenary kept drinking without pause, downing everything in a single gulp. -You’re going to need something bloody stronger if you plan to knock me under a table you spectral pile of lard.-
-Then I’ll give you one.- Rin grabbed her bracelet and the plain metal twisted and expanded as she twirled it around her fingers until it finally took shape of a Tanto Knife. -I’m going to give you the best dish you have ever tasted.- She didn’t care for his tone or his attitude, but if cooking was needed to vanquish this ghost then she was game. Rin assisted to a very prestigious school for young ladies and always aimed to top her class. It took awhile for her to learn, many cuts on her fingers too, but she came out almost as a pro when it came to western cuisine, mostly French. Without a second to lose she searched for some ingredients, hoping to find them.
Potatoes Duck/Quail/Chicken Challots/Onions Garlick Butter Red Wine Cheese (Gorgonzola/Parmesan/Roquefort)
Callis was still out cold. And Gen kept eating in the living room without worrying about a thing.
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Post by RedLenai on Nov 9, 2016 17:49:24 GMT
Despite the place was getting cold, Derek didn't botter at all, cold was just fine if you are looking for ghosts. Ignoring Arlana once again, he followed Fumi without doubt. Until he saw Shin, well it wasn't bad to have someone with a really positive personality... or maybe someone who was just stupid but the enthusiasm of the boy was something.
Hey, Ghostfacer! What if you scare them? - He said with a smile and raising his eyebrows
Paying attention to the girl, the boy noticed she was pointing the path to keep going until he saw the ghost and his childish behavior. What... was that? Then he saw Fumi again who was still on shock by the sudden appearance of those little brats. He went to her side, giving her a gentle touch on her back with his hand. Finally he understood that the girl was spechless... and probably that wasn't by the shock. He maked an effort to bring some confort to her... that wasn't his thing at all but better than do nothing.
Don't worry, despite being ghost they are just kids... kinda sad to think about the moment they died - He said honestly, he wasn't a really fan of kids but he was a kid himself and he had the two sides of the coin. Being hunted like an animal, being treated like a someone's son... it was confusing but he didn't care, it wasn't the moment either to think about it.
The kids wanted to play tag, then he most act his part. Then Arlana just left, that was really a stupid idea, it was better to think how to chase those kiddos. Derek thought for a moment that teleporting could be a good idea, but then he remembered those times Thomas scolded him because that was cheating... So it was time again to pretend to be a simple human... well, it wasn't too hard at least.
It seems we have to play! We are four now, and those other two who just left. We must separate into two groups, after all it seems they are only just two kids - The boy said with a soft and gentle voice to Shin, Cian and Fumi
As he walked inside the room, in his mind the only thing that appeared was.. Why playing tag? Why they didn't asked for something more simple!? A bedtime story would be lovely and he really liked to tell stories! Or playing Chess, or studying, those things were better than move around and get all sweaty! Well... despite ghost don't sweat.
Ok, kids! We'll play with you! No cheating, ok? Nothing to become invisible, or pass through or bodies. And no teleporting! - He said with a cheerfull, friendly speech - And after we play I can tell you a Story!
As the young boy saw the others drinking with the ghost, his attention went towards that golden bottle... somehow that was strange for him...? Probably it was the reason why the ghost was still here. But he got completely distracted from his "job-side" when he heard Ash. The perfect Age! That was just facinating... at least for him. Then his brain did a little click when he remembered... he was in front of a SuperHero! He must ask the question he had since always! Still he was too embarrassed to talk... Also, Falken was too cool! He wasn't afraid or anything, he was like another hero... despite his attitude and the smell of blood he has on him.
The young priest played with his own fingers until he was ready to ask his questions.
Miss Heatwave? - He said with almost a really shy voice, he swallowed his own saliva and then he spoke again - I... I have some questions... I-Is because I'm a really fan of Superheroes and is the first time I'm i-in front of one so! - The boy said with a really childish smile and his eyes shinning like puppy dogs and his hands shaking like jelly, but it wasn't something bad on him... or probably the smell of alcohol was making him more excited even if he didn't know - We-well I.. I was wondering how you decided your Hero suit? O-Or how it begins the desire to help people and became a pillar of justice and peace? A-Also I really wanted to know if you use some special enviroment onto your suit to make it easy to wear no matter the situation... l-like the sea, mountains... the space? - The boy lost all of his shyness and then he began to keep asking a lot of questions again - What does it feel when people recognize you? Or when kids see you as their inspiration? Did you feel scared once? A-And how is the private life of a hero, do they have a normal life like most of people? Or do heroes have family that were heroes too? How family and friends reacted when you decided this risky job? Are you planning to travel around the world? And in case you had a super-pet, it would be your super-partner? What kind of pet do you like miss Heatwave? Oh! and how did you choose your name? Is related to your powers?
Without doubt, Thomas wasn't going to let the girl go before answering all of his questions. If Derek were around, he would smack him for being so annoying for everyone. Also he noticed that his own voice was louder and then he shrugged his shoulders, with a apologetically expression on his face. But once again his fanatism for superheroes took control of his body and mind.
Do you have a Fanclub? I'll be the president if you don't have one!
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Post by Iris on Nov 11, 2016 12:34:47 GMT
Distressed, the banshee’s hectic feelings felt like a steady pulse, ever growing and throbbing in her chest. The tingling on the back of her neck was a series of pinpricks, constant and unending, refusing to ebb even as her hand pressed against the warm flesh in a silent, physical plea to make it end. “What’s going on? What happened!” Exasperated, Eri looked to the man from earlier who, coupled with his outfit, did make her think of some of those ancient, marble statues depicting the Romans.
“Like myself? What do you mean, of course I do! Just… much more confused! What happened? There’s a blank space that I’m not understanding…” her words ebbed off, the unease tightening and swirling against itself, binding together into a slowly focusing, hardening omen she knew she wouldn’t be capable of controlling very long. “I...was going to dance and then...I remember the bar? And that one guy…Ugh, I don’t remember!” The girl had tears brimming in her bright eyes while she struggled to stand on legs no better than jelly, wobbling as she stood. Unable to help herself any longer, the feelings of confusion and worry massed together and a nearby bookcase that had stood in solidarity despite the whirlwind of ghost’s fury, gave one slight creak before groaning out as it teetered forward, emptying its contents onto the floor before crashing down on top, leaving in its a wake an Eri with a slightly lighter feeling in her chest, but not entirely fixing the problem. “And my library...it didn’t look anything like this…”
“This is bullshit.” A voice teetering on seething hissed from the pile of papers, pushing herself out and angrily dusting the flapping bits away, or tearing them to shreds if they tried to escape. Amai’s humiliation was only rivaled by that of the little princess she’d been hitting on earlier, watching the small girl fall was a vain sort of satisfaction. At least someone else was suffering...but she had other things to worry about now. That hot-headed guy seemed to have taken his own route, but it seemed that their sleeping beauty of a hostess had decided to wake up, maybe she could find someone more capable to take their way upstairs besides Nicole…Tossing aside her interest in Nicole, Amai stepped over the girl without so much as offering her a way up, ignoring her the whole way as she had a bounce in her step and headed towards the three near the door.
“Well good morning, Princess.” Flipping her attitude on its head, Amai sauntered over to the now conscious Eri, pursing her lips together while her tongue clicked against her teeth in mock sympathy at the girl’s tears. “Now now, I’m sure you’ve got a lot of questions and I don’t think I can answer them any better than you can. But I’ll fill you in...if you’d like.” The way Amai said “fill” was nothing short of sleazy. Her hand, however, closed in towards the girl, dragging her fingertips in bare skin-to-skin contact as she wiped away Eri’s tears, a slow, but steady smile growing against her lips as she noticed the way Eri’s demeanor began to change.
Thanks to the succubus’s intrusive presence, and Eri’s inability to really pick out what Amai was, or how to prevent the woman’s effects, Eri was horrifically easy to enthrall. The girl already wore her heart on a sleeve, full of an undying sort of affection that she gave out in heaps and heaps, even if none was returned. “I...would appreciate that. Thank you.” Her voice toned down slightly, more relieved than it had been before and her tears ebbed away, replaced instead with a shy sort of looking away, pupils dilating while her cheeks felt a familiar heat grow on them. Amai was so gentle to her, so kind in this moment, she really appreciated that kind of quiet kindness...Meanwhile, beneath her false and benevolent expression, Amai was cackling with delight at the grossly cute way the other girl looked; breaking her would be a joy. “Well...how about I do that while we get this book, alright? Hey, you.” Directing the words towards Smith, her voice was still seductive, but she was enjoying herself far too much with Eri to extend her reach much more further. “How about you take care of the Cowardly Lion while I take Sleeping Beauty here to finish this objective. Hey, after all this is over, how about I give you my number....” Switching back and forth, Amai’s arm weaseled its way over Eri’s shoulders, their mutually bare outfits meaning Eri was as susceptible as possible to the succubus’s charms, meaning she would of course say yes, growing more and more dazed as she dumbly followed Amai up the staircase.
At the tops of each staircase, as Cadence found, the two desks contained leather-bound books. Each were equally worn, tattered and frayed, papers hanging from the edges with large words that most probably couldn’t figure out without a dictionary. There was nothing stopping Cadence from taking such and similarly, after a walk that Amai made too leisurely, nothing stopping Eri and Amai from taking their end as well. It was only at the top that the dazed Eri, her cheeks flushing harder every moment she was in contact with Amai, noticed from a distance a familiar green-head…”H-hey...Cadence!” Enthusiastically, Eri turned atop the flipped bookcase they stood on, waving her hand boldly while Amai looked in disgust at the tattered book she was obtaining. “You’re here too?! Are you okay!” Still waving and leaning forward, Eri’s voice carried over surprisingly loud and clear, making Amai wince as she finally looked over to see what was going on, just in time to nick Eri by the back of the neck like a kitten as she almost toppled over the edge.
All the two groups needed to do now was make their way back down and give the furious ghosts what they were looking for.
Fumi’s expression was nothing short of deadpan as Arlana’s hasty and uninformed guesses just kept coming. The only time her look changed was when she unintentionally looked to Derek as he rubbed at her back, immediately twisting away while letting out a grunt of frustration. This whole situation was humiliating! During her jobs it was fine if people kept mistaking her...but this? This was demeaning!! Yet now that she’d been calmed down only due to her distaste for absolutely everyone in her team, Fumi stepped over the fallen Shin with a quiet laugh, pleased that at least someone else here was getting humiliated...if only just a little.
Peeking into the doorway Derek had stepped through, Fumi only quirked an eyebrow in question as to who he was exactly talking to...seeing as the ghosts had already sprinted down their opposing hallways and Fumi, not exactly wanting to be stuck longer in this place than she had to be, sighed loudly and impatiently, rolling her eyes high to the ceiling before grabbing Derek by the chain attached to the pants of his outfit, tugging him out while pointing down one hallway. Afterwards, Fumi prodded her foot into Shin’s side in small nudges, pointing towards the hallway Arlana took off down without waiting. THe sooner they split and got moving, the better and Fumi gestured this with a quick “shoo shoo” motion of her hands.
After that, the girl simply began stretching, arms to either side while she began to peel back the sparse bandages on her face; she couldn’t get anywhere fast if it was hindering her vision! Then, crouching down like a sprinter at the start line, she looked up only once to Derek with a determined expression on her face, then she sucked in a deep, deep breath...and took off running, only every few steps the girl literally disappeared in plumes of smoke.
She wasn’t going outrageously fast...but she was gaining ground quick, and she could make out the fluttering sheet figure down the hall, just before narrowly running into a bedroom door that stuck out instantly, causing her to quickly react with a swift spin and a loud squeal. Random doors were beginning to open and close, creating more obstacles to dodge in the narrow hallway and it was costing her ground...and fast!
“Wonderful, wonderful!!” The ghost cheered, bringing his hand up with bottle in tow, sending alcohol spewing into the air as its cork popped loudly like a gunshot. The specter was in elation, loving the enthusiasm two of his challengers had, though he did lean over as best as he could to address Remilia in the corner. “Are you sure you don’t wish to join? I’ll let you know I won’t tattle bout your age...not that I could remember it after a couple of drinks anyways! Ahah!” His laughter was loud and booming, patting his own liquidy stomach while congratulating himself on such a meager joke.
At Falken’s bold statement, the ghost laughed heartily yet again, red wine spilling from his mouth, teeth stained a dark, gritty red from the sheer amount of drink. “You want stronger, yes? I can give you that!!” Per his words, his fat finger gestured towards one of the many holders, liquid flowing across his face in small, scarlet waterfalls while he produced the wide bottle with no label. It seemed vastly less refined than the other drinks, unprofessional even and the liquid within was so clear, it could almost be mistaken for water. “This...THIS is what I loved the most about this bar. The tender saved it only for after hours, when the luxurious members are gone...they loved the profit on this beauty.” The specter spoke with reverence, pure awe and admiration in his eyes as he held the bottle to the dim light, watching it refract in clear, rainbowed pattern before setting it down and watching as the cork popped off.
With a ruby smile, the ghost poured ungracefully into Falken’s cup, the smell of the liquid so pungent it made his ethereal eyes water before he brought the drink to himself, opening wide and funneling a large mouthful that burned like brimstone against the back of his throat. “Moonshine!! “ He cackled, coughing immediately after as the heat seared into his very being. Yes, this was what he missed...the challenge and the fun, the cracking open of a good time, it was almost enough to bring tears to his eyes if they weren’t there already from the searing drink.
“It is not about sheerly the taste!” His palms as beet red as his face slammed into the table, causing the many pots and pans around to come back to a boil. “I kicked all those insolent staff out for that exact misconception! Food is more than “tastes good” BAH!” He looked as if he’d drank sour milk, expression twisted in anger and disgust as they bustled about his kitchen, leaving him to his rant. “You don’t look at an artist’s work and just say “Looks good!” NO, you sit and appreciate! You think of what they must have been feeling, you let the spirit of the subject meet you!!” Slamming his hands again and again at the final words, he huffed and puffed, patting at his ghostly forehead afterwards. “Food does more than taste good, you make it from the soul, you want your subjects to feel from the taste! To taste the love and adoration for the craft! Ugh, it’s lost on imbeciles like you.” The arrogant, perturbed ghost exclaimed with a vent of frustration, walking to a nearby table and sitting down with a large thud as he hammered his fist down once more on a the table, causing the plates to jump. “Fine then! Let’s see if I can taste, REALLY taste the goodness of your food. I’ll teach you a lesson today if you can’t make it right, you’ll stay here until your heart and soul is in the food!”
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Post by Obscuris on Nov 21, 2016 23:28:47 GMT
Cian offered Derek a calculated stare as he rubbed his furry chin and straightened his glasses. “That’s a very logical argument, lad” the tiny mouse said, nodding in approval “This kind of entities like to play be their own rules and it’d definitely be a bad idea trying to squeeze our way around this, especially if we really want to win!” he added. As Fumi got ready to sprint, the magical rodent held on to some locks of her cloudy hair and exclaimed with enthusiasm. “I see you’re ready for this, darling! Let’s go, then! We’ll catch this troublesome boys!” Wielding a lock of the thief’s hair and pointing it down the hallways with the confidence of a general, Cian couldn’t imagine that his tiny steed would simply… disappear “Onwaards----woaaah!” the poor mouse slipped through Fumi’s cloud of smoke and his fluffy body bounced on the carpet like a football.
“Well, it looks like my ride… blazed away” he muttered. Without losing his dignity, the well-mannered mouse stood up and waddled towards Derek before clearing his throat. “Ehem… excuse me, lad. Would you mind giving me a lift?” he asked, pulling on the Prince’s pants with his small paw “My legs are a too short, you see…”
Down the other side of the hallway, Arlana was having some troubles. Not because of the ghosts or the constant attack of the door. A couple of years of feeding of junk food and leftovers from the coffee shop plus combined with a maddening lack of exercise hadn’t gifted the girl with a body worth of an Olympic gymnast… the entire opposite actually. After the adrenaline went down, Arlana ended up gasping for air and about to pass out after just a couple of minutes of sprinting. The tarot seeker had ended up leaning against one of the hallways walls and felt as if she was about to die at any second. Sun didn’t even say a word, he just shook his head and let out a resigned sigh.
If Shin was fast enough, he could catch up to them in no time.
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Post by HungryHunter on Dec 5, 2016 4:23:40 GMT
Nicole crawled miserably up the steps, dragging herself on her stomach. This was humiliating. Heir to an underwater empire reduced to crawling like a sea cucumber to get up some stairs. She would bite those ghosts so hard for this. She licked the blood she already got off her teeth. That blonde man was so rude. She'd have to bite him twice now. How did humans keep themselves in line without royalty to bite them? Apparently they didn't. She huffed and continued dragging herself up the stairs.
Jenifer drank up the chef's words with enthusiasm. People had yelled much worse at her, and she had longed for a real chef to instruct her for years. She placed a few select cheeses and some butter in a pan to melt into her desired sauce, grabbing another block of and a grater to fill her raviolis. She had no thought for time. That wasn't important. You couldn't rush a dish.
While Jenifer nearly had a stroke over the spice rack available to her (she wasn't going to use any spices, but it made her quiver to see them anyway), Martha threw an apple core at the back of the chef ghost's head. "I was interested when food was involved." Martha was sitting on a counter far from the action, in shadow from the fridge doors next to her. "But now you say it's not just about making good food but doing it with passion?" Martha's grin glittered in the shadows. "I'm in, asshole! I'll cook the best damn meal you ever tasted!" She roared, shaking every dish in the kitchen. She rushed to the refrigerator to find her destiny. Or ingredients. There's little difference to one who takes every challenge head on, so hard they get a skull fracture.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Dec 5, 2016 6:08:50 GMT
Smith wast too distracted by Amai's beauty to notice the potential danger for his host. As Eri and the succubus walk up the staircase, the genius inventor remains behind to protect the beast knight. Yet as the distance between himself and the supernatural women increases, his mind begins to gradually realize the threat disguised as an angel. He looks back at the demon and pays close attention to her mannerisms, and begins to develop a sneaky suspicion.
At the top of the staircase sitting in a newly design plant chair, Chase slowly turns his head towards the the arrival of Amai and Eri. From what he can gather by judging their spiritual nature, he couldn't help but laugh a little under his breath at his host's unfortunate night. First being possessed by a ghost, and now being charmed by a succubus. As he watches he figures that the group have discovered what the ghosts below desired. "Huh...that was pretty easy," he said in an surprised tone since things are usually never so smoothly.
Shin quickly gets back to his feet. Seeing as there are two ghost kids going in different directions, he smirks to himself as he creates a clone. The two Shins waste no time to rush after the children with a big smile on each of their faces as they find this game to be pretty fun. As one of the Shins runs down the hallway, which seems to expand forever, he eventually runs into Arlana and Sun. "Hey! Come on we have to keep going!" he shouted at the girl. Not wanting to waste too much time, he doesn't bother to stop and continues to move down the hall.
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Post by Vapovile on Dec 6, 2016 20:47:58 GMT
Hearing a timid voice to her side, Ash wheeled around and faced Thomas, a wide, heroic grin on her face. She was going to answer every single one of his questions. "Fear not, kind citizen! I am here to answer any questions perfectly for the world!" Slamming the bottle of alcohol she had onto a nearby chair, Ash began to address the questions. "I decided on my hero suit after careful research into the most durable, yet free-moving suit I could find!" In actuality, she just asked her sister Jane to draw a design and had Marika create it. "I have always had the desire to become a hero of justice, for crime can't be allowed to run free when perfection is here! My suit is made out of the perfect materials for any situation, able to survive the strain of anything! I will show you!" Clenching both of her fists together, Ash leaned forward and pulled both of her fists across each other, putting tons of strain on her mid-back. Suddenly, and audible 'RIIIIP' could be heard, there now being a small tear in the back of her suit that showed off a small portion of her back. "See, it can survive anything besides the strength of perfection!"
"When people recognize me, I feel a great sense of pride, for I want my name to be an inspiration to everyone on the planet! Adults, kids, strange creatures...I am a hero to all!" Reaching over, Ash pulled Thomas close and pressed his cheek against her's, Ash directing his attention with her right hand. "A perfect hero doesn't feel fear! For private life; I like to lift weights, watch cool shows on TV, hang out with siblings, and admire my perfect body in a mirror!" Pulling Thomas away, Ash picks the boy up bridal style and looks down at him with a heroic pose. "My family were a small part in myself becoming a hero! But aside from them, nobody knows my true identity, for a hero never reveals that information! I do plan to travel around the world, for crime is everywhere, so the embodiment of justice should follow suit! A super pet...I would want a complete clone of myself, for there is no better partner for perfection than perfection itself! I would make my clone use cooling powers, as my skills are heating up the environment and punching apart steel like it's nothing! As such, I named myself Heatwave!"
Done explaining, Ash pulls Thomas into a tight hug, strangely enough he could smell that Ash's scent was of a mild hot pepper smell, as if it were coming from her sweat glands. "I am positive I have many fanclubs, but I would be delighted if you could be president of one! What can I call you, citizen?" She asked, never having gotten Thomas's name.
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Staring blankly at the book she had found, Cadence takes it out of the desk and places it inside of her dress, taking note of the man who had just arrived and started to mess with her couch. Before the plant doll could confront Chase, she heard a familiar voice across the way...huh, she was awake? Focusing her attention at both Eri and Amai, Cadence's eyebrows narrow slightly when she saw Amai. Growing one of her vines for a few seconds, Cadence whips it across the gap between platforms and wraps it around Eri's ankles, pulling the hostess off her feet and hanging upside-down in the air. Huh...this was becoming a regular occurrence, Cadence thought to herself as she pulled Eri across the gap and stopping a few feet in front of herself.
"...I am ok...but you weren't going to be..." Pausing for a second, Cadence glances over at Chase and commands her plants to mold themselves out from under Chase, breaking apart and reforming into the couch she arrived upstairs on next to Cadence and the upside-down Eri. "...that woman is a succubus...I could tell she was influencing you..." Cadence remarked, sitting on top of the flowery couch and setting Eri down on the seat next to her, finally right-side up. "...I'd avoid that woman in the future..." The plant doll warned, commanding the vines under the couch to start walking once more to take them both back downstairs, not even looking in Chase's direction. She had already gotten the book she came here for.
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Post by RedLenai on Dec 8, 2016 4:18:55 GMT
That's a nice trick - The prince said as he saw how to girl dissapeared in front of his eyes. Of course he wasn't surprised. Then, he noticed the little mouse in the floor, he took him gentle and put him on his shoulder, his left shoulder to be precise, he knew that Gallerian enjoyed being on his right shoulder so better keep it as a "Vip" for his partner. He moved down the hall, looking at the doors that started to move on their own. He observed, walking slowly like cat about to attack it's prey. He didn't care about the movement of the doors, he only focused on what was inside of them. With a sly smile, the boy tilted his head, and spoke to Cian - Did you know that everyone hated me when I played catch with them? - And then, he teleported with the little mouse, thankfully, the house wasn't too big to move free without taking so much care about the times teleporting, and Cian being just a small creature, didn't count as a burden. He teleported inside one of the rooms, he began to investigate if the little brat was hidden somewhere in that place. owing
Thomas wasn't breathing when the hero picked him up, and then she spoke like he was a lifelong friend! He couldn't do nothing except showing the emotion in his emerald eyes with his jaw dropped. She wasn'tonly brave and handsome! She was also a really cool person! and Strong! And now she gave him her consent to open a fanclub!!! He was so happy that he insisted to go to the party!
O-Oh! M-My name.... hahaha - The boy said with his cheeks pure red, he felt discouraged when he had to introduce himself... But being honest was something really important! More if the person that you're talking is a hero!! - I-I'm Thomas Sillything - The boy said nervous... the girl will probably laugh at such surname, now he was regretting it, he must have said that his name was Van Dercycle... or a "normal" name...
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Post by TimePuppy on Dec 10, 2016 18:10:49 GMT
Remilia didn't see anything interesting during the first round of this drink off. Following the strange superhero girl was apparently a poor idea. She couldn't do anything to help soothe this ghost since she herself didn't drink. So she started scanning the environment instead.
There were so many bottles of so many different alcoholic beverages. She had no idea there were so many types of wine. Eventually her attention rested on the golden bottle the ghost was drinking from before. She went over to it and picked it up to see if she could make out what's written on the label.
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Post by Kuma on Dec 13, 2016 2:53:26 GMT
-This is the strongest you have?- Falken didn’t even flinch when the glass was placed in front of him. The Infamous Mercenary once chugged industrial alcohol to win a bet. He downed the glass of booze like nobody’s business. For a moment he thought he had made a huge mistake, whatever this moonshine had it was starting to kill the nanites it touched. Falken’s face shifted from pale to bright red in matter of second, but once the brewage reached his stomach the much more specialized nanites there started breaking the alcohol down at an accelerated pace. The Psycho Cyborg felt the vapors climbing up his bionic esophagus and he opened his mouth while pulling a lighter from his pocket and turning it on right in front of his mouth.
A massive burp echoed in the wine cellar, turning into a blaze of fire blasting out Falken’s mouth. The flare lighted up the room like lighting crossing the night sky. The Infamous Mercenary popped his neck and planted the glass bottom up in the table. -So do you’ve anything bloody stronger? Or you’re going to keep giving me what you use to water your plants?-
Rin started working with cold efficiency, cutting the chicken, splitting the parts and reserving them. Her next step was to mince the shallots and the garlick. She melted half a stick of butter in a pan and sauteed the shallots and garlick until they got golden and crispy, she then removed the vegetables and placed the chicken with until the surface got crispy. -Well halfway there.- She muttered to herself as her hands reached a frantic pace. The Youngest Shishioh placed the chicken breasts she seared on the oven to finish them, resting in a buttered oven tray, she made a cut in the side of the breasts and added the shallots, the garlic and the cheese, closing the gap by wrapping cooking twine around the breasts. Once that was taken care off she returned the pan to the fire and slowly poured the wine and a light vegetable stock, thickening it with butter and flour, adding salt, pepper and ginger to it to make a sauce.
Soon this modified Coq a Vin would be ready, and she would blow the chef’s spectral socks off.
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Post by Iris on Dec 19, 2016 3:17:34 GMT
Eri’s arm was high and waving with greeting, turning her head just once to begin speaking with the pleasant woman who’d made her acquaintance, eager to tell her of her friend across the gap...but then she felt the familiar plant-life around her ankle. Eri’s face shifted for just a moment into fear as she realized what was about to happen; “Cadence, wai-” Unable to even let out her plea, it ended in a loud scream as she was yanked across the pit between the two staircases.
Hanging upside down on the other side, blood rushing to her head, Eri whined loudly while holding her hands against the small skirt threatening to betray her thanks to gravity, the large tail of her outfit wafting back and forth against the makeshift steps beneath. “Cadence you could have warned me! That fall would have been horrifying!” Sulking slightly, the ditzy host with her foggy mind looked back across the gap forlornly, the combination of the attraction she was feeling and the earlier turn upside down making her cheeks red. “I appreciate that you didn’t drop me though...hm? A succubus? Now that’s not nice to say…Oh, you’re here as well.” Dreamily, Eri looked over the back of the couch Cadence had formed with a dopey smile, looking at Chase who was now minus a chair. “I trust everything is going well?”
Turning back around, Eri waved to Amai across the gap, calling out before folding her arms over the armrest, giggling quietly to herself. “Sorry about that, Amai! I’ll see you at the bottom, I hope this didn’t inconvenience you!!” Then, turning her attention back to Cadence, Eri patted her hands against her knees eagerly. “Well, let’s get going! Can you fill me on what exactly happened up to this point? I don’t really remember much…” Getting information on the way would at least make the trip a bit more distracting, easier for her to forget the beating of her heart and the strange fixation she had on the woman across the gap.
Amai, on the other hand, was particularly pouty as she waved the book around from side to side, her free hand on her hip. What was it with those shitty dead idiots and ruining her fun at every turn? That girl was so easy to enchant, it actually surprised Amai; how could someone be so nice and equally stupid? “Ugh...whatever.” Hearing the infatuated girl’s cry from across the gap, Amai’s savage smile lit across her face and she just gave a quick turn of her heel, making her way to go down the staircase, laughing to herself. Perhaps her night wasn’t ruined just yet…
On her way down, she met the girl from earlier again, perking an eyebrow in inquiry at how she was choosing to go about this. “Oh, it’s you. I got the stupid book, no need going up anymore.” However, just like before, she made the move to step over the girl blocking her way, smiling with far too much eagerness. “I’d hurry as well, I’ve got a date to get to.~”
At the bottom of the staircases where the two groups would converge once again, Amai stood with her hip shifted, yawning as she awaited for the others to arrive, smirking as she thought of what she’d like to do first with the poor, susceptible host; usually she had a good feeling for people littered with sin and this girl was no more worrisome than a kitten. Casually, she tossed a glance behind her to see the rest of the group that had been left behind, flicking her tongue out across her lips as she looked at Smith and the unconscious Callis, simply no shame in her gesture as she blew a kiss shortly after.
Eri, on the other hand, was getting more antsy through the duration, fixing her windblown hair while trying to fix out the creases in her outfit; she couldn’t look unpresentable!
Fumi was feeling herself growing not only out of breath, but light-headed as she pursued the sheeted figure with voracity. Every time she shifted, she held her breath, and everytime she appeared, she sucked one in; the repeated process was making her absolutely dizzy and she shook her head in frustration to try and clear it, causing her pace to slow before her resolve made her push forward.
With a final burst of stamina, Fumi’s desperation adding to it, her hand outstretched for the ghostly figure that was just within arm’s reach, grasping out for the fluttering, ethereal sheet and as she palmed at it, her fingers obviously going through, the ghost stuttered in its run for a moment before halting, turning to look at her as she panted profusely. The momentary lapse was just that, momentary, as the small voice from the sheet made a rather severe statement towards her. “You didn’t say “tag.” It doesn’t count!” With a laugh, the ghost was off to her side, heading in the reverse direction as she stood, flabbergasted before angrily crying out and stomping her foot on the ground like a petulant child. This wasn’t fair!!
The small ghost was laughing with delight as he flew past the door Derek stood in, the sounds of flapping sheets following, unknowingly heading directly towards the clone Shin had sent.
Meanwhile, in the opposite hallway, the other ghost was steadily getting closer and closer to Shin with every step he’d taken to get closer, all he’d really need to do was either have him, or by some miracle, Arlana, to touch and call out the exclamation of victory!
A raucous bout of laughter left the drunken ghost’s lips at the antics of the interesting group that was in his cellar. The cybernetic man was proving to be one of the best drinking partners he’d encountered in both life and death!
Chortling loudly and spilling his drink, the accumulated wine of the cellar growing to the depths of one’s calves, the ghost continued to laugh in an unstoppable manner, tears mixing and mingling with the liquor on his face. What a grand time, a grand time entirely! All the laughter and the jovial drinking, as one sided as it may be, was making him feel light headed...too light headed. “Good good one my friends!!” There were many ways to get drunk...it just seemed that for this ghost, alcohol wasn't the way to do it...but with a good time instead!
As his laughter coalesced, the wine bottles on the shelves vibrating with the veracity of the laughter and the ghost himself was beginning to glimmer with more than just the light reflecting off his liquidy body. “I haven't had a time this good in so long! Ah...yes, this is what I've been wanting! The enjoyment of friends, of laughter and joke, and not to mention...good drink! Just what I've needed!”
Patting his jiggly stomach, still laughing loudly, the jingling of the bottles rising to a crescendo...and then with a brilliant flash of light, it stopped. The group would find themselves in a wine cellar, devoid of wine filling the ground. The bar was empty, just as empty as the few holes embedded in the hard wood. The shelves held only a few assorted vintage wines but aside from that, only dust filled the devoid holes...it was almost as if what had happened in the cellar hadn't actually happened at all…
Distinctly from the top of the cellar stairs, the sound of a door clicking open could be heard.
The chef awaited, his bulging body barely able to fit on the small kitchen stool. He patted at his soaked brow, his breaths still heavy and heated while he watched the group bustle around his kitchen; already he admired their initiative, they possessed far more than the usual lot he had had… yet the Chef knew it was going to take more than the desire to do the deed, passion was two parts! One was desire...the second...skill! Only the ends here could justify the means and did these chefs have the mettle to appease his pallets?
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Post by HungryHunter on Dec 20, 2016 5:30:09 GMT
Nicole continued her slow, painful crawl up the stairs. This was the worst party. The worst. Nobody was even looking at her outfit. She was all sore from climbing. It sucked. But at the top, she saw now that the documents there were hunting down had been retrieved. Finally, she could actually do something. Nicole sprayed a stream of water from her finger and it swirled in the air to form a portal letting a strange animal through.
It had the formlessness of a plastic bag and coloring of a peach with four tentacles hanging down, shaped like flatworms with tattered edges, hooks facing back on their inner surfaces. Its thick red lips, situated just above the tentacles, soundlessly puckered and gasped as it filled an invisible sphere around itself with water. "Peaches! Waterslide!" Nicole demanded, and it was done. Water rained from the orb to create a flood down the stairs to swiftly shove her and the others back to the base. Nicole screamed in glee as she rode the stream. Why couldn't she just go everywhere like this!?
Jenifer put her creation on the stove. All she could do now was move the raviollis around if she thought they weren't cooking. She looked around the room, stopping to spy on Martha. She had no idea what the strange girl was doing, but anything that involved both fish and blue cheese seemed unholy. She looked away from Martha grating an onion to instead focus on Rin. She looked just a touch younger than Jenifer, and by far the only other decent cook. "So... what are you making?" She could tell just by scent of course, but it was only polite to ask. Most humans, and this girl appeared human, didn't easily understand people with extra powerful noses.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Dec 23, 2016 6:12:48 GMT
Sensing the plants underneath him being manipulated, the soulless man gets to his feet. Yet before the roots that made up the plant chair collapse apart completely and travel back to Cadence to transform into a couch, Chase manages to snap off a single piece for himself. The plant in his hand wiggles in all directions as it attempts to free itself and head back to the doll, yet he quickly applies his own power over the severed vine, which causes the fragile plant to stop moving. As he holds the now still vine, he looks up to study Cadence's face. He could tell that the plant manipulator across the room from him has a much stronger connection and control over nature then himself. So much so that his plant abilities are pretty mediocre in comparison. Still his competitive nature didn't allow him to give up that easily. Besides, he is good enough to pull of this next trick.
Infusing his power into the vine, it begins to feed off his spirit energy and soon enough begins to increase in size and complexity. Eventually the the torn off piece becomes a replica of the plant chair he was sitting in a few seconds ago. As he sits back down he looks at the succubus without an ounce of lust. Another thing he has in common with the doll, besides being plant manipulators, they both seem to be immune to Amai's toxic presence, especially for him due to being able to see on the spiritual plane. He didn't make any comment to anyone, mostly since he didn't care to talk to anyone here, but he makes sure to observe the small interactions between everyone. Hoping that a fight would emerge, but unfortunately nothing happens as everyone simple heads back to the ghosts.
Not caring to move right away, he opts to stay at the top of the stair case for a little bit as he daydreams about being at a bar and enjoying a refreshing beverage. A smile slowly appears on his face at the idea of being somewhere else and enjoying the companion of a sweet drink. Yet he quickly snaps out of it as a miniature waterfall seems to appear out of nowhere. As he searches for the source of the sudden water, and he quickly spots the creature responsible. As he and his plant chair floats down the staircase, he makes a gun shape hand gesture towards the small creature. A small and condense ball of fire soon appears at the tip of his index finger. As he prepares to incinerate the tiny plastic bag monster, a thought pops into his head. Realizing that Smith might not appreciate his next move, he decides to leave the creature alone. The fire ball vanishes as he places his hand on the side of his chair and allow the water to take him back down.
Meanwhile, at the bottom of the staircase, Smith continues to fight off the urge to stare at Amai. However, no amount of rational thinking could prevent him from peeking at her from time to time, He couldn't explain it, but there is something about her that forces him to give her his attention. And when she blew him a kiss, for the first time in his life his cheeks blush red. The embarrass billionaire turns away for a moment as he struggles to keep it together.
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Post by RedLenai on Dec 24, 2016 15:47:16 GMT
Derek glanced toward where the sound came, he teleported again, this time closer. He saw Fumi and her tantrum but this time he tried to ignore her, his eyes were fixed on the little ghost, that child wouldn't escape of his hands! With a quick movement he tapped the ghost's head
"Tag" - The boy just said, bored of the game.
He would let both Arlana and Shin capture the other missing ghost, he "helped" enough during the game with just one of them. He hadn't really sweated, but he had no intention of still playing or helping. Holding Cian on his shoulder, he turned to Fumi. He just stroked her head a little after grabbing his hat again, and then lazily walked back to the Main Hall.
Nice played, Silent Princess
Thomas couldn't do more than contemplate the situation, he was very happy to open a fan club... And above all with a heroine so nice and great!! Though, his eyes drifted toward the ghost, host of the liquorice party they were enjoying on that night. With his eyes wide open, he contemplated the wonderful act of obtaining peace. Feeling such comforting warmth in the heart. Pleasures are not really synonymous with sin, at least that's what Thomas thought. Anyone who possesses a pinch of goodness or joy in his heart had access to peace and eternal rest, actions regardless of their purpose could be forgiven.
He walked gently to the inside of the bar, placing a small rosary on the faucet that provided beer. "Let the remnant of your memory remain here, for all who pass through the same situation to know what is what they need to be free. Sins such as gluttony and excess of alcohol aren't synonymous of a corrupt soul. The vigor rules in the intoxicating joy and luminism that radiates in our hearts, that are the way to freedom" Giving his little prayer in silence and to himself, of course, so as not to annoy his companions. The young priest, disguised as an angel, performed the honors to finish disconnecting the soul from the edification, he didn't need much, after all, it wasn't really an exorcism. Once he finished, he headed with the rest of the group.
I think I heard the sound of a door... - He said with a shy smile
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Post by TimePuppy on Dec 24, 2016 16:48:24 GMT
Before Remilia could read it, the bottle went puff. And it wasn't the only one. The wine cellar was suddenly barren and even the strange alcoholic ghost disappeared. How strange. It was not a trick to be overcome but merely a task of filling the ghost with happiness. Remilia wasn't complaining, even if she wasn't so good at doing stuff like that. At least the party she went with were.
"I think I heard the sound of a door...," the boy dressed as angel said.
"Me, too. Let's go. Maybe we can help someone else."
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Post by Obscuris on Dec 26, 2016 18:04:00 GMT
Arlana was so out of breathe, she couldn’t even answer at clone that dashed beside her and kept chasing the ghost kid. All that came out from her mouth were pitiful gasps for air. “Damn, moron, you’re really something else” Sun shook his head, incredulous at the sight of the girl who had managed to get three of the powerful Cards leaning over her knees and seemingly on the verge of death after sprinting for a hundred meters.
“Oh shut… *gasp* your ugly… trap *gasp*, you asshole” Arlana replied, between deep breathes “Easy for you to *gasp* say, you can fucking *gaps* fly!” the girl wiped some sweat of her forehead and pierced Sun with embers on her eyes “Oh come on! Look at that white prick over there!” Sun retorted, pointing at Shin’s back, which kept getting further away from them “You don’t see him complaining about running for a fucking block!”
“Well, excuuuuuuuse me for not being a god damn ninja or any of this Hidden World bullshit!” Arlana shouted angrily, her rage exponentially bigger now that she there was some air on her lungs. In a fit, the girl grasped a small decorative statue from a nearby table and violently throw it at his annoying companion. “Unless I can throw my own hand at that kid, I’m not going to catch him!” As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Arlana’s eyes opened wide as a great idea popped in her mind and didn’t flinch at Sun’s rant of insults, some of them cruel enough to make a priest try to exorcise the demons out of him.
It wasn’t until he saw Arlana’s expression and heard a familiar high pitched voice from the other side of the corridor that he understood what was going on through his friends mind. A sinister and mischievous grin grew on each of their mouths, not even a single word was needed to seal the deal.
Meanwhile, Cian had made himself comfortable on Derek’s shoulder and was enjoying the curious sensation of teleporting. Being a skilled magician himself, the small mouse was already familiar with the sensation (after all, Arlana, Sun and himself had arrived at the party that way) but finding someone who could do it at will and without preparation, was certainly interesting. “I can see why your friends would think it was unfair, indeed” he replied as Derek gently tagged the ghost. As usual, his most knowledge devouring side got the best of him “And I must say I feel really curious about that power of yours.” He added, straightening his round spectacles “Is it magic? Or perhaps some kind of technology? I beg your pardon, but I have been asleep for quite some time and I’m not very familiar with the—“ his rant was suddenly interrupted when two flaming talons grasped his fluffy fur and yanked him off Derek’s shoulder. “Sorry Princess!” Sun screamed as he made his way back, with Cian on his claws “But I need this asshole for a minute!
“Sunny?!” the mouse exclaimed in surprise, staring in terror at the fast moving carpet below them. “What are you doing?! And who are you calling that?!” Despite being a magical creature, the calm and peace loving Cian wasn’t really a fan of heights… or high speed. “Don’t worry, bro!” Sun replied with a wild burst of laughter “You’re gonna help your master!” Desperately grabbing his flaming brother’s leg, Cian yelled “What are you talking about? Let me down in instant!”
“Your wish is my command, nerd! Hey, Lana! Think fast!” With a quick and violent twist, Sun launched his brother through the air, right into Arlana’s hands. Before the mouse could start wondering what the hell was going on, the girl pressed her lips against the mouse forehead. “Sorry about this, Cian. But I really want to win this thing” she said as she squeezed greenish fur ball in her hand, high in the air. There, Cian could see Shin’s back and the glowing silhouette of the ghost and her mind finally caught up with the events. “Oh no… no, no, no, no, no” he whispered.
“GOOOOOOOO!” Arlana yelled, launching the tiny mouse towards her target. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Cian pierced the still air of the hallway like a furry, screaming and crying comet and went by Shin’s head at what it seemed to be supersonic speed. With uncanny precision, the mouse went right through the ghost’s silvery figure. “Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag!” he managed to scream before bouncing on the floor and crashing thunderously against the ceiling.
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