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Post by Kuma on Dec 28, 2016 2:13:07 GMT
-What a bloody lightweight.- Falken broke the cup he was drinking, crushing it on his hand. -I mean, I knew ghost are bloody insubstantial and shit…- The Infamous Mercenary walked towards the stairs. -But I didn’t think he would have such a bloody weak liver.- The Psycho Cyborg climbed up the stairs, with his hand resting on the back of his neck as internally his nanites were working in overdrive fixing the holes the moonshine made on his organs. He might try to act like he was okay, but his implants would be working at a greatly diminished performance for a while after drinking what seemed to be the closest moonshine could get to magma. -What a joke.- He muttered, before closing his lips in a rush, trying to contain a flood of dead nanite climbing out his throat inside his mouth.
Rin plated with the same efficiency she used to cook, placing a swirling line of sauce on the clean plate, placing the chicken on the center and the caramelized garlic and shallot besides the main protein in small pyramids she made by stuffing them into a pyramidal mold usually reserved for pastry dishes or dessert. She dripped sauce over the pyramids and just a touch over the chicken, not much, as she wanted to exhibit the golden skin she managed to attain after a perfect sealing. She used a pinch of salt and pepper and served the dish to the Ghostly Gourmet. -Here you go Chef, a modified cheese stuffed Coq a Vin with glazed vegetables as garnish.- Hopefully he would like her food.-
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Post by waybig1010101 on Dec 28, 2016 4:46:33 GMT
Shin continues to move down the hallway as he searches for any signs of the ghost kid he is suppose to tag. "Come out! Come out! Wherever you are!" He waits for a reply for a few seconds before he whispers to himself. "Where is that- WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" yelled a surprised Shin as a tiny and screaming object nearly takes off his head. As he hears a shrieking 'Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag!' he turns back around and offers a thumbs up to Arlana as he figures she is the one responsible for getting the ghost kid. Yet he couldn't see her anymore. Placing his hands over his mouth he shouts, "GOOD THROW!" He turns back around again and begins to walk towards the ghost kid.
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Post by Vapovile on Dec 30, 2016 20:23:21 GMT
Ash was oblivious to the events happening with the alcohol-loving ghost, focusing mostly on Thomas's reaction to her boisterous nature. "Nice to meet you, Thomas! Hey, Thomas is the name of the white ranger in Power Rangers! He's cool, but not nearly as much as me!" The effects of the alcohol were finally taking over, making Ash even more obnoxious than before. She didn't pay attention as Thomas spoke to the space where the ghost had been, instead focusing on how the environment changed to a normal-looking cellar.
"Not only a ghost, he was a wizard too!" Once everyone began heading to the door, Ash confidently strode forward and headed up the stairs. "Excellent backup, everyone! I'll have all of these ghosts defeated in no time at all!" She boasted, curious to see what the next challenge would bring.
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Cadence merely looked on as Eri confirmed that she was infatuated with Amai, not even knowing that the blond woman was a succubus. Glancing slightly in the direction of Chase, Cadence could tell that he had some level of control over plants, but was vastly outskilled by her own control. Turning back to Eri, Cadence began to explain. "...you were possessed by a spirit...told us to put the spirits to rest...passed out on the floor...and I brought you here..."
The two of them finally get back down to the bottom of the staircase, Cadence sending a vine with the book up for the ghosts to grab. "...here is your book..." She tells them, shifting her attention to Smith and Amai. It appeared as if the succubus had turned her attention to him and the strange-looking tiger. She didn't know these people, so it didn't matter to her if Amai got to them or not. "...looks like we're done here...spirits, where are we needed next...?" Cadence asks, keeping an eye on the strange people around herself.
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Post by Iris on Jan 4, 2017 1:43:02 GMT
“Oh, is that so?” Eri looked only faintly distressed, the still slightly dreamy expression on her face. “I don’t remember any of that...though now that I think about it, the gentlemen I’d bought this estate from mentioned something about a couple of deaths or so on the property…” Then, smiling widely, Eri pressed her fingers together, laughing slightly in her words. “I thought he was just being spooky for the festivities!”
At the end of the stairs, Eri felt her heart flutter at the sight of the beautiful woman from before; was it just her, or was she seeming more and more pretty by the moment? Eri had met plenty of women, been with a few even, had loved just as much as anyone else could have, yet she couldn’t remember an infatuation this deep. Amai, looking away from the blushing man with a smirk of intense satisfaction with herself, spotted the cute, pathetic hostess from before and recognized the look in the girl’s bright blue eyes immediately; this was an expression she was heavily familiar with. “Well hello there, I was wondering if I’d see you again.~” With a tone that was practically a purr, Amai held her book and similarly produced her end of the ghosts’ books. Without so much as glancing towards the whirling mayhem that was slowly dying down, Amai gave it a surprisingly strong heave towards the two spirits. “Here you go, now why don’t you piss off.~”
Eri was sitting, star-struck while she felt heat rise in her cheeks once again, turning them the strangest tint of a faint green. Looking away, her chest heavy with the thudding of her heart, Eri was distinctly beginning to wonder what was happening to her; the intensity of these feelings was practically blinding…”So, Darling, don’t you think you’ve spent enough time with that useless waste of a cadaver? I have been waiting for you and I was getting awfully lonely.~” The Banshee’s brows furrowed slightly while she began to catch her breath, avoiding looking at Amai as she tried to discern who the lovely woman was talking about; waste of a cadaver? Taking she wasn’t talking about her, or the unpleasant man, Chase...Eri deducted that she was speaking about Cadence and she looked up, a look of slight wariness on her face. “I’d appreciate it if...you didn’t talk about my friend that way.” A deep, writhing feeling of anxiety and apprehension at her words towards Amai began to grow. For some reason, the last thing Eri wanted to do was make her angry towards her, the very idea was so painfully upsetting…
A strange and almost disturbing silence dropped between the two. Eri, looking at her lap like a child in trouble, and Amai whose posture remained the same...aside from the narrow of her eyes that made her expression seem hauntingly deadly. “Oh? Friend, hm?...You’ve got interesting choices, I’m sure there are more appeasing corpses to spend your time with. What a shame. I don’t like to associate myself with those surrounded by trash.~” With that, she turned her back on Eri, as if she was simply disposable and the shocked Banshee looked up, devastation in her eyes. Was she just...rejected? The feeling of her heart dropping practically into her stomach suggested so and she felt tears well up in her eyes; should she..apologize?? Despite how much she’d wanted to, she felt her words choke up in her throat as she sniffled slightly, the heat of turns burning in the corners of her eyes growing more and more present as she watched the dangerous blonde shift her attention towards the man from earlier. “Now you, you keep better company...don’t you?”
As she said this, Amai’s smile came back as if nothing had ever happened, and she reached a beckoning hand out, attempting to run her fingertip against the blushing man’s cheek. “I do enjoy good company.~” Meanwhile, the wailing gale died down to almost an abrupt halt, the final strands of wind kicking up the torn pages of many books that had gotten lost to the vortex. With open hands, and mouths agape, the ghosts both reached and grabbed for their corresponding tomes, grasping them within their ethereal hands like needy, wanting children. “My...my research. You didn’t tear it up?” They both asked to each other simultaneously, genuine surprise and awe in their words. “Well of course not...just because I thought it foolish, didn’t mean I wished to destroy it. I just...wanted to grief you is all. Your research was coming along so brilliantly…” The woes of a scholar, too proud to be outdone, leading to an eternal strife seemed to be coming to a peak. There was deep regret in the voice of the spectre as he touched his fingertips to the face of the book. “I suppose I was jealous...my research seemed so frivolous and it felt as if it’d hit a dead end.” The phrase itself was ironic, but it seemed to deeply touch the other ghost who clutched the book tightly as if it was something of such value and importance that could never be replaced. “But it didn’t, you were so near to a breakthrough that I got...well, I got so jealous I just couldn’t handle the very idea that you’d hit a revelation so big, meanwhile I’m left to my petty studies...so I stole your research.” A small silence crept between the two, only to be broken by their simultaneous chuckles. “Ah, what a dumb fight… I'm sorry.” Their corporeal forms began to brighten slightly, the books clutched tight in their wanting hands. A look of equal peace lined their brightening features until they could no longer be discerned, their bodies mirroring the event until they vanished in a bright flash of light that enveloped the entire room.
The library that had once been in a sorry state of destruction, now looked just as it had before. Lines of empty shelves with only the company of dust, floors and walls spotless and a ceiling that reached a perfectly normal height for the manor, all was completely the same as it had been aside from the two books on the floor, their pages tattered and torn, eaten away by the ides of time.
With stars in her teary eyes, Eri sniffles and rubbed at them, smudging her glittery makeup in the process. What a bittersweet sensation she was feeling!! ---------
“Awww...no fair!” The ghost laughed despite its words in Fumi and Derek's portion of the hallway. The doors began opening and closing simultaneously as the sheet figure clapped what was supposed to be its hands, creating a cacophony of slamming and clapping. “Great job!! That was so fun!!”
With the doors all closing, the ghost gave a quick spin of its body, form twisting as if there was nothing beneath it, until it was a tightly wound rope of white sheet that then disappeared.
Fumi was huffing and puffing, her chest burning slightly from the physical activity. Sure, she ran and did a lot when it came to her job...but not so extensively. With a heavy sigh, Fumi was running her hand over her forehead when Derek appeared and made the bold move of touching her hair, making her glare slightly as she jutted out her bottom lip. Screw this guy! She would have totally had this in the bag if not for this stupid technicality!
Grunting and dragging her feet, Fumi made her way to the main hall just as Derek did, the exception being her pouting the entire way.
On the opposite hallway, the small ghost let out an amused gasp as Cian flew through its cold body. With a resigned sigh, the small ghost outstretched its arms and gave a barely discernible shrug, laughing afterwards as it turned around to face the two in the hallway. “Darn, looks like I lost!!” Similarly to the events in the opposite hallway, the ghost and its doors began to clap before it disappeared.
However, back at the entrance to the main staircase’s hallway, the two figures appeared with their ghostly hands appearing from beneath the sheets, their small fingers purpled and bruised while they intertwined with each other, their ghostly laughs pouring from beneath the sheets. “A long time ago, we were playing tag above the stairs…” They began to mingle in each others sentences, beginning and ending where one stopped. “Mother warned us not to...but it was a boring party. So we wanted to see who could tag the other first!” “It was me, by the way.” The ghost on the left seemed to stand a bit taller, beaming with as much pride as a covered ghost could. “But when we started running… I tripped!” “And then I did too!” “And we went falling and falling and falling...then after that, we couldn't play tag anymore.”
There was a moment of sadness between the two before they perked up. “But then you all showed up and we got to do it again!” “Yeah, one last time!” Laughing, the small ghosts’ forms began to brighten, the sheets beginning to lift away, giving just a peek at the two small siblings whose forms were mangled and bruised, yet they couldn't have looked happier as they grinned widely, then disappeared.
Fumi stood at the foot of the stairs, shuddering at the events that had just took place. That was that, she was DONE with this ghost nonsense!! Shaking her head wildly, she held her hands up in a mock gesture of defeat, pushing past Derek to VERY CAREFULLY make her way down the stairs. Fumi just wanted to scoop up some more remaining food and then dip out of this hellish “party”. --------
Impatiently, the Chef waited as the girls bustled about his kitchen. As much as he would have taken any of his old employee’s fingers for touching his ingredients, the Chef was curious and dying to know if this measly group could really sate his appetite for passion.
The aromas that wafted were one part tantalizing...and another part questionable from Martha’s area, but he had seen and tasted a many questionable dish. One just simply cannot judge a dish on appearance alone! So alas, he waited, still batting his forehead with a rag in between the period of time it took for the girls to cook.
Just as he began to feel the itch of impatience shift into one of irritation and anger at the wait, it seemed that one of them had finally finished! The chef produced the knife from his back, brandishing it with practice between his fingers on one hand, his other outstretched and a nearby drawer rattled and shook before opening, sending a ally of cutlery his way. “This has the makings of an eye appealing dish, lass. Yet I will be the judge of if there is more to this than just the outside. First, we must wait for your companions, and then, I can judge!” He exclaimed loudly in a booming voice that shook the cabinets around. ---------
The group that exited the cellar would note that none of the others had fully arrived yet, save for the cranky girl who stomped down the stairs with hair as dark and stormy as the clouds still spiralling outside the windows. It seemed that not all was entirely done yet...for there was still one more challenge yet to be completed.
The chandelier hanging high in the center of the main banquet hall, where Gen had opted to stay alone in, began to flicker ominously before lowering to a dull hum of light. Strangely enough, in the distance, the smallest and faintest plucks of a soft piano chord could be heard…
All that was left was for the convergence of the groups, all of which could regale each other with their tales of strange victories, but was this truly all?....
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 4, 2017 23:14:03 GMT
Nicole lay limply in the little puddle of water she had made sliding down. She wasn't going to move. It wasn't worth it. Parties were terrible.
Jenifer grumbled at being ignored and went to finish her dish. She sniffed the air and sighed. Her best work. It was amazing what top of the line ingredients could do. "I'm ready, sir." She presented her dish to the ghostly figure. "SO AM I!" Martha yelled, slamming down an unrecognizable plate of what may have once been a side of salmon now slathered with random cheeses and slices of apple. Jenifer's nose curled at the smell alone and she back away. This girl was nuts.
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Post by Kuma on Jan 8, 2017 21:19:49 GMT
Falken arrived to the main room trying his very best not to start puking his innards all over the floor, he had a rep to maintain and he couldn’t show weakness. The Psycho Cyborg looked around, smile through the pain. -Heh, I got here first…- He made a small pause, his grin getting even wider. -Of course I’m here first, there isn't anybody as good as me- He whispered, while a small line of black liquid slowly dripped out the side of his mouth, dead nanites being expelled. He swiped the droplets with his thumb and once again checked the now deserted hall. But soon he realized that the place wasn’t empty, upon hearing, using regular, non enhanced, senses, the sound of Gen chewing up food. The Infamous Mercenary moved closer, leaning out a corner to meet the Hot-Blooded Boxer, who was basically consuming everything that was left on the tables. Falken didn’t notice him during the party, but something inside him snapped into place when he saw Gen.
A short flood of memories coming from the depths of his mainframe storage, fragmented images, like shards of a shattered crystal showing images of somebody who looked really similar to the man eating there, but in some sort of train crossing the desert, there was another man dressed in a black suit and using a motorcycle… The last bit of information was quite weird, as he also saw Crow Cementerio in said train. But Falken hadn't remembered anything about this. Still those images vanished as soon as they appeared, leaving only traces of their existence in the Psycho Cyborg’s mind. Leaving him really confused, that added up to the pain he was still suffering from his reckless drinking in the basement, thus putting him in a foul mood. He leaned against the wall, trying to keep his cool.
Inside the kitchen Rin patiently waited for the Ghost Chef deliberation, she was sure her dish was perfect, she even found the perfect wine to pair it with. Confidence, at least in this field, was something she didn’t lack.
Upstairs, sitting on a chair, the Beast Knight from Centris woke up, lazily opening his eyes. He felt his whole body much heavier than before, maybe because the Lion Costume he was wearing had absorbed quite a considerable amount of sweat on its inner linings, not enough to pass through the thick fabric, but more than enough to increase the weight of the whole thing. -Where?- He weakly asked, feeling a bit feverish as his looked around, barely moving his neck as he did.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jan 9, 2017 6:59:38 GMT
As Smith sees Amai's hand approaching his check he froze as he didn't know what to do. With his mind being overwhelm by the beauty of the woman in front of him he couldn't proper function anymore. Without his usual calm and collective self he fails to see the danger with the gesture. Her hand is nearly a few inches from touching his face, when suddenly he feels himself being lifted and pulled away from the succubus in one quick and smooth motion. Turning around he sees a massive Pikachu head. "Hey! Chase wh-" Before Smith could finish the soulless man delivers a fast punch to his chin. While he knocks out the billionaire, his eyes remain on Amai.
During her exchange with Eri he manage to arrive at the bottom of the stairs. He didn't really care about the whole scene, nor was he interested about the ghosts. But when he saw this demon try to seduce his ATM, he finally had a reason to step in. As he continues to hold up an unconscious Smith, he quickly throws him over his shoulder. He studies the succubus's face for a bit before he tells her, "With the exception of this guy, I don't care who you want to fuck, or mess with." He turns around and slowly walks away from her as he continues to speak, "Also, don't try this again. I really don't want to collect your ugly ass soul." he said coldly. He brings Smith back to his plant chair and places his comrade on the chair. He waves his hand and the plant chair begins to crawl along the floor as the roots at the bottom spread and grow until they become a couple of tentacle like legs. "There we go. Now I don't have to carry you everywhere."
Without much delay, the soulless man and his plant chair carrying Smith begin to move back towards the main banquet hall.
Shin wipes a single tear from his face as he hears the story from the two children. Once they have disappeared, he examines his mummy costume, which has been ruin from his running. No longer wrapping around his body perfectly. Annoyed at the state of his costume he waits for his clone to return and have the other Shin help him put his costume back together as best as he could before he decides to head back stairs. As he goes down the steps, he offers his praise to each group member for their role for helping the children.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jan 17, 2017 17:31:22 GMT
It seems that the basement group really were the first ones to finish dealing with a ghost. "Should we go help those upstairs?" Remilia asked, only barely registering the flickering of the lights. The sound of the piano also escaped her notice.
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Post by Obscuris on Jan 19, 2017 20:15:00 GMT
Arlana gave the thumb ups back to Shin with a doubtful smile on her lips, mostly because the fake lute she was carrying had smashed the back of her head when she threw her furry baseball. She walked down to where the ghost child had banished and picked the limp and knocked out mouse from the old floor. “He’s gonna be pissed when he wakes up, right?” Arlana turned inquisitively to Sun. The bird chuckled “You mean if he wakes up, that was one hell of a throw for a fat ass like you” he replied, jokingly.
The girl rolled her eyes and put the mouse on a warm pocket of her cloak, close to her heart. Despite Sun’s jokes, the young tarot seeker sighed with relief when she felt the tiny fur ball’s breathing and his legs twitching. As she walked down the hallway, she made a mental note to buy something for her poor makeshift weapon with the money of her next reading.
She and her foul mouthed companion listened to the ghost’s tale and the girl watched in awe as they glowed and vanished out of thin air. “Damn, that Eri chick really went all out with this Halloween thing” she muttered. As she followed the rest of the group down the stairs, keeping as much distance from Derek as she could, the girl wondered how the hell did all of that worked.
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Post by RedLenai on Jan 22, 2017 1:41:45 GMT
As the rest of the group started leaving the basement, the young priest did the same. He glanced at Falken, his own instinct told him that something wasn't alright with the Infamous Mercenary. He was about to ask him but when he noticed that Falken just leaned against a wall, probably the mercenary needed a bit of space for himself. As he observed the rest of the place, he saw Fumi. He remembered that Derek went with that girl! He was about to ask her where was the pompous prince until he noticed that he was coming down the stairs. He tried to hug him but the other just moved to evade the "bearhug Attack"
How mean! I was trying to hug you! - The angel spoke as his wings started moving but without doing nothing important.
I don't want you to hug me - The prince answered as he glanced at his friend - why you smell like alcohol?
Drunk ghost, he is now in peace after knowing that what he needed was friendship and not drinking - The boy said with a proud smile
Talking about that, ghostfacer, two ghost kids, didn't listen to mommy, died by running in the stairs - Derek wasn't in the mood of talking, and Thomas knew that.
It didn't took too much for him to figure out that Derek had to play with the ghost kids... he hated kids and playing! Thomas sighed as he went upstairs to do his service. It took him some minutes and then he returned. As he walked, he noticed the sound of the piano... probably that could improve Derek's mood! He was right about to tell him that until he almost stumbled with Arlana.
I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean that - The boy said as he let her walk before him. Then he remembered what he was talking with Heatwave before, that he had the name of a Power Ranger! Thinking about that all of a sudden made him start smiling, in other worlds, she probably was telling him that he was cool too!
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 23, 2017 7:04:34 GMT
"HEATWAVE HAS VANQUISHED THE ALCOHOLIC GHOST!" Ash announced as she stumbled up the stairs after Falken, leaping onto a table as she had done earlier and standing triumphantly above the rest of the group. "Your cheers and thanks are welcomed! But the ghost was of no challenge to a perfect hero like myself, for alcohol has no effect on perfection!" The 'hero' lied, for the little amount of alcohol she consumed was easily spread through her body that was much lighter than a normal girl her size.
Not caring about what everyone else was doing, Ash hears Remilia suggest something about a piano...which Ash hears after she stops talking for a moment. Taking a step forward and pointing toward where she thought the sound was coming from, Ash leaped off the table to land back onto the ground. "Remillie has a point! I shall investigate the mysterious piano disturbance!" And with that, Ash takes off toward the source...running in what hardly could be called a straight line.
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Cadence watched as Amai talked with Eri, her face having the ever-present blank expression she always seemed to have. She didn't even change expression when Amai called her a 'cadaver', the plant doll not caring what Amai called her. Once Amai rejected Eri, Cadence watched her move onto flirting with Smith...and blankly looked back at Eri. The fairy seemed to be saddened by this situation...what should she do about this? Thinking back to the shows Cadence watched with her family, a scene pops into her head that seemed to fix the situation on the television.
Walking up to Eri, Cadence lightly patted her on the head twice. "...it's fine...you saw her true nature...shallow..." Dealing with people's emotional problems wasn't something Cadence was great at, but hopefully speaking logically would be helpful. "...let's go..." And with that, Cadence extends her colorful, flower-filled couch if Eri wanted to ride that back downstairs. If she wanted to walk, so be it.
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Post by Iris on Feb 7, 2017 4:04:39 GMT
“Tch, ouch. What a hook.~” The succubus said so in delight, showing no semblance of concern for poor Smith; seeing the adorable fool’s head snap in such a way was immensely satisfying. As Chase gathered the unconscious man, Amai only continued to look smug, rolling her eyes dramatically at his oh so edgy warning. “Ooh, good threat. Now if only it worked that way.” Giving a wiggle of her fingers, Amai wondered who she should set her sights on next...and unfortunately for the not so cowardly lion, he awoke at the worst time.
Eri was forlorn, to say the least as all the events transpired. Never in her life had such a rejection wounded her..bit feeling the strange pat on her head, Eri looked up slightly at the usually emotionless doll in shock, only for her eyes to gleam over with new tears, a low whine following after. “Oh Cadence!” Crying again, touched by what she saw as the doll genuinely caring, Eri lunged forward to coil her arms around Cadence in an uninvited hug, trudging beside the doll while she sniffled loudly. “You really do care!!” Through her entire, mostly one-sided debacle, she had missed Chase slugging Smith...something she probably would have scolded for, had she caught it.
At her beckoning, Eri sniffed loudly and fanned her hands in front of her eyes, blinking rapidly as she tried to rid the tears. “I'll be right down, I promise, I just...just have to compose myself.” The lessening of guests in the room was putting her poor heart into disarray. With Chase, Cadence, and Smith gone, that left Eri with two unfortunate guests...and the woman her heart was still yearning for.
Running her fingertips over her runny makeup, hands stained in pastel colors and glitter, Eri looked over to the once snoozing guest who had awoken. She had forgotten about the poor man, gods was she an awful hostess! “Oh, Mr. Callis! Are you alright?” She mused through her stuffy voice, fanning herself too as she stood a good distance away for once, not wishing to be seen up close in her current state. “You look a little heated...do you need any help getting downstairs? Are you thirsty?” An unlucky situation for the poor Beast Knight on both ends, but one was at least significantly better than the other.
Then, to the source of water she now noticed at her feet, Eri looked towards the seated Nicole in dismay. She had just had these floors done! “Ohhhh..the water damage…” She lamented softly, but sighed gently as she tried to put the worry away. At least the girl seemed okay..and rather content to sit in the puddle at that. “Well um…Miss! I believe we are heading back downstairs, please feel free to arrive at your...errr...leisure.”
Turning back around, Eri felt the hardest part of all this was even looking at Amai. It was a kind of longing she hadn't felt in such a long time...but Amai, noticing her stare, simply looked at her nails and turned her back on the small group to exit. She wouldn't even spare her a glance!! Again, Eri felt her eyes well up and she rubbed at them profusely before giving a sloppy, quick bow to the remaining two. “Please forgive me, I… I need to head down as well!” With a hastened pace, she left in tears, sniffling all the way. What a horrible party she had thrown!! ---------
Fumi was grumpy, to say the least. Bits of her costume seemed to be missing from the amount of times she had shifted in the hallway, leaving her with a minimal amount of strips to cover her; the black unitard beneath more visible, the utter lack of any actual costume apparent. She had come here for snacks, not for spooks! This is what she got for trying to participate in things...maybe she was better off just sticking to the shadows alone after all.
With a huff, Fumi hopped onto one of the nearest tables, seated comfortably as she folded her legs and crossed her arms, peering out at those reappearing...as well as noting that annoying guy from before. Seemed he was in a worse mood too; good, something they could agree on.
Fumi waited to see their hostess, wanting a way to go back to the comfort of her apartments, but that was when she heard the faint piano grow slightly louder, making her head perk up as she looked around in confusion. Where was that sound even coming from? Giving another huff, the girl’s breath turned foggy and a chill rose against her exposed skin. ---
The Chef looked at the various dishes splayed before him, large hands deftly lifting and shifting them as he inspected the group's handiwork. The meals seemed to prominently display the attitudes of those who'd made them, apparent from their own special presentations and hints of their personality; the regality, the eagerness, the hot-headedness...There was something refreshing about seeing ones feelings placed on a plate, and not simply just to appease the consumer.
The spectre's beefy arms folded across his chest, threatening to burst the seams of his shirt around his shoulders. Cradling his chin in one hand, he appraised each of the plates with an unmoving expression, a stoic visage, looking from their dish to their creators, only to laugh boisterously. "Yes, yes, I can feel it...your personhood in these dishes. While they could use some work visually..." He held the last word while looking at Martha's messy plate. "There is passion here, there is an art here, unbridled potential that must merely be molded and formed like...like a fine meatball!” He gestured passionately with his hands, his fingers soon holding to cutlery as he nodded to himself, reinvigorated. “Now, I shall taste!”
The chef was sitting back, hand over his mouth and a pile of food on the ground. It seemed he had forgotten a key downside of being a ghost...he couldn't actually eat. “Well.” He stated suddenly, slamming both his palms to the table as he rose. “I will seem it passable! Through your presentation and skills, I have seen that which I have seen missing in so many in my profession! The desire to cook, the ability to taste, the feeling you put into a dish!” He laughed loudly, a hearty and booming sound with his hands on his hips. The burners in the kitchen flares, bright blue and sizzling while cabinet doors fluttered open and closed. Silverware clacked together in their drawers, plates and glass shaking loudly, and the Chef began to glow brightly. “Yes, yes, very good! Go out and chase your culinary dreams, young chefs!!” A loud ding of the oven timer went off and with a flash, the man was gone.
The kitchen seemed as normal as any other, its pristine condition littered only by the preparations from dinner earlier. As a matter of fact, it seemed all the staff were missing, almost like they had disappeared mid cleanup…
The doorway out was clear, freely allowing the once trapped guests to leave. ---
The guests continued to converge in the main dining hall and the temperature continued to drop. Eri nervously made her way down the stairs, trying hard to fix her sullied appearance, wishing to barely look anyone in the eye. “Ah, greetings! Em…” At a loss for words, she stood at the bottom step, clearing her throat to try and start anew, however the sultry sound of a trumpet interrupted her, making her jump.
Above the group, a specter watched, trying hard to find the proper vessel, being exceptionally careful to avoid a few. The small, unassuming one seemed decent enough...so it made its plunge into the unsuspecting Fumi, causing her to gasp sharply as the coldest chill of her life pulsed through her body.
Fumi’s body that sat went limp for just a second, only to rose up with a half lidded gaze, a pout to her lips. What a small body this girl had, she would need readjusting on the mic stand. Fumi pat her palms against her bare knees and gently hopped down, a different nature to her walk, one of strange and unwitting seduction and pride. With a smirk on her face, she opened her mouth and prepared to speak...only to find nothing coming out. Immediately, she touched at her throat in surprise, looking about in pure confusion. Why couldn't this one talk?! She had a performance to give and this was wasting time! With a muted growl of discontent, she tossed her head up with a "hmph" and disconnected from this pathetic host, causing Fumi to drop like a lead weight.
She needed a new vessel, a better one! A stronger one, one that could at least speak!
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Post by HungryHunter on Feb 7, 2017 5:20:49 GMT
Nicole looked up with reluctance. It appeared dumb things had stopped happening. She still didn't want to get up. She put her arms around Amai's leg. "Take me back. Royalty commands it." She grumbled. She didn't have the energy to deal with this and she liked Amai for reasons she didn't understand. She would be carried like any real royalty.
"Passable! Hah! I'm the best!" Martha cheered. "Sure." Jenifer rolled her eyes and gathered what remained of her dish. "Hey. Want to trade recipes?" She smiled at Rin. She could use some friends and a fellow decent cook worked out pretty good for her. "Come on, let's find a place to eat. There are some tables in the dining hall." She left to find a table, hoping Rin would follow. Behind her, Martha sniffed at her own food and was snapped out of her delusion. "Ugh. Guess this is why Yuu cooks..." She held her nose and followed, entering the dance hall to see Fumi collapsed on the floor. "Kid! You okay!?" She ran up to check on the small woman, ignoring everything around her.
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Post by TimePuppy on Feb 20, 2017 17:24:17 GMT
Remilia rushed to Fumi's side to help her up alongside Martha. Noticing that most of the people who went to help the ghosts were here, she looked around for the spirit who tasked them with helping them in the first place. "Ghost, most of us are here. Do we need to help you pass on, too?"
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Post by Obscuris on Mar 13, 2017 22:04:11 GMT
Arlana happily skipped down the stairs, proud of herself, after catching one of the ghosts and winning that round of the game. Sun glided indolently at her side. The girl felt a sting of remorse from time to time when the poor unconscious mouse on her pocket came to mind but, overall and despite the fact that she was brought to that mansion unwillingly, she felt better than she had felt on days. Loneliness has some hastily acting cures.
She almost run into a childish priest at the bottom of the stairs, her head minding her own business. “Wow there!” She exclaimed and, in a display of unusual and almost comical agility by her part, Arlana managed to dodge the Thomas and Derek. “Don´t worry about it, I’m clumsy too!” she answered over her shoulder as she made her way to one of the tables. Chasing after a ghost child through a weird and never-ending hall wasn´t something that happened every day, but it certainly whet her appetite. Plus, all that she had earned a big fat sandwich after all that running!
As she prepared a glorious sandwich at one of the tables, the girl notice Sun absently standing over the tablecloth. “Hey dickhead” she called, reaching from some bread sliced and putting them over the flaming sparrow to toast them “Something wrong?” The bird gave her a meaningful stare for a few seconds and then snorted “Nah, just thinking about how fat you´ll get if you eat that” The girl offered her most poisonous glare as she bit down “Gish, yo sough knogh howgh to keep my spfirfts upg!” she groaned, with her mouth full as she turned around to see Fumi fall down like a ragdoll. “Goly harp!” she exclaimed as she ran towards the fainted body of the smoke thief and missing the worrisome eyes of Sun following her through the hall.
Arlana reached Martha and examined both of them “Is she ok?” she asked, the sandwich still on her hands, after making a titanic effort to swallow what was on her mouth. “Are you her mother?” she asked Martha “She run a lot after a ghost kid, maybe she got too tired? Do you feed her?” As always, the girl jumped to conclusion absurdly fast.
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Post by Kuma on Mar 15, 2017 2:01:22 GMT
-Ugh…- Callis grunted, cleaning the sweat from his brow with the furry sleeve of his costume. This wasn’t effective at all, as the fabric was drenched on his sweat, as he had been left on his own after fainting inside a onesie made of artificial fur inside a well heated house. The Beast Knight was too exhausted to care about the closeness of Eri and her scent, but he was still gentlemanly enough to see her cry. He weakly extended his hand, trying to clean her tears, but she didn’t stay long enough for him to reach her, as she turned around, mesmerized by Amai. The Beast Knight fell into unconciousness again.
Rin left the kitchen, containing a tiny smirk of superiority until she left. -And Gen says my food is too fancy to be good.- She whispered with pride. -Even a ghost with an ethereal tongue has better taste than him.- The Youngest Shishioh stopped dead on her tracks, realized the absolute madness of the phrase she just murmured to herself. A couple of years ago she would’ve checked herself into a madhouse just for considering something like what just happened.
But this moment of disbelief was interrupted when two different ideas connected on her brain. “Gen” and “Food”. She realized she left Gen eating alone on the living room and rushed to see that her brother, who had a distinct lack of impulse control after the events in that enigmatic lab, and never had impulse control to begin with, and how he was doing, hoping he didn’t gorge himself to death with finger food.
Falken kept to himself, trying to figure out what the hell he just saw… Maybe it was connected to that enigmatic lab. The Cyborg Mercenary wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, putting most of his amazing computing power into analyzing the rapidly decaying flashes of informantion inside his mainframe, something was forcibly erasing those images. Maybe somebody had done that before, or was still doing it now.
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Post by RedLenai on Mar 18, 2017 1:46:41 GMT
The only thing that happened in the middle of the chaos was Derek's voice yelling, he was SO annoyed right now. Like nothing wasn't getting his mood back to "normal" and his tongue was ready to spit some venom.
OH MY GOD! Why do you think that every blonde that is close to her is her damn sibling?!?!??! I'm not his brother, she is no the mother, the girl that is not a child is not fucking twelve and she came ALONE, I saw her, for God's sake! - He said really violently to the poor Arlana who now was dealing with the bad temper of a narcisist prince who didn't liked playing and kids. His cheeks were almost red because of his own anger, he grabbed his hat and threw it to the floor. He didn't care if he was fucked up in the brain, fucking ghosts or fucking whatever this was going the worst party in he world! Now they needed to take care of probably a comatose or whatever!
Thomas couldn't do nothing during that time, he tried to focus on both Fumi, Derek and Ash. But his fanaticism was stronger than him.
Miss Heatwave, are you alright? - The boy said as he followed her. Also he was really excited! What if he had the chance to prove that he could be a Superhero too? Better to have his senpai by his side! - I think you should drink some water! Kids loves to follow an incredible example of good health and hydrated body! - He also wanted to take care of her, after all she drank too much along with Falken! Thankfully he had some practice with Derek... knowing him, probably the other boy needed a good slap on the face, or probably a good scold but a the slap wasn't a bad idea. Derek sometimes needed to shake off his brain!
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Post by waybig1010101 on Mar 18, 2017 7:02:57 GMT
As Chase enters the room with the out cold billionaire, he couldn't help but wonder why he bother to show up to these events. They always ended up resulting in crap happening, and it usually ends up being crap he has to deal with. Examining Smith one more time he couldn't believe that he was affected by that succubus. "Guess I'll try to detox him with some chaos energy...though..." he studies his arm for a moment, "If I'm not careful, I could drive him insane." Figuring that is not a risk worth taking, he'll just make sure that Amai stays way from him. His eyes also look up to spot the spiritual presence that he is senseing, and without much trouble he sees the specter glaring at the group. "The fuck is going on now," he thought to himself.
Within moments, he sees the phantom enters Fumi's body. His eyebrow raises slightly as he wonders whats going to happen next, but when he notice that Fumi couldn't talk he begins to chuckle as he quickly figure out the ghost's plan and its failure. Making sure to keep an eye on Smith, he begins to walk over to the specter. As he approaches he debates whatever or not to attempt to absorb this spirit here and now, and be done with this. Though that could just make the situation worse if this spirit has an extremely strong connection to this place. Beside, this night could end up being quite amusing depending on what this entity as to say. Once his smirk disappears, he finally reaches the specter and ask,
"So what exactly are you trying to say?"
To those who are not spiritually aware, Chase may appear to be talking to no one in particular, though one lad coming down the stairs could tell that the pokemon dude is addressing someone. The young swordsman dressed as a mummy makes his way to the bottom of the steps and tries to see if anyone else is picking up what he is noticing. Though, he wouldn't be surprise if no one else is. Being able to deal with spirits seems to be rare for people in this world. Walking over to Eri, he points over to Chase's general area and says, "Tell me you are seeing what I'm seeing."
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Post by Vapovile on Apr 24, 2017 22:30:44 GMT
Ash was completely in her own world at this point, having drunk enough alcohol to make the buff doll even more self-absorbed than ever. She stops running and looks at Thomas, thinking for a moment and standing up proudly. "If kids wish to follow the perfect example of greatness, I shall show them the proper way to drink water!" Dashing off toward the bar, Ash grabs the largest cup she could find and fills it up with water from the tap, drinking it all down within seconds and filling it up for another round. She drinks 4 large glasses before slamming the cup down onto the counter and standing triumphantly. "There! 4 glasses of water and you won't need to worry about hydrating yourself!" Ash says, ignoring the crowd of people around Fumi.
Meanwhile, Cadence stood perfectly still as Eri hugged her. She didn't like to be hugged at all. Once Eri left, Cadence sat back in her chair and made her way to where the rest of the group was gathered. The issue seemed to be under control by everyone here, so Cadence decided to stay away from the crazy people and take stock of what was going on. The girl everyone was huddled around seemed to be unable to speak...so perhaps they could communicate with her using sign language. But Cadence didn't care about that. Reaching into her skirt pocket, Cadence took her medal and flicked it up into the air, catching it and looking at the result...momentarily forgetting this wasn't a normal coin with heads and tails for sides. "...shame..." The plant doll remarks to herself as she places it back into her skirt pocket. How does anyone find outfits like these practical?
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