#( ghosthalfa 01 )

[blue-justice]

"Shoulda picked something with wings, man. Maybe you should see if the app will you change fursonas? If your phone still has any battery, I mean. Unfortunately I can't just charge it up for you with a snap of my fingers or whatever." Sonic quips from inside. Then he pauses. "Oh! If you grow a second tail you should see if you could fly by using them like a butt-copter! Butt helicopter. My brother Tails back home flies like that."

The burrow is a lot roomier on the inside. It's practically one of those mini houses children play around and everything. Except the furniture is mostly animal pelts for rugs, some sleeping bags, and a bunch of blankets. Oh, and some salvaged beanbag chairs. The ceiling definitely isn't high enough for anyone above 5'0 to do anything but crouch... But it's taller than one would expect.

The little blue creature is already reclining in one of them by the time Danny's halfway inside. "So... You're more like uhhh— " Sonic pauses, drumming his fingers against the fabric of his chair absently as he tries to recall something. "If there's something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call~?"

His singing could use some work. He laughs, clearly amused with himself even if the reference might be something only he will get, because of multiverse stuff... A world without the classic Ghostbusters theme song must be pretty tragic. He loves how catchy it is.

"I mean, 'course I'll try my best to pull you in, but you're like twice my size and I don't have any of my usual strength to throw around for ya." He blinks. Tilts his head as he watches Danny shuffle inside. Or try to? "...Are you stuck?"

        danny started to walk, lifting his knees high in the air to navigate the deep snowdrifts without tripping and falling on his face. even though it was true that the cold was little more than a slight nipping at his cheeks, it didn't mean he wanted a face full of icy wetness. ❝ I mean—technically? ❞ danny held his palm out flat in front of him, teetering it side to side with a shrug. ❝ My hometown has a major problem with getting attacked by ghosts. It's my job to stop them and throw them back where they came from. I've never heard of a bat-man or a super guy or anything like that, though. ❞ a giant bat ghost was the last thing he needed.

    danny watched the other flit around him almost longingly, hyperaware of the gravity pushing him into the ground. It had always felt more like a suggestion in his ghost form, so being shackled to it now? it felt almost insulting. ❝ Man, I wish. All I got were these dumb things, ❞ a finger gently flicked one ear, ❝ and a bad manicure. What I wouldn't give to be flying again, even if it's not how I'm used to. ❞

    ❝ ...Man. ❞ danny couldn't help but puff his cheeks a bit as he crouched at the rather small cave entrance. ❝ It's a good thing I take after my mom. ❞ the snow was uncomfortable against his hands and knees as the halfa began to shimmy his way inside, huffing a laugh. ❝ If I get stuck, you better help me out. ❞

[godperi]

@ghosthalfa

Getting familiar with one's surroundings means exploring, but exploring means inevitable exhaustion when being here in the first place apparently means not being able to fly the way he's used to. Walking is tiring, as is relying on teleportation a lot more than he usually would. Human means of transportation are there, but they aren't a completely foolproof solution.

Peri finds an unoccupied patch of grass to flop down onto, only needing a rest but thinking with dramatic exaggeration that he might as well stay here forever. Yeah, that sounds good right now. He lays on his back with his arms splayed out, lamenting out loud to no one--or to anyone who happens to hear.

"How do people do this all the time?" Y'know... Use their legs, that they have, like he also does?

[manifcst]

@ghosthalfa

JED HAS USED A PHONE ONCE OR TWICE, the old clunky ones like what they've got on the museum's front desk. He doesn't understand a lick of how it works and doesn't care to - not like he's ever used it for anything other than calling Larry, which he was strongly encouraged to stop doing anyhow - but he's vaguely familiar.

The little thing they stuck him with upon his arrival isn't quite like that. 'Course it's not quite like the computer he and Octavius sometimes commandeer, either. He's been poking around at the thing for a day and a half trying to make it do what he wants, which is a tall order when the thing seems to do so darn much, so he's quick to jump at the best option to figure it all out: if he knows one thing about teenagers thanks to hanging around Nick, it's that they're real into phones.

"Hey, you. Giant Junior." He's taken to lingering on the back of benches, the better to ambush folks into paying attention to him - hard for them to evade noticing him when he leaps right down beside them the moment they take a seat. "What in the Sam Hill is a wifi?"

[thenameoftheflame]

"You're the only one keeping score here. But now you've got me curious- how are those ice powers of yours doing anyway, Phantom? Care to give a frosty little demo, see if you can get another one up on me?"

        ❝ Whaaat? I would never. But if we're keeping score against ghosts that have flaming hair versus those that don't, I actually think I'm winning here. And I'd even say my ice powers give me bonus points. ❞

[wingherc]

｢𓆄｣ Yuck...Whatever this green goop was, it was getting stuck on the rubber soles of his shoes, and the tips of his feathers that touched the ground. Even trying to flare his wings to shake it off wasn't exactly helping.

It made the wings adorning his back heavy, making them drag even further to the ground as they were basically working like a large siphon. That might not be good.

"Nope. Sorry. Still alive. All flesh and blood right here." To prove his point, he pulled at the dimple of his cheek, stretching it until it was taut. "See!"

"I think this is my business, since I've been oh so kindly swept to this goopy world: define easier. Is this place dangerous?"

"...And do I smell damp cardboard?"

@wingherc we are fighting god?

          if pressed, danny wasn’t sure he could tell someone what he dreamed about on a nightly basis. his days were so filled with chaos, attending high school, fighting ghosts, juggling his social life with sam and tucker and keeping ahead of his parent’s ghost hunting, that he didn’t spend much of his time sleeping anyway. so what he actually dreamt of when he got the chance to? well, that hadn’t seemed to matter as much. at least not since he’d beaten nocturne and his sleepwalkers and driven them out of amity park. so it was a surprise even to danny when green unfurled around him, ectoplasm seeping into the atmosphere and swirling across his vision until danny found himself in a perfect replica of the ghost zone.

     well. he hadn’t expected that to happen. nor did he expect to be met with the fact that he’d accidentally dragged someone else into this dream ghost zone. but a turn of his head was all it took to reveal the winged man beside him, and danny couldn’t help the grimace that twisted his mouth at the realization.

     ❝ Heck. You’re not, like, a ghost or anything by chance, are you? Cause let me tell you, it would make it much easier on me if you were. ❞

[swordofdeath]

"I hope you can." In a further distance, there is that 'one' person who was filled with malice and murder on her mind, armed with a blade.

Unohana sighs as the assailant was not looking at her directly but at Danny. Perhaps a penchant to kill that's weaker, especially stripped off by the stars. The assailant talked first.

"Well aren't you looking so cute~ Let me kill you, alright?" Right when she was supposed to kill Danny, it was effortlessly countered by precisely grabbing her arm, twisting and dropped her weapon by Unohana.

"I don't normally save anyone but you're an exception." Kicking Kronya off along with her weapon, she'd face the assailant with merely a wooden sword and they clashed by toying her movements.

"Stay there or she will kill you for real."

        wary blue eyes tracked over the strange woman as danny took a step to the side—not quite moving to or away from her, but slanting the angle of his gaze to better watch her from. as she asked her question, though, his head tilted slightly, the space between his eyes furrowing gently as he frowned. did he have any weapons? technically, he supposed, the answer was no. he'd been stripped of most of his abilities, his ectoblasts included, and even the fenton thermos had been taken from him. but... still. he wasn't going to admit that to her.

    ❝ Oh, uh, yeah, of course I do. Trust me, I can take care of myself. ❞ well, that wasn't usually a lie.

[gungnirclad]

ƒ. He was having fun with her reaction, wasn't he? He even did the thing of letting his hand go through his body and all! It was hard to get spooked at a ghost that acted in such a silly way. Fortunately.

Anyway, Bikki wasn't precisely nervous. She was just weird. Consistently weird.

❝ Haha! Wait... What am I going to tell the paramedics if you're already dead? ❞ ... You're kind of assuming that. Aren't you? Well, at least she's confident because their foe doesn't seem to be in Hibiki's priorities right now. ❝ Tech-what? ❞ What kind of joke was that?

Okay. Focus for a moment. What's important here is that, technically, Phantom can't be hurt. That's a relief. That means she can go as hard as she wants without a worry, right? I mean besides the colosseum itself. ❝ Anyway. Gotcha! Let me take care of it! ❞ Yeah, let's just get this ov-

BOOM!

The field trembled the moment she raised her leg and vehemently stomped the ground below to get into 'posture'. Leaving a rather sizeable crater around her!

ALL SYSTEMS GREEN

LIMITED OPERATION

48:54... 48:53

Wait, was that music coming out of the armor?

!!!

In a sudden movement, helped by the thrusters of her armor, Tachibana rushed forwards. That's not going low!

Their mechanical foe quickly drew its beam sword and hopped off the ground in an attempt to slow down the incoming orange threat. A red light on its visor indicating that it was tracking Danny's intention as well. This just went from 0 to 60 in a second!

❝ ♪ Itten toppa no ketsui no migite! ♪

[My right hand of the decision to keep breaking through] ❞

Wait, she's singing?!

        danny couldn't help the crooked grin that split his face as she went through the very familiar "you're a ghost?!" song and dance he heard so often. it had been awhile since anyone in amity park had done it, given the frequency of ghost attacks, and he couldn't exactly lie that it was pretty fun to be experiencing it again. ❝ Yep! ❞ his hands swept to either side of him in a 'ta-da' gesture, gloved fingers wiggling dramatically. ❝ See-through and all. Pretty cool, huh? ❞ at least, sometimes, but danny wasn't gonna tell her that.

    as she kept talking, though, he couldn't help the way his eyebrows rose slightly, blinking rapidly at the sudden influx of information. maybe that was... normal where she was from? or maybe just nerves? danny couldn't tell, but it was definitely a surprise to him. heck, he didn't even know sam's blood type. but if the halfa was capable of anything, it was rolling with the punches, so he merely shrugged and upped the wattage back onto his smile.

    ❝ Neat! If we really suck at this, I'll know what blood type to tell the paramedics to give you. ❞ danny's eyes crinkled in amusement, belying that he was joking, but before he could say anymore his head whipped around—because that was a big robot. ❝ Oh, wow. Back home that's what we call Technus bait. ❞

    ❝ Uhhh... technically, no? ❞ as long as he activated his intangibility on time, which was... not totally reliable, if history stood. ❝ Not unless it has ecto-weapons, but I'd be surprised if it did. They're not super well-known by most people. ❞ gently pushing off from the ground, danny drifted upwards, his palms warming with the familiar heat of ectoblasts even as his fists began to glow a toxic green. ❝ I can distract it and draw fire, if you want to go low! I'm fast enough to keep ahead. ❞

[blue-justice]

Yeah, the whole multidimensional thing was a lot to wrap one's head around. But really. This place was so different that it clearly couldn't be either of their Earths. Anyways. Sonic is so jelly. They want a cool superhero costume. Wait— "Soooo you are a superhero? Do you know Batman? Superman? Flash? I've read, like, so many comic books—" They ask, extremely excited at the mere thought. Phantom didn't outright deny it, so...

Right. They gotta get out of the cold! With a flap of their wings they lift themself up into the air, flying circles around Phantom for a moment to examine the animalistic features he was talking about.

"Oh, yeah, you mean the fursona transformation thing? It's different for everyone I think, but it's meant to help you survive I guess. Iunno, I try not to worry about it. I can fly and stuff now, so like. Can't complain!"

They laugh, twirl around in the air a bit, before heading off deeper into the woods. "C'mon! There's a cave we can chill in not far from here."

True to their word, there really was a small cave not too far from where they met. The entrance was a little... Small, though. "I promise it's roomier on the inside," Sonic laughs, before walking right on in. Being barely 3 ft tall sure does have its perks.

        danny couldn't help the way he blinked rapidly, absorbing the information he was rapid-fire receiving sluggishly. ❝ Wait wait wait—are you saying we're not on Earth? ❞ his hand was tugged from sonic's grasp to splay against his own chest dramatically. because sure, he knew this place was weird. like, weird weird, but still. technically even the ghost zone still felt like it was on earth, so this? danny couldn't help but be overwhelmed at the idea.

    ❝ Okay, other universes I kinda know about, ❞ danny couldn't help the slight grimace at the thought of his evil future self, whose fate he still wasn't sure about after vlad had taken him away, ❝ But another planet? ❞ he laughed, a nervous but excited sound. ❝ Dude, I am not ready to think about that. ❞

    ❝ Oh, the suit? Uhhh—technically, I guess? I don't really feel cold much anymore. ❞ in this form, at least. ice core for the win. ❝ I wouldn't say no to some shelter, though. ❞ danny lifted up a booted foot, shaking off the snow that clung to above his knees. ❝ Being immune to the cold doesn't mean I wanna get buried. Plus, ❞ clawed hands came up to brush against the ears poking through his hair. ❝ the longer I stay out here, the worse whatever this is seems to get. ❞

[thenameoftheflame]

"Feh. You'll just find whatever lame excuse you can to disagree with me, huh, dipstick? Well I hope you don't think it makes you special- most ghosts run cold anyway. I'm the exception. "

    �� Speak for yourself. I rather like the cold. ❞

[blue-justice]

"I mean, technically, you're also an alien, assuming you're not one of the locals." Sonic laughs as he shakes Danny's hand. His own bright green eyes watch curiously as Danny's clear change in tune.

"But, yeah! I'm from the planet Mobius. There's actually other Mobians running around, but I think most of them are from universes where we're native to Earth alongside humans, or something like that. Crazy, right?"

He leans back against the tree casually, taking in the other's appearance. The white hair, glowing green eyes, and black jumpsuit is honestly pretty cool. He tilts his head. "Does the, like, superhero fit even provide you with any insulation? I mean, it's super cool looking, but like. You wanna head inside somewhere first, maybe? There's some shelter not far from here."

        danny couldn't help the way his face scrunched as the other ( sonic, he said his name was ) talked, saying more and more bewildering things. the halfa had already been a little freaked out just to find someone so obviously out of danny's usual playlist of rogues, and now he was talking about different planets? not to mention that danny had never seen a hedgehog in person, but from internet pictures, he was almost certain that's not what they looked like. although, phantom thought as he tilted his head to survey sonic, it's not like i haven't technically seen weirder stuff.

    ❝ So you're... an alien? Like, from space? ❞ there was a spark in those green eyes now as danny stepped closer, leaning forward slightly. his arms were crossed loosely in front of his chest as he let his gaze roam over the hedgehog, interest clear in his expression now. because while he didn't know anything about aliens, he did know about space and planets, and the thought of meeting someone from way out in the vast darkness? that was something he wanted to hear more about.

    ❝ Sorry, I guess I've been out in this cold too long. ❞ danny took the outstretched hand, even as he offered an apologetic smile of his own. ❝ I'm Phantom. ❞

[blue-justice]

Sonic may or may not have been lighting dozing in a nearby tree, while waiting for prey to make an appearance. At the sound of crunched snow, large ears prick attentively and swivel towards the source— his little nose twitching as he tries to make sense of what was coming closer without opening his eyes to the bright light of day.

Well, something showed up alright, but it's not dinner. Dinner doesn't open its mouth and ask him what he is. Groggily, he cracks open an eye and squints at the other teenager. It takes him a second to process what was even said.

"Dude. What? No, 'm not dead. I mean, I don't think so." He fluffs up his fur and feathers, feeling equal parts bewildered and indignant. "I'm a hedgehog, obviously. Well, not an Earth hedgehog, since 'm from a different planet an' all— but y'know. Also, like, what happened to just saying hi? Isn't that how people are supposed to greet each other? Here, lemme show ya,"

He pauses, then hops down on a lower branch to get much closer. "Hi there! I'm Sonic. What's your name?" He then promptly holds out a gloved hand, a friendlier grin on his face.

@blue-justice ♡'d for an event starter!

       snow crunched under booted feet as danny stomped his way through the trees, small furred ears ( there were ears. ears on top of his head ) perked forward to catch any sound they could instinctually. he didn't exactly find himself with much of a destination beyond away, away from whatever crazy events were happening in this ancients-forsaken place. and away, evidently, meant finding himself trudging through the huge snow drifts that had settled at the trunks of the trees that inhabited this forest, doing his best not to get swallowed by them. because of course, even as phantom, he couldn't fly. which meant walking through this winter forest, alone and much colder than he was used to even being able to feel.

            or maybe... not so alone?

   ❝ Uhhh. Are you... a ghost? ❞ despite not feeling the cold of his ghost sense fill his mouth, and the lack of an aura, danny couldn't exactly imagine what else this person was besides a ghost. he'd certainly never seen a human that was blue and furred and winged, that was for sure.

[manifcst]

"HAVE YOU MET LINCOLN?" Because last time Jed bumped into the guy he was, like, thirty feet tall. Granted he was also made of marble, but nobody can prove that the Original Lincoln wasn't.

Kids these days. Thinking they know everything just cause they weren't born in the 1800s or whatever. Jed knows full well that for all that head-bobbing he's doing, everything's going in one ear and out the other - that or he's absorbing it all but not taking any of it seriously, which might be worse.

"When dinosaurs—" he very nearly throws his hat down in sheer offended disgust, because even if he has technically hung around dinosaurs more often than not he still knows an insult when he hears it. "Boy, you're treadin' on thin ice, that's what you're doin'. I know what it is, I weren't born yesterday. I wanna know how to make it go, for crying out loud. It ain't got no buttons! Flat as a pancake!"

          danny couldn’t help the way his head kept nodding, as if seemingly agreeing with everything the tiny ( and that was still rude, right, even just thinking it? it felt rude, at least ) man was saying. because so much of what he was saying was baffling, and maybe even just straight up wrong. or maybe outdated was a better word? honestly, his brain was still short-circuiting a bit from the initial shock.

     ❝ Uh-huh, right, I don’t think I’m really the right person to have to tell you that Abe Lincoln wasn’t, like, the tallest person in the world, dude. ❞ heck, danny was pretty sure his dad was taller than that old president. ❝ I also feel like there’s more wrong with that statement but honestly I don’t have the bandwidth to point it all out right now. ❞

     and then, the phone. the tiny, tiny phone. the sight was enough to make danny nearly coo, if it hadn’t been paired with a grizzled cowboy guy.

     ❝ Right. I bet they didn’t have those when dinosaurs walked the earth. Yeah, well, that’s a cell phone. It’s like smoke signals, but way better. ❞

[godperi]

His eyes catch the descent of an enviable stranger, having a feeling he already knows what this is going to be. Maybe he should've seen it coming. He's too tired to do anything about it, but he fixes the other with a sarcastic "thanks for that" look as soon as they speak.

"Oh, I don't know. The opposite of that, maybe?"

Though he could (and would) rant more just then, it starts to sink in what exactly he's looking at. Not that he can know for absolute certain (because who knows when it comes to this place), but that is a pretty spectral-looking 'tail' if he's ever seen one... The apparent youth of who it belongs to doesn't invite the most pleasant implications, so he thinks he'll just try not to get swept up in assumptions.

In other words: fine, fine, let's not get prickly with the seeming ghost child... But he's still going to sigh a little. "Huh... Guess you would be a lot worse off in my position, though. I've just got legs I am not meant to be using this much."

          danny was used to walking, sure. but you knew what was infinitely better than walking? flying. so there he was, wind in his pale hair, arms splayed to either side to take in the gust better. spirals and loop-de-loops made his stomach swoop and a laugh burst from his throat, and before long danny found himself simply cruising on his back, arms tucked behind his head and a contented sigh slipping past his lips. oh, yeah. this was the life.

     it was a voice from below, however, that had the halfa flipping over, head tilting curiously as neon green eyes fixed on a figure flopped in the grass beneath him. purple hair, small wings fixed to his back. a strange sight to pique danny’s curiosity, enough for him to tip his body forward and glide down. hovering horizontally a few feet above the other, danny propped his chin on his palm and looked down with a cheshire grin.

     ❝ Do what, dude? ❞

[manifcst]

HIS HANDS SPREAD, a clearly exasperated are you for real with this sort of look spelled out across the miniature cowboy's face. The way he glances around it's almost as though he's begging to ask if anybody else is hearing this, although there is in fact no one else around to hear this. The sheer audacity. Nicky was never this rude.

"And what's that gotta do with anything?" Jedediah's really got no idea why people keep pointing it out. Is he walking around commenting on how oversized everyone is? ...Yes, actually, but that's besides the point. "I'm sorry, did ol Abe Lincoln know what a wifi is? No? Cause he's as tall as they come, boy, it ain't size that's the problemo here!"

He takes his phone out of his pocket - and thank god for whoever the heck is in charge of these things, he couldn't imagine having to lug this thing around if it wasn't sized for him - and waves it around, like maybe that's what isn't clicking here.

"I'm talkin about this here fancy box, Sundance Kid!"

          danny's hands were too full, a milkshake in one, a bag of muffins in the other, his phone tucked underneath his chin because of course he hadn't had the good sense to shove it into his pocket before he'd gathered his breakfast into his arms. it was all he could to do keep any of it from falling to the ground before he collapsed gratefully onto the first bench he spotted, sighing in relief as he finally plopped down the icy drink and shook out his now-cold hand. he was nosing around the paper bag containing the real treats when he heard the voice call to him, and danny looked up, startled.

     and there—there was a tiny cowboy perched on the back of the bench. talking to him. danny blinked rapidly, mouth opening for a moment before snapping shut again. what did he just call him? giant junior? for a moment, the insult(?) just bounced around his suddenly empty brain, before danny promptly spluttered back to life.

     ❝ Dude. Dude. You are like. Two inches tall. ❞ was that rude? that was definitely rude, right? ❝ You are two inches tall and don't know what wifi is? ❞

[swordofdeath]

"High-schooler..." Secrets meant not to be discovered but sooner it will be slipped by a long run. Humans are good at hiding it much to Unohana's concerns, anyway. Everyone's powers from the very start landing here would be disabled and weapons taken away as Unohana got used to this.

Perhaps, he was too young in the shinigami's view. Younger than a normal infant.

"I see." She will play along with that respond he had said. "Do you have any weapons, at least? Majority of the people here weren't as normal as you because some were demons disguised as humans and so on." That tone was serious as she had seen things in her stay.

        as the other spoke, danny couldn't help but eye her skeptically. she felt... odd. off, in a manner danny couldn't really explain. his mouth felt cold, in the way it did when his ghost sense went off. but even when he let his lips part it remained, and no ghostly mist slipped out—like it couldn't quite decide if it should warn him or not. it made danny frown, shoulders tensing with wariness, but he forced himself to keep a neutral expression. she'd been nothing but peaceful so far, and like hell he was going to start a fight if he didn't have to.

    ❝ Uhhh... a high schooler? ❞ true, although danny wasn't stupid. he knew what she was really asking; he just wasn't willing to hand over his secrets to everyone that asked. ❝ I know the boys' locker room is pretty toxic, but I didn't think it was something that lingered, ❞ he quipped, offering a crooked smile.

[gungnirclad]

ƒ. Well, seems that Bikki remembered how to put her Gear on 'stand-by' when not needing it's full power. A feature that was practically available only here, where her armor had a limited time of usage. And so, clad in a functionally useless Gungnir, Hibiki exited towards the arena looking... Cool for once.

ALL SYSTEMS GREEN

STAND-BY

48:54... 48:54

Another back to back round for the orangish fighter, having warmed up enough with the previous one. Didn't took long for her to notice her new partner a... What. ❝ Wha- You're kinda see-through! ❞ And white. Didn't take too long to piece two and two. Especially after he presented himself as 'Phantom' ❝ Y-You're a ghost?! ❞ C'mon, don't tell me you're afraid of those now.

Slap!

Both hands were to meet her cheeks as she tried to regain focus. That's my girl. ❝ I'm Hibiki Tachibana! Age 18. Born September 13! Virgo! O-type blood! ❞ ... Okay, thanks for the introduction. I guess that's one way to get herself back into the groove. ❝ Nice to meet you! ❞ Can ghosts even produce phonic gain through song? She was already warmed up and ready to go, would she even need that extra energy? Well, if worst comes to worst you can ask them to sing like you did last round but given how confident she felt right now... Their surroundings trembled as a platform emerged from the depths of the colliseum... Carrying a large robot armed to the teeth. Hibiki looked... rather normal. Unsurprised, to say the least. ❝ Hey! Phantom-kun! Can bullets and weapons even hurt you? ❞ Was he the ghost of a superhero or something? Last time she checked ghosts didn't wear spandex.

@gungnirclad sing your heart out!

        he hadn't actually known he'd been paired with another until danny stepped out onto the stage of the coliseum, floating a few inches above the sandy ground. he had blinked in surprise at the girl he found emerging from the entrance right off of his own, white hair falling into his face as danny tilted his head curiously. her outfit was bright and intense, metal glinting in the sunlight pouring down from above, and though her face looked gentle the halfa knew better than to judge her capability just from that. his mom seemed as harmless as a teddy bear sometimes, but that didn't stop her from being a ninth-degree black belt.

    ❝ Heeey! ❞ danny touched down on the sand gently as he waved, beginning to jog over to the other. hopefully, she wouldn't take him as the threat. ❝ I didn't know this was a team thing! This should be a lot easier with the both of us. ❞

    ❝ Just as long as this thing doesn't get too crazy, at least. ❞ he shot a crooked smile her way, shoulders relaxed. ❝ I'm Phantom, by the way. Looking forward to fighting with you! ❞