#sillymuses- Spectra

[the-oc-nebula]

This is one she's actually gifted herself! It's a rock! And she threw it at his head while phasing behind him. Scary holidays, human. {From Spectra to Terrell!}

"GHK-"

Yeah, that rock hit him straight on the back of his head. Hoo, that's gonna leave a lump... at least the Santa Hat he's going to wear is gonna cover that.

"...man, the one thing they tell you when you become a hero is all the enemies you make along the way." He's probably gonna get Fung or another monk to take a look at that bump-

[the-oc-nebula]

Terrell sighed in relief as Draculaura had came about getting the Shen Gong Wu in a relatively peaceful manner; no ghosts screaming, no Xiaolin Showdown, not even any chasing.

...though there was a lot more slime than he was expecting.

"Eurgh!" He repulsed, once touching the scorpion's relatively messy exterior and shaking his hand of it, pulling a towel from his bag and wrapping the still-sticky Wu in the cloth.

"Er... yeah. Don't worry- once it's all cleaned up, it'll head into the Temple's vaults where it'll be safe. Nobody's getting their hands... or stomachs... on this thing ever again unless absolutely necessary."

Once putting the cloth bundle back in his pack, he'd cross his arms and look to Draculaura, impressed. "Y'know, if you weren't still in school, or had a bad sun allergy... if vampires DO have that that is, I'd say you'd make a pretty good Xiaolin Monk. Or at least a pretty good negotiator for our side. If you need an after-school position that isn't Monster College or whatever, you can fly on over to the Xiaolin Temple in China; I can put in a good word for ya~!"

"Well, so long as you think it's a good idea, go for it..."

He'd nod, before heading over to the hiding spot Draculaura mentioned, to get a better vantage point while the two monsters were talking. However, his face soured as he realized that what he thought was true- she wasn't just gonna hand it over willingly.

In fact, imagine his face when she saw the other spirit eat the Wu right in front of them!! Oh, great- now it was stuck inside of her! That'd leave a hell of a gut in an average person and NOT pass through very well, but then again it was a spirit. Thank Dashi that she didn't even know the thing's name, let alone its powers...

If Draculaura returned, he'd be wracking his brain over a solution.

"Come on, come on... now what do we do... Oh! I got it!"

Moving into his bag, he'd pull out another set of wu; the Moby Morpher.

"This Wu, the Moby Morpher, can transform anybody into whatever they can think of. So, either we can change into this "Headmistress Bloodgood" to get her to give it up willingly, or, something else that might scare the Scorpion outta her... what do you think?"

It was a little deceitful... but something that dangerous needed to be out of the hands of other impressionable teenagers.

[missallanea-a]

"If you're trying to frighten me, little girl, then you will have to try harder than that."

@sillymuses for SPECTRA VONDERGEIST || sc

[beneaththedunes]

@sillymuses / cont.

ㅤThe sight of her wings near dissapearing made Spinifer squeak with fright. She soon understood what had happened, and hugged them to her body, relieved they were free. She didn't realize she was watching Spectra with big eyes. 

❝ Free. Free ? I say, I won't be indebted to anybody. ❞ She tapped her fingers anxiously by her chin. ❝ I must now do something for you. Are you looking for anything ? Or want pixie dust ? Perhaps just a small job done ? ❞

[pumpkinhcad]

"You can't tell what's in a monster's heart just by looking at them." {From Spectra!}

PROMPTS FROM HALLOWEENTOWN (Accepting).

❝ Well, duh! ❞ Hands pressed against his sides as he had this questioning look on his face. (What a silly thing to say!) He knew that already! ❝ I can't see what's inside a monster's body just like that. ❞ Only, maybe, he could when it came to ghosts, or zombies, or skeletons... And, even then, the latter had no internal organs to look at at all!

Never mind that, he did not know anything. Once again, the metaphor had gone completely over his head, taking the most literal interpretation and running with it instead. Perhaps a simple "never judge a book by its cover" would have sufficed in this case, but... not even. He will also not read a book if he does not like the cover.

Regardless of the idiom, Spectra was in a lose-lose situation when it came to this subject. Or, at least, from Pump's point of view, she was. Calling the quality of Eyes' character into question in front of any of these kids was never a good idea.

❝ Eyes might sound like a spooky eldritch monster... ❞ White pupils looked down at the drawing he had made on the dirt with a stick. An explanatory, albeit crude, drawing of a giant octopus with dozens of eyes. ❝ ...but he is very nice to us. He's our friend! ❞ Arms crossed, he rose his head to look at the ghoul. ❝ If he were dangerous, then we would know. ❞

No, it was not that one voice inside his head telling him what to say. Actually, Eyes had been awfully quiet all this time. He was just very observant when it came to... "not-people". Like that one Happy Fella! He was always rotten to the core, and he knew it! Even if Skid had never believed him about that ugly doll being possessed. But that was beside the point.

Obviously, her words meant no harm. She was just trying to look after him, with them being friends with an Elder God and all. Too bad the subject made him fussy.

So what if they were monsters? And some monsters could be evil and hurt others? ❝ And I would say the same about you, Miss Spectra. ❞ There still were monsters that could be trustworthy. ❝ Because we're friends! And friends do that for each other. ❞

[spceboyz]

Oops. She's been caught with their presents underneath her arms. Spectra makes direct eye contact with the child as she floats just above the couch. She sticks out her tongue towards him before phasing through the bottom into the lab and leaving. No presents for you kid! She's now gifting whatever these things are to a fellow monster. Be sad about it! {From Spectra to Dib!}

☆ — was that-- WAS THAT-- IS THAT A SPIRIT? dib blinked incredulously at the specter floating above his couch, the presents his father wrapped for them tucked neatly under the teenage girls arms.

" Wh-- HEY! COME BACK! " the boy declared, chasing after the ghost who vanished into the carpet. dib stood just above the spot she had disappeared into, staring bug-eyed at his feet. he wasn't even considering the fact that she stole their gifts, he was entirely caught up on the fact that there was a GHOST-- IN HIS HOUSE! wait, what if the security cameras caught her on video? dib rushed hastily back to his room, where he would spend hours until sunrise combing through camera footage in another attempt to expose the paranormal.

[docnefarious]

@sillymuses asked:

The ghastly specter comes bearing a gift. She's uncertain if he can drink or not but hey, if that isn't the case then he can use the mug for something else like study it. Regardless, she sets it down next to him and shortly after the little crab legs emerge and single eye pops open. "Coffin mug goblin." Spectra explains extremely briefly as it gets right in front of him to have its liquid insides be consumed. Little legs click and clack impatiently. Monster society sure is uh, something.

Nefarious sat hunched over a pile of lesson plans, muttering to himself. He was set to give his first lesson soon. Much to his surprise, the Headmistress had actually allowed him to join on as a teacher! He could barely believe it. But he wanted to do well. And now he was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice Spectra enter the room at first. He only looked up when she placed that strange mug down on his desk. And as if that weren't enough, his brows shot up in surprise when the mug seemed to sprout little legs, and an eye blinked open to look up at him. What the…

Nefarious watched as the mug began to impatiently stomp its tiny little legs. And at Spectra's description, it took him a moment to realize, wait… was this… a gift? When was the last time someone got him a gift?

"Is this thing for me?" He asked, if only to confirm his thoughts. He couldn't fight back his smile. "It's so weird~" He said with an odd fondness, nudging it slightly and watching with amusement as it wobbled on its legs; clicking faster like it was scolding him. "I think it suits me!" He laughed, and could already think of ways to use this little mug goblin. He didn't say this often, but this time he felt like it. "Thanks, Spectra."

He'd keep it on his desk… provided it didn't run away.

[fortheonetrueking]

They don't comment on her phasing back below deck, sailing in silence. As they approach the outpost, they extinguish the lanterns of the vessel, choosing to give Spectra something of an element of surprise. They've used this ship enough to get recognized by it, and it's never good news when the Servant of the Flame arrives at an outpost. So they dock on the back of the island.

By the time they go below deck to tell her they've arrived, she's already vanished. Junior hums, returning above to watch Spectra work.

The outpost is quiet, the shops still having light inside, but no movement- well, save for the tavern. By the bustle inside, there must be a couple crews celebrating, and spending away the day's earnings.

The specter submerged herself once more between the floorboards, however this time it was to hide her growing anxiety. The closer they got to this outpost, the more the fear began to cloud her mind. What if she messed up? What if she didn't scare anybody? What if she made herself look like a total fool? Deep breathes, Spectra. Deep breathes. You can do this. You're a Vondergeist.

Spectra would emerge and begin her observation, taking in this place. A decent number of buildings...flora across the dotted small islands... her grey eyes continued scanning. Remember, Spectra. A ghoul's best friend is their environment. That's when she spotted it. Torches. To light their way during the night. Perfect.

A raspy chuckle parted from her purple lips as a monstrous idea came to mind. The creature would vanish into the night like the wind, her form dissipating along with the breeze that followed them. She will prove she is worthy. No, she must.

[burnlikeme]

@sillymuses || Spectra continued

"Right!" Says the least coordinated man on earth. "I've got this. W-watch and learn." She's going to learn something, alright. Possibly how to fall like a cartoon character. (Being a Toon is a curse, sometimes.)

2D gives the window a push. He's got very little in way of upper body strength, but he strains and grunts for a few moments before getting it to move in its weather-swollen frame. It's been ignored and painted over for so long it's no surprise the old lock wasn't fastened from the inside. Then, careful to inspect the sill before pulling himself up and over, the lanky singer tumbles inside, all knees and elbows and muffled thumps. Not exactly a stealth master, but nobody should hear...yet.

[pomniegranate]

Honestly I love how much @sillymuses likes writing with me .. 👉👈 Our thread with Spectra and Pomni is probably my longest right now tbh. 🥺

[teapotgremlin]

❝ I s'pose odd is one way to put it, ❞ Little My shrugged losely. ❝ Anyway. I know a fellow who jumps at his own shadow. If I can get him into the cellar to fetch some jam, you could totally pretend to come out of the jar and do that phase-through thing ! ❞

❝ And, to top it off, before he goes in I'll jump him from inside my teapot and tell him a scary story. ❞ She wiggles her fingers to imitate 'creepy'. ❝ You'll see how handy it is being my size. Just cause I'm small, doesn't mean I act like it. ❞

Hm, there was a potential spanner in the works. My tapped her chin, thinking back to Moomintroll's previous encounters with spirits. ❝ Except ... he has managed to befriend a few ghosts ... you won't fall for that, right ? ❞

"What? It's true though, isn't it?"

Seeing the other puffing and gagging from just moving about does make the ghost laugh. It may not be a terrified scream like she wanted originally, but this will do for now. Though she is a little shocked when the other just starts smiling like a little gremlin. Her head tilts ever so slightly.

"You are an odd one..." In a way, Little My kind of reminds her of Clawdeen. The two were overjoyed with the likes of monsters rather than being terrified of them. The ghoul perks up at the idea and she finds herself floating closer to the little one.

"Oh? I'm listening. Go on?"

[justchallenging]

“Hey Spectra! Any new fangtastic gossip?” Laura questioned as she spotted the spectre, a smile on her lips. “Or do you want help finding something?”

@sillymuses

[ashenwinds]

     sailor @sillymuses sent a message in a bottle. . .

"Do you ever think about your legacy?" {Spectra to Flameheart!}

           ↪ Questioning Sentences, Vol. 39

     The question gets a pause out of the Pirate King ; his path to the Reaper's Lair ceasing for the moment. A question that was often asked of him long before he became such a feared pirate -- one that did continue even as he claimed treasures and powers beyond the minds of mortal men.      But still one he does not put much thought into. A legacy implies the permanent death of one's self ; a death that will never happen to him.

     “ Doesn't matter which kind of legacy you mean. Either one, I never let it fill up my skull, ” Flameheart chuckles, “ The legacy created of the fear for my name, such is something that was made, but is not a priority. . . ” A wave of the skeletal hand, “ Any kind of legacy usually requires the end of somebody. Something that will never become reality for me. ” Even with his first death, that could not stop him. Plans were always made, to ensure he would not need to create a legacy, that he would be present for it all. Forever.       “ Didn't ever plan to have a kid to make that particular kind of legacy either. ” Never planned to even have the thought of adopting any sort of kid. Yet, here he is.

[infernal-matriarch]

The Pretty Reckless : Going to Hell album ... sentence starters

@sillymuses said: "If you listen close, you can hear him cry." {Spectra to Charlie if that's alright?}

"Wait--who's crying!? Is he in trouble? Does he need help? What happened to him?" Charlie looked around frantically, trying to see if she could the crying individual in question.

Her bleeding heart couldn't stand the idea of someone being hurt or possibly needing some cheering up. Either of which she wanted to see if she could be of any help.

[the-oc-nebula]

"Kimiko, can you hear me!?"

Ohh boy, not good. This was legitimately like one of those horror games. Being separated from your crew, and in a locale this filled with viscera sans bodies could only mean a few things; either a big scare was coming, or a boss.

Or quite possibly a big, scary boss.

When he made it into the room, it... didn't seem like there would be either... though, looks could be deceptive. His eyes never left the Vampire, thankful his armor was still in-tact. If this monster was willing to speak with him... maybe she could be reasoned with?

Somehow he highly doubted that.

"I don't know who you are, or where you came from or who you THINK you are, but don't you think letting all your monster buddies literally eat everyone they come across and raze the city is a little harsh!?"

Almost like a perfectly-timed skill-check; Terrell got out of the way of the truck just in time!

"Hey! Where'd you get your driver's license, the insanity ward!?"

Though it seemed that whatever had possessed that truck clearly had no time nor love for his quips. As she moved to haunt another building, that'd be a mental note to check out at a later time.

Right now, there were others in need of saving.

"Black Beetle!"

Placing the Beetle upon his chest, it wrapped him in armor not unlike a certain superhero of Japanese origin, before barging his way into the burning building. He'd save as many as he possibly could- instructing them to go seek shelter with their nearest official. It was hard, grueling work, and unfortunately more, not everyone had made it before the building collapsed. The Black Beetle provided enough protection from the collapse as with the fire, but those who didn't make it were charred and buried. Guilt and anger welled up inside him; if they only had made it here sooner, they all could have been saved.

He'd pull himself from the rubble; scratched up and dented, but otherwise alive. He'd pull his phone out and put Kimiko on Speed-Dial.

"It's me; I got out as many as I could. We've got to find the source of these monsters. Otherwise they're just going to keep coming. I saw a particularly nasty ghost haunt another building- I'm gonna go check that out. You wanna back me up on this one, or are there more people you need to save?"

[moved-to-civic-hub]

@sillymuses  asked:

The  specter  pokes  her  head  out  from  the  school's  dumpster.  She  thought  she  heard  someone  approaching  and  unfortunately  that  was  the  case.  Looks  like  it  was  Marsha.  "Uh,  don't  tell  anyone  I  come  out  here.  I  like  to  hang  with  the  raccoons  sometimes."  A  black  nose  would  soon  pop  up,  sniffing  about  before  said  creature  tried  to  wiggle  its  way  free.  Spectra  would  give  it  a  boost  up  and  watch  it  skitter  off  into  the  forest.

[  ☆  ]  Marsha  was  just  returning  from  the  forest  that  surrounded  the  school  when  she  saw  Spectra  in  the  school  dumpster.  She  stands  there  as  the  raccoon  skitters  off  into  the  direction  Marsha  came  in.  ❝My…uh…lips  are  sealed.❞