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[ghosthalfa]

     ❝ Oh, my bad, it’s our day. Is that better? And you know, you can’t exactly complain about me excluding you when you turn around and do the same thing to me, Ember. Even halfas can be ghouls if they want to be, thank you very much. ❞

"As if! Didn't mommy ever teach you to share, Phantom? Halloween's for ALL the ghosts and ghouls out there. Besides, other places call it the Day of the Dead, not the Day of the Half-Dead."

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     ❝ Oh, dude, it’s my day! ❞

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boxy got em 😔

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          danny was nothing if not competitive, a habit that was most definitely exaggerated by his single-minded focus at the moment, and so it only took one affirmative from the other before he was off. unlike his competitor, though, danny didn't have to stop to maneuver around obstacles. a loud cackle burst from him as the ghost boy phased through any desks or cabinets in his way, leaving silhouettes of blinding color in his wake. a triumphant grin was tossed over his shoulder as he bolted passed dar, spectral body twisting for a moment as he stuck out his tongue and wiggled his fingers by his head.

     ❝ Come on dude, gotta be faster than thaaa-aaat! ❞ he sing-songed, another laugh leaving his throat as he flipped back over to streak ahead. danny's hands remained outstretched, trailing and smacking against anything they came in contact with as his vibrant green criss-crossed across dar's burning orange.

     ❝ Don't come crying to me when I get to have all the fun and you don't! ❞ his laughing was endless, in between danny's words, even as he smacked a hand on a desk and flipped his whole body over it in a feat of antigravity and showing off... before promptly hurling himself through the doorway of hawks's office.

snap! fingers click before aiming a readied point towards the teen, excitement stretching his grin further. "now there's a suggestion! you're on!"

a challenge he wouldn't meet victoriously, but it was an accepted thrill all the same. with the other daring away dar'khol was quick to follow, a messy red-orange trail left behind with each hurried step. as if to attempt to give himself some semblance of a lead a desk becomes a hurdle to leap over. its surface adorned with a new slap of a handprint and a sweeping tail to spill his color further across the surface.

a few messy, colored papers took a vacation to the floor but, they could easily be scooped up later. this little game of theirs was too entertaining to side-track from.

"first one to his desk gets to coat the entire thing!" their temporary trophy for this short-lived competition. regardless of who got there -- even if he wasn't banking on a win -- he knew that desk would be blinding bathed in either color.

no matter what, he wasn't going to leave until that entire office was a mess to look at. had a good feeling his partner, here, could agree on that!

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          danny inhaled deeply as he walked in, a happy sigh leaving him at the familiar smell of grease and frying oil. ah, nasty burger, you truly were a delight. danny waved the woman towards an open booth by the door as he grinned, offering her a salute and a crow of ❝ You can count on me! ❞ before approaching the counter. there was… someone behind the register, their face smeared and distorted in a way that they could have been anyone. but it didn’t seem to bother the teen as he happily chattered off his order. ❝ Two Nasty Burgers with fries and pop, please! ❞

     the food almost seemed to materialize before him, and with a sweep of his hands and a few steps danny had gathered up the tray and slid it on the table between the two of them.

     ❝ Suit yourself, dude! ❞ there was little fanfare as danny dove in, practically inhaling a fry before taking a huge bite of the burger—and humming in pure delight, his eyes closing in bliss. ❝ Ugh. This is, like, the best thing I’ve ever eaten. Seriously, you have got to try it. ❞

"Not sure if interesting is what I'd call that choice." While usually pretty straight-faced, Frieren can't help but crack a lopsided smile as she follows him. Teenagers were the same even across worlds, she supposed. She still has her doubts, but she's keen on humoring him regardless.

They walk inside without much fanfare and find themselves at the front of the line. Frieren opts to let the boy order for both of them, "I trust your judgment." she says with a nod before going off to sit at one of the many open tables. It doesn't take long for him to join her, a tray of food in hand with what's supposed to be appetizing burgers. She, of course, looks unimpressed.

"Why don't you have the first bite? I'll follow your lead." She's mostly curious about what his reaction is going to be, that'll be the tell-all.

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          danny sighed, unable to not feel like he was trying to explain what twitter was to his dad. but, still. the guy was asking nicely, and he could just about hear jazz snipping in his ear about being rude to people for no reason. so danny tucked his phone away in his hoodie pocket and stepped closer to avoid raising his voice, schooling his expression from clear annoyance into the general air of teenage exasperation that came with teaching someone older than him.

     ❝ I’ve been here for… five? Six months? ❞ give or take that fuzzy period in the middle, but the guy didn’t need to know about that. ❝ And pretty much everyone you meet here is gonna be some form of kidnapped, but how long someone’s been here kinda varies. We get new recruits every week or so, though. ❞ danny shrugged, a nonchalant motion. ❝ And people disappear a lot, too. Go home, I guess. Some of them we never see again, some of them come back after a time. Some are even repeat offenders. Apparently it’s all very normal for Spirale. ❞ he glanced at the man as he seemed to look around, eyebrows tipping together. ❝ Wait, do you mean literally? There’s a map on your phone, dude. ❞

"Oh, that is such a shame..." Magic was a mere fact in Faerun; Volo could not fathom a world where Mystra had no hand ( or any of the other gods, for that matter, but she seemed to be so intimately involved that it was hard to separate her from the history of Faerun altogether ). But he supposed there should've been the slight possibility he would've come across someone so... in denial.

"Perhaps you could assist me nonetheless?" Volo offered an awkward grin, one brow raised quizzically. He'd met all manner of strange individual whilst in Spirale so far; surely this boy could be one of use. "How long have you been stranded in this realm for? Assuming you've been taken like the many I've met! I could use someone with a good... sense for direction." He looked around his area for a moment, as though to take in the location. He'd have to draw a map...

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           danny couldn’t help the way he looked down at himself before glancing back up to the other guy, brows furrowed in confusion. after all, most people wouldn’t look at him and think “college student”. heck, there were times danny wasn’t even considered a high schooler to people based on his looks. he couldn’t really tell if this was some warped perception on the guy’s end, or some glamour the dream was throwing over danny’s shoulders. but he guessed it didn’t really matter in the end.

     ❝ Uhh… yeah. You could say that. ❞ his tone was distracted, gaze drawn to the changes that seemed to be happening around them. he was relatively sure the teacher only had two arms before, and weren’t the other students a little too still now? ❝ I can’t say I know much about music. ❞ a shrug, his eyes returning to the other guy. ❝ And I live with my parents. I’m Danny, though. Nice to meet you? ❞

Taking his notes while his neighbor spoke and the professor wrote on the board with one of her - now obviously four arms - he turns back to the guy sitting next to him.

"Oh, you've never been to a college lecture? Though I guess this is my first time, too." They were all in odd uniforms, and every student around them seemed to ignore them, instead facing forward, but not seeming to write.

"Though, the parts of music theory that she's talking about, I'm fairly familiar with." Still, he seems...happy here, even listening to something he knows.

"Do you live in the dorms? Oh, my name's Ivan."

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           his head tilted, eyebrows raising at the suddenly muted facade she put forward. so danny was right—something was dragging down her mood. something he had no idea about, sure, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still try to help her. he had plenty of practice cheering up sam and tucker after all. ❝ Aw, man, don’t call me sir, dude. I am definitely not old enough for that. ❞ a snicker, as danny held his arms out in a dramatic shrug before offering her a salute.

     ❝ I’m Phantom! Resident haunt, full-time mischief maker, and ecto-expert extraordinaire. And also, ❞ a finger pointed at her, waving back and forth almost scoldingly, ❝ not currently taking apologies. So put those back where you found them. ❞ another grin, green eyes nearly glowing with amusement. ❝ It’s nice to meet you, Lucia. I hope we can get along and all that. ❞

Finally calm, although mutely irritated, Lucia huffed, massaging her temples with her fingertips for a moment.

"I... apologize," she sighed. "I don't mean to dampen your fun, but I am just..."

Her eyes flash to the side. "I'm not feeling very lively, today, young sir." She pauses. "My apologies, I don't think I recall your name." She straightened her back, an attempt to shake off her feelings and replace them with professionalism. "My name is Lucia. I did not mean to take this long to introduce myself."

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          danny peeked out from behind his arms almost shyly at the affirmation, shoulders loosening slightly. he could tell his eyes were glowing acid green from the way they lit up the space between his curled elbows, an automatic response when he felt too strongly, but he found he wasn’t worried. there had been no judgement from constantine this entire time, and the halfa had stopped expecting any sometime during his confession. what he hadn’t expected, however, was an admittance in return.

     ❝ Oh. ❞ a blink of surprise, as danny slowly straightened from his curled position. ❝ I—thank you. For telling me. I won’t… I’ll try to keep that in mind, too. ❞ his hands reached forward, wrapping around the warm mug of tea and pulling it back towards himself. ❝ And thank you, for… listening, and not making fun of me. Or, y’know, ❞ a huffed laugh, an attempt at lightening the mood. ❝ Running away screaming or whatever. ❞

"I understand," Constantine says, watching as the boy curls and hides. To help Danny feel more at ease without the feeling of embarrassment, Constantine then says, "I get scared too. "Of bright lights."

Constantine takes a sip from his cup and sighs, "I don't like not being able to see and when it's bright, I'm blinded. It scares me. Your fear is understandable. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I promise not to use it around you again." He didn't want to see that fear in his eyes again.

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     bright peals of giggles joined the other’s laughing chorus as a spectral tail slashed stripes of color across the walls, criss-crossing eye-piercing green with vermillion to make a dark yellow that splattered itself across the room. danny was sure that hawks would be less than pleased when he finally showed up to the agency, but the bubbly, overstimulated feeling in his chest couldn’t really bring itself to care.

     ❝ I wouldn’t be much of a haunt if I was quiet! ❞ at least, that’s how it worked in amity park. the thought launched another over-loud laugh from his throat as danny slapped a hand down where dar’s had been a moment before, smearing it down the desk to leave a wide swath of lime green.

     ❝ Ooooo! Yeah, yeah, that’s a great idea! Let’s do Hawks’s office next! ❞ maybe not the best suggestion, but electric, energized danny thought that it was fantastic as he darted across the room. ❝ Race ya! ❞

laughter bleeds out in a hiss, sound tumbling and rolling until its falling freely; dar'khol's hand slapping against a desk with each joyous beat. impact of his palm leaving behind a bright red-orange smear, splattering the hue with every following thump.

"i didn't think this place could look so eye catchin'!" he hollers, turning in place and allowing his tail to take the roll of a brush; its contact against a lime green wall leaving behind a stroke of red in its wake. merging their colors to help in adding a bit of extra flare to what was already left behind.

"got yourself a pretty loud presence for a haunt! i'm diggin' it," he began, fingers leaving a trail further along the desk they traveled over. taking deliberate strides to allow his feet to do much the same.

"whaddaya think? can't just have it be one room -- the whole agency could use a bit o' personality to it." // @ghosthalfa

[ghosthalfa]

I saw a lot of people drawing those lil ghosts and decided to do it too

They are just so little and CuTe

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          danny was absolutely, positively, could not be denied, buzzing. he always had a sort of nervous, overactive energy simmering beneath his skin, but at home in amity park it was often buried beneath general tiredness and the stress of his responsibilities. but now? now, it was soaring through him, swooping through his stomach and rising up through his throat to emerge in a maniacal cackle. he was electric, the green that had suddenly pooled from his eyes to spread over his whole body bringing a sense of all-consuming excitement that he'd never experienced before. it had swept away all other emotions, and left him a hyperactive mess.

     so, of course, a game of paintball had sounded like a great idea. especially with the way he couldn't help abusing his powers, just a little bit, phasing through paintballs shot his way and slipping through barriers to avoid others. he was, essentially, cheating, but a lime green danny couldn't care less if he tried.

     ❝ Sorry, no can do! ❞ another obnoxious giggle escaped as he danced in front of the woman's scope again, fouling her shot for the umpteenth time. it seemed she'd given up on shooting him, at least for now, with the way her shots seemed to simply pass right through him. that, however, didn't stop danny from foiling her in other ways.

     ❝ You're gonna have to do better than thaaa-aaat! ❞ danny sing-songed, phasing through another barrier to deliver the message right into her ear.

shepard likes to think that, most of the time, she's a patient person. nothing like a saint or to a degree that most would praise, but she won't just start shouting if something is taking too long. ( unless she was on the battlefield, but that was a different case.) the commander can handle waiting and she can handle when things are too chaotic for any mind to properly keep track of. and normally, the teen's inability to sit still for longer than 5 seconds would be something she could handle with ease.

yet nothing is 'normal' right now, let alone her emotions and what she is even capable of feeling at the moment is greatly limited. shepard is aware of this but there's nothing she could do except ride this out.

" Hey!" a quick, single shout directed at the other. " Can you sit still for about five damn minutes so I can see what I'm aiming at?!" the paintball gun is gripped firmly as narrowed eyes move from the kid to the scope. it was weird to see everything in black and white but it'd make the color stand out.

she was this close to securing victory for her team and she'd be damned if they lost out because of some hyperactive green kid.

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          ❝ Have you met Lincoln? ❞ a crooked grin, evidence that their back and forth was quickly evolving from genuine shock into something more reminiscent of a teenager's mischief, at least for danny. and if the cowboy picked up on it? well, he could always feign his innocence. ❝ Because I'm pretty sure he was, like, way after your time. They didn't have plays or whatever in the medieval era. ❞ he knew that, wherever he was, mr. lancer must be absolutely weeping to know one of his students had just said that. it only made it funnier for danny, though.

     ❝ I'm standing, actually. On concrete. ❞ big, innocent eyes were directed the man's way, his grin creeping even farther across danny's face. ❝ I guess they didn't have that back then, either, though, so I understand the confusion. ❞ a snicker, hand wiping over his mouth to try to muffle it even as he fished his own phone out of his pocket.

     ❝ Look, dude, you tap it, like this. ❞ a fingertip tapped twice on the front of his own phone to demonstrate, the screen lighting up in response. ❝ Nobody uses buttons anymore, unless they're on the side. ❞

"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!"

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          his attention was pulled from the phone in his hands by a voice, and danny blinked rapidly as he looked up. a few turns of his head was all it took to identify the source, a man waving his hand in his direction. it made the teen frown, but nevertheless he angled himself towards the other, offering his attention for at least a moment. he could hear the guy out, couldn't he? at least, danny thought so... until he started talking nonsense that made the halfa wrinkle his nose in confusion.

     ❝ Do I look like some kind of wizard? ❞ a gesture to himself, his simple jeans and hoodie paired with ratty sneakers, the cracked phone held in his hand. the epitome of a teenager unimpressed with the conversation. ❝ This isn't Dungeons & Dragons, dude. In case it wasn't obvious, there isn't a single magic bone in my body. ❞ a couple ghostly ones, maybe, but he would digress.

@ghosthalfa <3'd!

Honestly? They were embarrassed. Volo, try as they might, could not conjure a single flame, a puddle, or even lift this gods-forsaken pamphlet up off the ground with their own personally-crafted spell. Volo was beyond embarrassed. They held their face in their hand in shame, sighing, shoulders drooping in defeat. What else was there to do? Other than repair the stitches of his hat. There was at least that.

"Ah-- pardon me, i'd like to ask something of you quickly, something quite trivial." They waved their hand in Danny's direction. "I promise it won't take but a minute of your time! Are you familiar with the spell Detect Magic? I seem to be... hm... unable to cast it. Perhaps you could, if you had the arcane energy?" They were testing their luck, but if they could roll doubles eight times then perhaps Tymora would be so inclined to sneeze once more.

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          danny furiously mussed a hand through his hand at the thanks he received, the earnest smile directed his way. he didn't always get a lot of that, whether as fenton or phantom, so the slight warmth that bloomed in his chest made an embarrassed flush mark the tips of his ears. ❝ Yeah, yeah, dude, you're welcome. Like I said, I know how it feels. And if I can prevent someone else from having to go through it... ❞ a slight shrug, his head turning away as he sighed, ❝ There's no need for thanks, as far as I'm concerned. ❞

     pebbles crunched under his sneakers as he began to walk, following the older boy through the halls and outside the door. ❝ Oh, uh, I'm Danny. Danny Fenton. From... America, I guess you could say. ❞ he just hoped the version of japan that itadori was presumably from had an america. that wasn't something he had to worry about, did he? even the thought made his brain hurt, so with a shake of his head danny shoved it away. a problem for another time, for sure. for the moment, he was content to admire the unusual scenery around him, the unfamiliar architecture and cityscape.

     though as itadori began to speak again, danny dutifully retrieved the file folder from under his arm, flicking it open and thumbing through the pages as he read along. it was eerie, the way the other boy was rattling off the passages word for word, but danny supposed it was itadori's dream. if anyone was gonna have some creepy telepathic connection to it, it was going to be him.

     but he paused at the word deceased, head snapping up to fix the other with an intent look. deceased. it made something in danny's stomach clench, a horrible nausea climb up his throat. the thought of that happening to sam, to tucker. it made a pang of grief ring through his chest, his grip tightening on the folder. and the next line wasn't any better. exorcism. that one, he knew all about, though the weight of the word in itadori's mouth made him suspect it might be more serious than he was used to.

     and then, the house. even the sight of it made the halfa tense, suddenly wary, his eyes narrowing. it made the churning feelings in his gut worsen, the anxiety and dread deepen, even before the stench reached his nose. he was getting the sinking feeling that, maybe, this might be something he was familiar with after all.

     ❝ I believe you. ❞ simple and strong, with no room for doubt. ❝ More than you know, really. And I'll say it again. I'll help you, Itadori. Whatever I can do to get your friends back, I'll do it. Trust me. ❞

A shadow eclipsed the corridor, marring the blinding amber light. Yuuji turned his head, his unscathed ear listened to the classmate's baffled stream of reasoning. At one point Yuuji would have reacted synonymously, but the anomalies of Spirale became commonplace. As the boy portioned out his logic to reach a conclusion, Yuuji watched a cauliflower shaped cloud expand across the orange sun.

Then, when the boy made his decision Yuuji returned his gaze to meet the other's eyes and smiled. In a strange way, the other reminded him greatly of Okkotsu-Senpai. With the lingering thought, Yuuji's smile fortified with hope.

"Thank you."

Yuuji's eyes once more fell upon the folder tucked under the other's arm. "Let's go." He turned away, then paused, and reversed his movement. "Ah... wait, what's your name?"

The Sendai streets were muffled in silence. Cookie cutter houses constructed the neighborhood wards. The streets were pristine, with the backstreets absent of cars, trash, and people alike. It felt lonelier than he remembered. Yuuji looked over his shoulder to ensure the other followed him, and for a moment, he admired the expression of a foreigner in a foreign land.

"You can read the files. I'm sure the only information in there are what I know about them," Yuuji began, "Kugisaki Nobara, first year student, fifteen years old; transferred into Jujutsu Tech from the Iwate Prefecture. Fushiguro Megumi, first year student, fifteen years old; recommended into Jujutsu Tech by Gojo Satoru." He read verbatim the beginning of each student's file as if the file was right before his eyes. "Kugisaki Nobara: deceased. Fushiguro Megumi: immediate exorcism advised." He continued, speech slowed mirroring his movements as his eyes diverted from the neighborhood's set path.

His eyes distractedly examined an unassuming two-story home. The outside walls bleak with pale peach color, dressed with gainsboro grey roof. A particular must radiated from the sealed windows and doors, violently putrid stench that assaulted their noses.

"I don't care if you believe curses aren't real," Yuuji rose a finger, pointing at the entrance of the home "they are real, and a strong one is in there. That is where we will find my friends."

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          danny couldn’t help the faint snicker that left his mouth at the deeply unimpressed look directed his way, not even bothering to try to hide it. he'd been on the other side of this situation enough times to not feel bad for the other guy, especially if the thing he thought was happening here was true. danny himself had gone through being stripped of his ability to fly, but he'd slowly gotten it back, the same as he was sure this person would. a little light teasing wouldn't kill him.

     danny was curious, though, on who exactly he was. he tilted his head, body twisting a little, as he observed the other for a second. small, much shorter than danny himself, with swooshy purple hair. not unusual, per say, but the tiny crown over his head, and the little wings? yeah, those were kinda weird. probably not human, then, if he had to guess, but that was much less alarming in a place like spirale.

     ❝ Oh, this? ❞ a grin stretched his mouth as danny wiggled his spectral tail, before splitting it back into legs that promptly crossed themselves underneath him. ❝ Nah, dude, I'm versatile. Land, sky, I'm good with all of it. ❞

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."

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          at the statement, danny turned his head, pressing his forehead into the counter to hide the bright flush of his cheeks. embarrassment battled in his throat, and his arms came up to circle around his head to further cover his face. he knew it was stupid—everyone got scared, it was normal. but it was this fear, specifically, that made the halfa want to curl into his own personal little ball. he didn’t want to talk about it, not ever, but he at least owed constantine an explanation. even if it was muffled by his arms, and spoken into the marble beneath him.

     ❝ Ghosts can… ❞ danny trailed off, sucking in another deep breath before forcing on. ❝ They—we—can have specific fears. Related to… that. And I didn’t—I didn’t fully die, really, but it’s still. Y’know. ❞

While Danny displayed awkwardness, Constantine casually shrugs. "Everyone has a different energy. has to do with the electricity and all that." Danny's was different from the others. As Danny talks about it though, it makes sense now. He wasn't ENTIRELY alive. He has one foot on the living and the other foot on the other.

And then it clicks...

"You were scared back then."

Did electricity have something to do with Danny? Did he have a near-death experience with it and that was why he was the way he is?