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“You’re… You’re not—”

“Oh, you are definitely intruding,” Violet purred, a dangerous lilt drowning her tone as she made sure she was directly in Emmet’s line of sight, “but don’t you worry! I know how to deal with intruders just. Like. You!” Each word was punctured with individual taps to his nose. The sensation was as odd as her chattiness; a cold so entrenched it burned, like it would tear the skin off the nose’s tip, yet simultaneously … ticklish? Harsh yet tender all wrapped up in one perplexing motion.

Her clawed, disembodied hands reached out, intent on enveloping the man before them—

Abruptly, Myers squeezed himself between them, palms facing Violet to dissuade her ravenous hast.

“Violet, Violet, l-look, I—I know you’re a bit grumpy at the moment,” his voice tried to be playful, but it was clear that the playfulness was but a thin, flimsy husk shrouding a bundle of warbling anxiety, “but not now, okay?”

Offence twisted her features.

“… Please?” Myers’ brows upturned, his smile wavering.

Tension doubled down betwixt the two. Eventually, she rolled her eyes and floated away. Dorothy was quick to follow her, intent on soothing her raised hackles.

The stress that wound in Myers’ shoulders unravelled, slumping forth and reclining heavily against a bookcase flank. His smile was wiped clear off his face, replaced with an expression that looked almost like a replacement smile, but not quite hitting the mark.

“Sorry about that, they can get a bit… a bit boisterous sometimes.” He managed to muster a chuckle, however fake it was. “But, yeah, you’re not intruding, the library is still open for a few hours. Hardly anyone comes in at this time so I—I just … chat an’ stuff. Yeah.”

Libraries weren't exactly Emmet's natural habitat- especially not school libraries- but this was different from the tiny schoolhouse in Anville Town he'd often felt trapped within as a child. Paldea's massive Academy and the fairly new Blueberry Academy back home were infinitely more interesting to him. If his school had offered more Pokémon related topics interspersed between those he hadn't liked, Emmet probably would have paid a lot more attention in school growing up. Though he wouldn't be able to fit classes into his life with his busy schedule now, it was fun wandering around and seeing all of the classrooms, fantasizing and wondering about what students' days were like.

Maybe he should take Cyrano up on his offer to coach at the academy back home one of these days- he'd probably have way more fun with than than he ever would being a student. But for now he was simply content exploring. The library had an eerie sort of vibe later in the day that reminded him of Shauntal's wing of the Unovan League, and he curiously followed the voices he heard within. Weren't people supposed to be quiet in a library? Not that he was complaining- he'd always been pretty bad at following that rule, despite his sincere efforts to do so.

He couldn't help but stop and watch when he happened upon the source of the noise, fascinated as he peered at the trio with his head poking out around one of the numerous shelves. Could all ghost Pokémon talk like that? Had Chandelure and Ingo been keeping secrets from him this whole time??? Before he could think about it much more however it seemed he'd been spotted. He jumped back, eyes wide with surprise at the sudden appearance, accidentally knocking a few books off of the shelf. He forced out an awkward laugh and apologetic smile as he picked the books up from the floor and did his best to put them back in their proper places.

"I wasn't aware I was intruding. If it is past business hours, you should rrreally consider locking the door. If you don't want anyone to break the rules, it's important to make it clear what the rules are in the first place." He gave the pair of ghosts a few small nods before stepping out from where he'd been standing and giving who he presumed to be their trainer a small wave as he approached. "Hi! Sorry- I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I was just surprised! The ghosts I know aren't nearly as chatty as your passengers."

[illspirit]

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a positive memory—

Living past a hundred. For many, this would be considered a blessing, something to celebrate with confetti balls and streamers and cake.

For him, it was more like a curse. This malediction entrenched youth into his face and body, stretched his temperament ‘til thin and flimsy, and—for what? To know that this so-called immortality was plucked by the strings of conditions, by a creature he yearned to forget?

A sigh deflated him.

He’d hope that sitting in this modest park, being amongst nature, would help alleviate him of some stress. Alas, he waded through the thickness swamp of his own thoughts; a spiral threatened.

He spied, in the corner of his eyes, a young girl. Her teeth were gapped and crooked, and braces had been fixed atop. By virtue of how her stubby fingers poked and pressed against the metallic bulges, Myers could only presume that these braces were new. Probably uncomfortable to boot. As she sat on the park bench, swinging her feet, sparkly shoes catching the warm afternoon sun and flashing in tiny hexagonal rainbows …

Her parents returned, one behind the other, overtly concealing something betwixt their bodies. The girl, alert, turned and excitement bloomed in her. Swift they were to grin, the apples of their cheeks curved and plump, and present her with a swirlix. The swirlix donned a cute, pink bow around its soft, cottony forehead.

Myers smiled, her cacophonous happiness watering in favour of his own memories swimming to the forefront. He remembered his first pokémon, back over a century ago.

It’d been several days after his birthday. His mum insisted they wait until his dad arrived back from his expedition, and Myers reluctantly yielded. He wasn’t the type of child to throw himself around and yell and scream, rather to pout and let woe bloat his face and posture. Finally, during dinnertime, his dad returned. He was a whirlwind on legs; he zipped over to his wife, Myer’s mother, gave her a quick smooch and a one-armed hug, before hurriedly dashing his way to Myers and dipping to his knees. He’d moved so quickly that he hadn’t even figured out what he was holding. “Here you are, lass. Y’know ah’wouldn’t forget your birthday, right, ████?” A small azurill. She looked frightened; peering up at him with fear, her round form quivering like a leaf in the breeze. Myers didn’t quite understand why she was scared, not until much later, but he felt a kinship with her from the get-go. Gingerly, Myers lowered himself from his chair and offered a hand to her. She didn’t sniff him, just stared. Myers instead grabbed a bit of his dinner and offered it to her. She sniffed. She tentatively nibbled, before her eyes bloomed in size. She seemed hesitant to reach out for more, but Myers understood. He quickly grabbed a palmful and offered it to her, allowing her to dine at her own leisure. Pokey, he’d called her. He’d loved her from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

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“M-Miss—ma’am—”

Myers held up either hand, hoping to usher her bellows into something far more contained. He was fairly certain ghostly antics wasn’t a matter for police intervention and that this teenager was just hoping for some online clout, but he didn’t want to risk her shenanigans coaxing his little devils into their own.

“Look, look, I’m—I’m sure you’re having a lot of fun with this, uh? Filming of yours, ma’am,”  his grin was slipping more and more into the depths of nervousness, the corners starting to drip and his gaze, too, becoming more pleading,  “but I think it’s in the best interests of everyone here if you go elsewh—”

A giggle resounded around them. Despite this place not being suitable for echoing, echo it did; the sound twirled around them both in a pirouette, encapsulating them both in a haunting sense of amusement. A chill gnawed at whatever skin they bared, cold teeth dragging languidly dragging themselves down their necks, their hands, even the flash of their ankles.

Oh no.

Iono would’ve been the first to see her cameraman—or more aptly, camera pokémon—being dragged up and away by unseen forces. Magneton were known for their hovering and zipping about, but by the look on its faces, this was not of its own volition. The shot of both her and Myers was now far more aerial.

Another burst of giggles whipped around them.

"Denying it, eh? That's JUST what you WOULD say, Mister-" Before she could come up with a really epic burn, but she let out a sharp gasp as she felt something collide with the back of her head instead. She whipped around to accost the ghostly assaulter, but when she looked there was nary another soul in sight.

"Oh. My. Gosh." She stared in stunned awe before whipping back around a second time to demand answers from the mysterious new librarian. "ACK. You're in CAHOOTS with them, AIN'TCHA? I could call the cops on you for this, y'know! Or the ghost busters!" She exclaimed with a wise nod, acting like she was an expert on the matter despite her not knowing much if anything about ghosts beyond what she'd learned and observed from her own Mismagius. Maybe she should have gotten a few pointers from Ryme before charging in here like that...

But there was no time to worry about that right now! She could come more prepared next time, but she had just caught a GHOST HAUNTING HER ON CAMERA! Right now, she had to try to unravel this mystery. For the people!

"WHAT ARE YOU HIDING, HUH?" She shouted, slamming her hands down on the librarian's desk like she was preparing to yell 'objection' in a court room.

[illspirit]

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[illspirit]

when your past haunts you, fright is a familiar taste on your tongue,

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when your past haunts you, fright is a familiar taste on your tongue,

[illspirit]

myers sketch time <3

[illspirit]

Today had been manageable. There must’ve been an exam on earlier in the day; an undulating throng of students filtered through the library’s main doors the moment the clock struck 8, desperate to shovel as much information as they could into their noggins before committing themselves to the exam room.

It’d petered down to a steady hum.

That was, until this streamer celebrity came careening in like a vortex on legs. Myers heard her before he saw her—and, as soon as their eyes locked, he felt regret sink his heart like a boulder to a pond. Purpure eyes flashed sidelong, hoping to cleave their connection but—it was too late. She was practically sprinting up to the desk he sat at.

A microphone was shoved audaciously into his face.

“Hi? Um—”  he grinned coltishly, uneasy painting itself thick over his pale features. His gaze constantly flickered between her grinning face—gods, why did she have such sharp teeth—and the microphone.  “Haunted? Well, that—that’s debatable, I’m—”

A beat passed, his train of thought coming to a sharp halt. Panic welled in him, apparent in how his eyes mushroomed in size.

“Stop that!”  he hissed quietly, though his gaze was centred not on Iono, but rather, over her right shoulder.

A book, albeit a thin one with a flimsy cover, pitched itself at the back of Iono’s head. If she dared turn around—no one was there.

Myers’ head found itself in his hands.

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"Today, on Iono's Inscrutabilities-" She started, peering as seriously as she could manage into the video camera that one of her Magneton carefully held in front of her. She was still work shopping the name of the segment. There weren't a lot of synonyms for 'mysteries' that started with the letter I. She'd considered Iono's Enigmas or Iono's Oddities, but they didn't have the same zing as genuine alliteration.

"-turns out my old school library is like TOTALLY HAUNTED. Like, some straight up Paranormal Activity type'a stuff! Books movin' on their own, VOICES..." She shivered in a very over dramatic fashion. "SO SPOOKY, GUYS. YIKES." She was definitely speaking way too loudly.

Without any real warning, she dashed towards the desk the librarian was seated at. Oh! This guy must be somewhat new, because she didn't recognize him from her time at the school only two years prior. Thank god! He looked way more fun than the cranky old lady she remembered. Though she'd been planning on accusing the old librarian herself of being the ghost, so she had to come up with something new, QUICK. In a split second decision, she pulled out the microphone she typically used to interview people with and shoved it into the man's face.

"MR. LIBRARIAN!!! Any comments on the spooOoOoOOky stuff that's been goin' on? Chat is DYING-" ha "-to know what the dealio is 'round here lately. In your EXPERT opinion, what kind of ghost do YOU think is haunting the school? Poltergeist? Wraiths? EL CUCUY ITSELF???"

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for @wrongtrain !

They’d been chatting. Myers, Violet, and Dorothy. A man and his two haunters. The topics had been relatively mundane—although punctured here and there with Violet’s soured mood—and centred, here, in the cushioned corner of the library. Although librarians oft hushed those who dared speak, Myers himself was a librarian, and there were spare few visitors at this hour. They were all elsewhere.

Then, Dorothy sluggishly poked her head over Myer’s shoulder.

“Someone’s watching,”  Dorothy observed lowly.

“Probably listening too.”

Pointed displeasure cut the corners of Violet’s ghastly expression, but, Dorothy, on the other hand: a downright wolfish grin unravelled upon hers. Then did her body begin to disintegrate, from the bottom up, and feathered pieces of herself tore away, fluttering into the sky ‘til they devolved into nothingness.

In the blink of Emmet’s eyes, she was there. Inches from his face.

“Hi!”

Dorothy twinkled her long, curled spectral fingers; a playful, albeit impish wave. She gave him a quick once-over before casting her eerily wide eyes back at her sister.

“Ah, come on, Violet! The intruder is cute! Cute in a way—”

“—that you want to throw him out of a thirty-eight story building?”

Violet joined her sister, pressed up against her side, her displeasure wafted away in favour of mischievous malice.

“Dorothy! Violet!”  Myers spoke in hushed urgency, trying to usher the twins back to him. When it was apparent they weren’t going to listen—whenever did they, ugh—he coltishly shuffled his way towards the man and let an awkward smile plump the apples of his cheeks.  “Uh, hi.”

[illspirit]

PROMPTS FROM REIGN *  assorted dialogue from the television show

you don't sound very enthusiastic.

now's not a good time.

i opened my heart to a liar.

you are a necessary evil whose orbit i can't seem to escape.

there is always risk.

what happened between us can never happen again.

do you flirt with everyone?

how do you feel?

if the price is my life, i will give it.

my heart says i should be with you, no matter what.

you shouldn't be here.

we belong together. i won't lose you to another.

we can only love each other.

i can't bear to think about a future anymore, not without you.

i'm scared of being alone.

are you alone? are you with someone?

i know it's not what you want to hear.

i never said i was a good man.

it's not about that.

we were supposed to dance under the stars.

i can't believe this is goodbye.

to see your smile is to feel the sun.

you don't want to marry me.

you want to hear something honest? i would do anything to keep you.

i love you. i am your equal.

those memories are a part of me. but i am stronger than they are.

there were other ways of handling this.

you must continue to sacrifice.

history is written by survivors.

you will blame yourself, most of all.

i am quite happy with my view.

i don't care what you learn, as long as you don't forget.

you have no intention of marrying me.

i refuse to surrender.

you're beautiful and clever and unpredictable.

danger surrounds me here, and i am in your debt.

are you in danger too?

i never saw any ghosts.

whatever happens, i'll never leave you.

now i am lying to you.

i love you, and i thank god for the time we've had.

i lose everyone i love.

i'm not sure i trust my own fate anymore.

what odd turns our lives have taken.

do we trust each other?

love is irrelevant to people like us.

there are forces that conspire, forces of darkness, forces of the heart.

your taste in men always did leave something to be desired.

how awful must you find me to do this.

you do realize that we're going to be married someday, don't you?

i don't know who you are, or why you hide, but your warning saved me.

i'm sorry we've come to this.

tell me why you're so afraid.

i am yours this night.

love is never simple. not that i'm any expert.

it makes me feel better.

my spirit is inside you as yours is inside mine.

you don't want this at all.

you fought so hard for me.

stop shutting me out.

this is the most dangerous thing you have ever done.

i'm not scared of death anymore.

i've learned to live with wanting things i can't have.

ruling requires that your hands be drenched in blood.

what if they saw you?

i show no mercy.

i don't know how much time we have left, but every moment matters.

you are so beautiful.

i want you to know i did not mean those words i said. i didn't even mean them in the moment.

our love will die here.

i take no pleasure in being right.

we've been over this already.

i don't know who to believe or to trust.

i'll protect you.

i can barely bear to have you look at me.

is this how it's going to be from now on? both of us constantly wondering what the other is up to?

things could change.

you seem shaken.

i'm still in some pain and i prefer not to be touched.

why is this so difficult?

take a stand, my love.

have you learned nothing?

i want you to listen to me carefully.

we're alone. there's no need.

you're not charming me tonight.

you crushed the rebellion by yourself.

love like that doesn't just disappear.

we can't do this.

may god have mercy on your soul.

is that what you want to hear?

do not test my power and do not tempt my fury.

what have you been discussing, the weather?

you cannot relent.

to what do i owe this surprise?

i won't let you do it.

the more we try to help each other, the more harm we do.

safe choices don't always make us safe.

i want you forever.

i think i shall never see you again.

when you came into my room, i shouldn't have said what i did.

i know you had a life before i got here.

stop being so strong, so perfect...

it's not that simple.

real love never fades, not truly.

tell me, what would hurt more? knowing the person you love will die, or knowing they're alive but you cannot have them?

i'd probably try to kiss you.

i love you. and one of us should be happy.

we have been given a miraculous second chance.

i thank you for your protection last night.

this was not an action of passion.

if i'm as responsible as you say, i will never forgive myself.

you must leave immediately.

i take things sometimes.

i had sex in that greenhouse once.

tell me when you want me to stop.

your life is more valuable than this.

just know whatever happens, this is not the end i dreamed for us.

men in general like to win.

why are you here?

i pay attention.

i love you. you do know that, no matter what i've done.

look where that love has brought us.

i'd rather have hope with you than certainty anywhere else.

i was only interested in claiming you.

your heart was my light.

you just said something about my ass.

i will spill blood to defend what's mine.

you must love again.

without you my heart is closed as tight as a fist.

why do you dismiss me?

you do not need to seduce a man who already wants you.

i wanted to give you the chance to do the right thing and i still believe you will.

[illspirit]

" wuw!!!!!! yu smell hilarius!! it hurts!! "

“I…”

Myers’ eyes—big and violet, framed beneath with dark, heavy bags—widened some. As furtively as he could, he canted his nose towards his armpits and sniffed. He didn’t smell bad. Or, at least, he didn’t think he smelled bad. Perhaps he’d been wallowing in his malodour, like a lechonk to a mud pit, and he’d simply become accustomed to his stench.

“I don’t…”

Wait. His brows furrowed.

“… Hurts? Why—why does it hurt?”

[illspirit]

stylised myers sketch with violet and dorothy, his haunters <3

[illspirit]

gently puts myers down for plotting <3

[illspirit]

myers the moment someone looks at him with even the slightest amount of aggression or annoyance

[illspirit]

information.

public & private information your muse might know or not know about mine, depending on certain circumstances, situations, verse(s) and etc.

public information.

information that almost anyone can learn or know about myers; this is either through myers himself, research, or the media, or other forms of basic intel mediums.

myers is missing two fingers on his left hand—specifically, his pinky and ring finger. he sports short stubs for both fingers and, if asked, will laugh nervously and say that a mightyena bit them off in his early twenties. or a houndoom. or a krokorok. his pokémon of choice varies dependent on where he's living.

he juggles a few odd jobs, but is most often found as a librarian. he is currently a librarian found in paldea, at the crown of mesagoza, in uvaranja academy. he's been working there for about four or five months, now, and has a specialisation of books of the occult.

myers' two haunters—violet and dorothy—are capable of human language and speech. they're quite mischievous beings, and love causing mayhem. he will deny that he taught them human language, and will insist that he simply “found them that way”.

he is, quite notoriously, a coward. he's very quick to bend to the whims of others, and to back down from fights. he hates confrontation and can be reduced to a stammering, sometimes snivelling, mess because of it. people poke and probe him maliciously due to this cowardice.

semi-public information.

information that would take more digging to procure; it's not explicitly public, but relatively borderline.

myers is a gay trans man. while this isn't something he advertises off the bat, it is something that he doesn't mind people knowing overall.

he rarely sits in one place for long, oft jumping between short 12 or 24-monthed contracts with rentals. this impacts his friendships and work prospects, but is something he deems, unfortunately, necessary.

myers has a wide breadth of knowledge on the occult. especially, does he know a considerable amount on cults, unexplained phenomena, as well as what is known in contemporary terms as “glitches”. it's an easy conversation to get him spitting rapid-fire facts and theories.

private information.

information about myers that someone is highly unlikely to know unless they are close or otherwise intimate with him. even those close to him may not know all these segments.

myers was a resident of weepbrook, almost a century ago, prior and during the residents' abrupt and sudden vanishing, seemingly, from the face of the earth. indeed, myers is over a century year old. he looks perpetually thirty-one.

he is tentatively immortal. he received his immortality from a creature that he dreads to think about. he knows it wants him to come back to it eventually—to complete the ritual that was started almost a century ago.

he sports a dark black, grey, and purple rectangular structure on his left wrist, that looks like some weird glitchy, heavily pixelated image. he always keeps this concealed. it looks much like a tattoo—though, as far as anyone's aware, tattoos don't shift and jitter about on your skin.

the loss of his fingers was entirely self-inflicted. originally, that glitch-like tattoo? was on the length of his pinky. in the heat of the moment, in an attempt to separate it from his body, he cut his pinky off with a large kitchen knife. the tattoo-like image proceeded to scamper down his hand and onto his ring finger. thinking he wasn't quick enough the first time around, he then took off his ring finger by cutting it off via a running saw blade. the glitch then scampered onto his wrist. he gave up trying to get rid of it after that.

he is currently under investigation by interpol. not everyone in interpol is aware of this investigation; he is specifically under scrutiny by an elusive subsection branch of special investigations, entitled “glitch maintenance and removal squad”.