#ghostda

[chompkin]

Is there anything you do feel more ghostkin ?

Here are some things I personally do !

[underteika]

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oneeyedpsychic‌:

For the briefest moment, the blank expression on the psychic’s face changed to genuine surprise at the arrival of the stranger. Unknown to her, but he seemed to know Anda. Perhaps this was a chance for the empath to escape just yet.

The geist controlling Zal, however, had other plans.

Without any kind of warning, Scott would find himself being dragged out of the driver’s seat by an unseen force, slamming him into the cold, unforgiving concrete below. Any fight Zal had left to give had vanished after injuring Anda, and it was clear in the lack of hesitation there was to her actions.

She remained eerily silent, the only sound coming from the metal bat she carried scraping along the concrete ground, echoing around the parking garage. It was gripped tightly in both hands as she loomed over the hitman, lifting the weapon above her head before starting to bring it down with all the force she could muster.

@griefermutt > @underteika

Anda didn’t move, but before he could actually get out to grab then, he was dragged out of the van and slammed onto the ground. Disoriented for a moment, his grip tightened onto his makeshift club, nails sticking out at the end where it had formerly been attached to a chair.

The scraping of the bat - a familiar sound to anyone who had dealt with gangs and other mafiosos before - caused an adrenaline rush as he swung his club over, his force surely more than hers, as he slammed the nail end of the club square into her kneecap. He took a blow to the shoulder in the scuffle, but rolled over and raised the chair leg in his hands, not really sure who this was or what was going on, but Anda was bleeding and unresponsive, and this girl had been aiming for his head with that bat.

Looking back, he saw Seong’s phantom looking shocked, and then fucking leaving him there. Which, if a ghost of some guy who hated your guts was leaving, that was a pretty bad sign on the shit that was going down.

Unsure of what to do now, he figured at least she was down for the moment with the mess he’d made of her kneecap. Running over, he shook Anda.

“Hey, man, we gotta go. Come on.”

@underteika​ > @oneeyedpsychic​

The screech that emitted from Zal’s body was not her own. It was a culmination of frustration rather than anything that sounded even remotely human, and it was loud. With its vessel becoming increasingly less effective, especially with that blow to the knee. From her body it rose, dark and resembling something more akin to molten metal to a whispy phantom. Pieces of it dripped violet below, but no water stained. Parts of its body were caved in entirely, as if something had crushed it in places above. 

And yet despite all of these horrible additions to their form, it still resembled the empath on the other side of the garage. Tears never stopped flowing from its black, sunken eyes.

Briefly, there was a respite in which it buried its face in its hands, letting out a sob. (”Why does she always fight me on things like this. I could’ve been so easy. Fuck if she’ll understand...”) And it turned to face the psychic. “Would you just go? Get out of here. If you’re not going to help me, leave, before you end up a casualty too.”

The living counterpart of Anda Teika, giving Scott’s arm a hard, trembling squeeze, as one would do to alleviate pain. They tried taking a breath, but it only ended in scarlet coughs. Hand slipping on the blood pooled onto the concrete already, the empath tried to stand, using the other as a support. Tears ran down their own cheeks, and their shoulders took on the same sort of visualized misery that the geist had manifested, to a lesser extreme. And as they struggled to live and walk away, it looked much less thrilled.

With another grunt of anger, the spirit slinked over to one of the stationary vehicles...

Its engine roared to life, gunning right for them.

[chompkin]

Playing a prank on the person I’m haunting ❤️

[chompkin]

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