#ghostbxsted 2

[thenameoftheflame]

@ghostbxsted | WinterFes Starter

The Forest of Airaisal was far from what one would think of as a "party scene." A quiet wood in one of Spirale's less high-tech branches, more a fantasy world than anything- far from the kind of place that attracted the hip, anarchic types like Ember. However, she had heard of a certain attraction within the forest, present only for a short time...and so, she had spent some time within this private glen, the ethereal blue glow of her flaming hair flickering across the clearing. There was a conversation to be had- one she wished she could've been on the other end of a long time ago...

"...just wish I had my real axe to show off. Not a metalhead alive that can shred like me." "Yeah, but like...that toy's weirdly pretty dope! I didn't think I'd be caught dead playing something like that outside of when I just started learning, but if you're supposed to be me, then..." "Only cause I don't have the real deal on me. The jerks running this town jacked my gear when i first showed up! I'd burn the place down to get it all back." "Whoa. I mean, I get it, but...kinda harsh, huh? Like, your whole pop-punk goth aesthetic is sick, and I guess I'll get more into that later, but it's pretty wildly different from what Ricky and the others do."

A tense silence hung thickly in the air.

"...You good? You look like you're about to flip your lid. What is it?" "No, it's...it's nothing."

Ember turned to pace away from the other girl she was speaking to...only for her eyes to draw up and go wide, her body freezing before dropping into a disgruntled posture. "Of all the stupid..."

The girl she'd been speaking to stepped out from behind her, looking to the boy who now stood nearby. Her messy brown hair hung loose around her shoulders, and she wore a purple hoodie a bit too big for her and some jeans. Though the skin was significantly healthier, her eyes less piercing green, the facial structure was quite familiar, as the height would be too were it not for the adjacent rockstar's platform boots. Speaking of Ember, this strikingly similar girl looked from Danny back to her. "You know this kid...?"

[underteika]

Clearly, Danny didn't hear Anda shouting from below, flooring the van on the dirt road to the mistwood. It's a place they've avoided this entire time, but they can feel every victim the ghost toys with and claims. It's a horrid feeling in the pit of their stomach.

. . .

But an intruder was an intruder. And intruders, there were many. Living or dead did not matter to the Thing that haunts the estate. And unfortunately for Danny, something is crawling on the ceiling, long blood-soaked hair dangling downward in search to rid the estate of these unwanted visitors.

Golden eyes lock onto the boy, and its face twists in rage. Its jaw begins to deform, breaking and cracking into shapes not meant for a human.

And it screams at him, lunging from its perch, claws and teeth at the ready to shred him to pieces.

@underteika

Of course there had to be portals to the Infinite Realms opening up here. Was America's Most Haunted Town, hot-spot of supernatural activity in the Midwest, not enough? The GZ just had to expand its influence into whatever this place is?

At least the portals weren't just a one way trip. He can work with this. Is familiar with this sort of song and dance, actually, even though he was hoping he really wouldn't have to participate in it again. He wishes he could just find a hole to hide in; that he could let this storm blow over. He technically wasn't the only one capable of dealing with crazy shit like this...

...But these ghosts were coming from the Zone. They were his brand of crazy. He was the only one who knew how to deal with them best. The only one who knew that not all of them actually meant any harm.

There was a part of him that wondered if he could just... stay home, as he swept through his parents' lab to swipe some ghost hunting gear. There was the fact he had to evade blaster shots from his own home's security system, though. Right. He almost forgot that he wasn't even safe in his own home anymore. At least he got what he needed. Mostly several thermos; since each could only carry so many ghosts, and goodness gracious there were so many running amuck Isola right now--

It really doesn't help that he had to chase ghosts through other worlds now, though. His current game of frustrating chase leads him through another portal into — some sort of mansion. He hates mansions. Nothing good ever comes from them.

There's always something terrible in the basement.

A harsh shiver runs through his spine as he crosses the threshold between worlds, flying straight through a door unimpeded in his search. This was another ghost's haunt. Lovely. Now he's probably going to have to do some damage control between one type of undead versus another. Why was this his lot in life?

"Helloo-oo?" He calls out, neon-green eyes narrowed in concentration as he reaches out with his senses for the ghost he's tailing. "Youngblood, I really don't think this is the place to play around. Please just get inside the thermos so I can send you back into the 'Zone..." He floats around in hesitant circles as he investigates the foyer. "C'mon, I agreed to a game of tag — not hide an' seek!"

[deathpacito]

ghostbxsted​:

“Uh, yeah.” Danny says, as if the subject of fighting ghosts was the most obvious thing in the world. “You got transported to a whole ‘nother dimension and you’re questioning the fact I’ve had to wrestle ghosts? Which, by the way, is super hard to do if you don’t have the right equipment. Which I don’t, because I just got here, and they took all my gadgets and powers. So, honestly, angry ghosts coming back for revenge is the last thing anyone should want. It’d be such a pain,”

He’s not going to grace that last comment with an answer. He was PLENTY tough, thank you. Well, Phantom was, and even though he can’t transform right now – he was totally all Phantom right now.

His stomach does decide then to rumble loudly. Louder than one would think capable of coming from a scrawny ass kid. He blinks, barking out a surprised laugh despite himself.

“Betcha I could eat 13 burgers. Speakin’ of which – last one there is a rotten egg!” With that, he’s bolting ahead like someone who’s got experience running for his life. He may not be physically enhanced at the moment, but he was still a pretty fast kid. Maybe in another life, he could’ve joined the track team.

He chuckles-- and bolts after him, closing the distance very quickly, and catches up in a moment or two--

"You're a cracked egg, kid--" Razlo laughs a little harder, and now he lifts Danny by the back of his shirt, dangles him, even.

"Betcha I'll eat 20 burgers-- you'll pop after about 2."

If he cared enough about the whole ghost thing he'd ponder if, maybe even feel a little concerned. But if he can't fight it, he doesn't give a crap.

If he really stretches his senses, he can smell the junk food whafting through the air, drawing them closer and closer.