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mutable-manifestation · 2 years ago

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The Ghost King (of Miscommunication) Ch.17

Part 1-12,Part 13,Part 14,Part 15, Part 16

Part 17!

Info: Fenton food comes to life because it’s living material (or ex-living material) interacting with ectoplasm which allows it to form ghostiness. The food eaten in the ghost zone is just ectoplasm (animals made of ectoplasm, plants made of ectoplasm, etc - ectoplasm in the GZ is like carbon in humans).

Fun fact: All of the meals in the ghost zone are technically vegan because there’s no such thing as ‘meat.’ Plants can hold shape and be cooked if a ghost is feeling like getting fancy, but animals either a) have to have their core crushed so you can eat them without fighting but in that case they dissolve into liquid ectoplasm (which is what the ‘green liquid’ that is served as a drink is) or b) you can just bite an actual animal, but the plasm is still gonna get kind of liquidy before you can swallow (and you’ll have a ghost animal attacking you which is generally not great)

RIP Tucker, you really are in hell huh

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It takes everything Jazz has not to squeal when Jason rounds the corner and she lays eyes on him.

He’s tiny, following behind one of Danny’s repurposed skeletons like a lost duckling in his little red suit with his little black cape and his little utility belt and yes sure most people look little to Jazz but he’s so little.

She can’t quite tell if the fully-white eyes are an effect of his mask or just what they look like.

He’s also the first Phantom to not have white hair (Spike doesn’t count, the two of them adopting the last name “Spook” to Danny’s undying [ha] despair at Spike’s terrible sense of humor and her own enabling/poor sense of naming).

“Hello, you must be Jason!” She greets once the skeleton takes its leave.

She has to suppress another squeal when he floats up to be closer to eye level.

She refuses to react, Danny had already mentioned how shy and hesitant he’d been about everything. She didn’t want to scare him off.

“I’m Jazz, Danny’s big sister. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

She holds out her hand with a warm smile.

Hesitantly, Jason shakes it.

“You too.”

“I know you haven’t been at the castle long,” she begins, letting go and following Spike as he sweeps open and through the doors to the dining room, “but I’m sure you’ve done a bit of exploring. How have you found it so far?”

It takes him a moment to reply, his eyes sweeping over the weapons decorating the walls around the table - a holdover from growing up in the Fenton household: Jazz and Danny simply can’t eat in peace unless there are weapons readily available. Also useful when one is royalty or related to royalty, incidentally. The number of times the Box Ghost had spent dinner in the thermos after an attempt at a challenge was unreal.

“I’ve… just been out in the snow, mostly, actually. Uh-”

He pauses when she pulls out a chair at one side of the far end of the enormous 30-person table before looping around to sit opposite, next to Spike.

He sits, hesitantly, after her encouraging nod. Wulf follows suit.

“Can I ask…what’s with all of the…” he gestures vaguely at the modified thermos-gun behind the end-seat.

“Weapons?” Jazz grins. “Long story short, our parents were ectologists with no concept of lab safety. After one too many hotdogs and thanksgiving turkeys obtaining sentience to attack us we don’t like to eat without something on hand in case the food gets…uppity.”

Four skeletons float up through the floor to place their food in front of them, just then. Jason leaps back and up to float in the corner of the ceiling, looking down at his meal in anticipatory horror while the skeletons sank placidly back down through the floor.

‘I may have made the story too short,’ she thinks, standing slowly as not to startle-

“As someone who did not grow up in the Fenton household but who has eaten here quite a lot over the course of the last forty-plus years, I’ve never had that issue.” Spike speaks up, bless him. “I’m pretty sure that was uniquely a Fenton household thing due to a specific type of cross-contamination.”

“Exactly, it’s just for peace of mind. We don’t actually need them.” She’s happy to note that his anxiety has turned to just normal hesitance.

“If it would make you feel better I could give you a Wrist Ray?”

His lips pinch before he drifts back down, “Wrist Ray?”

“Here!” she smiles, lifting a hand to pull the one on the wall towards the middle of the room to her with a light application of telekinesis.

Jason watches with wide eyes, and she doesn’t fight down her smile at the awe and barely-suppressed curiosity she can sense just below the surface - fear too, but knowing he was freshly a halfa and hearing how long Danny suspected he’d been struggling to form his core, that was understandable.

Being dead was a lot. Being a ghost was a lot - even for Jazz, who’d grown up with Danny and had been at least tangentially involved in Ghost Zone politics since before she graduated high school.

A sense of normalcy was what he needed now; Jazz can help with that.

She made a mental note to have a talk with Danny about allowing work to interfere with family mealtimes and remind him exactly how they’d felt about that growing up.

Especially when the poor boy hadn’t even been a ghost for a week.

Time holds more meaning for younger ghosts, Danny will just have to learn to delegate until the boy has fully settled in.

Danny had stepped in to take care of Jason, and had barely left his side for an entire week.

Danny had made himself into the stable thing in Jason’s afterlife, and now he’d left him alone with a bunch of strangers - family and friends of the family or not, Jason didn’t know them yet - and Jason’s emotions were flopping as much as a fish out of water.

“This is a Fenton Wrist Ray - we tend to just call them Wrist Rays. You wear it like a bracelet,” she slides it over her hand as she speaks. “It’ll adjust to fit on its own once it’s on - make sure the actual ray is on the top of your wrist. Then-”

She takes aim at Danny’s chair and lets off a blast, leaving a smoking hole where his head would usually be.

“-you shoot!” She finishes cheerfully.

“Darling, the chair…” Spike coughs, but she knows by his smiling eyes that he’s stifling a laugh.

Wulf doesn’t bother hiding his snicker.

“To take it off you just tug - it’ll loosen as much as it needs to. And voila! Here, give it a try.”

She holds it out to him across the table, smile calm.

He looks at it like it’s a snake about to bite him. She waits.

A full 10 seconds pass before he finally takes the weapon, sliding reverently over his wrist.

He looks at Jazz.

She nods at the chair.

He aims at the chair.

Waits.

Looks at Jazz.

“Uh… How do I fire, exactly?”

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Jazz - Spike’s wife, apparently - is a breath of fresh air.

All of the talk he’d been subjected to for the past week has been about medical stuff he doesn’t understand or flying or introductions or how not to continue to be kidnapped.

Sure there was some party they talked about, but that had nothing to do with him, so he just shrugged the few times Danny had sought his input and eventually been left to his devices - those devices being dissociating, trying not to panic, trying not to loose Danny, and trying to find some kind of machine he could feasibly rewire into replacement comms if he could sneak it back to his ‘room.’

Jazz asks about ordinary things, like his favorite color and what he likes to eat and whether he’s seen the library yet - which he has to now that she’s waxed poetic about the size of it and how it has ‘pretty much everything’ (listen if he’s gonna be kidnapped he’s at least gonna take advantage of the perks) - and, strangely enough, his preferred party décor.

Another point to the fae theory - he remembers there being something about them having eternal parties or something.

She also gave him a kind-of-a-gun (even if it took him an unfortunate amount of time to figure out how to ‘will it to fire’).

When the meal (which does not rise to sentience) is over she offers to show him to the library, and when he tries to return the Wrist Ray she says he can keep it.

Spike tells him to enjoy the library and departs complaining about eyeballs - the third such complaint Jason has heard so far.

“Why do people keep saying that?”

“Hm?”

“About ‘eyeballs.’”

Jazz makes a face. It seems the dislike is universal.

“Bureaucrats.”

Jason makes a face - more universal than he’d thought.

“Ah.”

Jazz leaves him and Wulf outside the (large) library doors, having “An appointment to make - thankfully eyeball free.”

They all laugh as she leaves, then Jason slips into the library and decides this might, possibly, be heaven.

***

Jason: receives a gun and a library

Jason:

Jason: this is the good place

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numbaoneflaya · 3 years ago

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Can I get a list of all ur ocs?

Well anon youve done it, you made me make a list of all my major OCS in one place. I hope your happy with yourself. Under the cut for obvious reasons, may link in my blog desc later.

Modern/BTD verse!!

Jilly- Ferret beastkin little creature, was recently turned into a werewolf by vincent as well so she's running around on full moons in a wereferret wolf hybrid creature form. Chaotic and friendly and wants to be everyone's bestie. She has the most energy in the world and is very kind hearted. Banned from most Claires for stealing and from one Home Depot for climbing the shelves. Prone to living life with rose colored glasses on and seeing the best in everything/everything even when there's nothing there. Socialization is a must for her and is why being basemented/kidnapped broke her psych so quickly and developed severe stockholm. Sometimes overly talkative/enthusiastic and can scare people off. Even if she sees someone shes decided shes friends with be noticeably 'evil', will convince herself it must be for some reason/her fault and ignore it.

Ciggy- Undead punk still learning to harness his powers to interact with the world as a ghost. Was sacrificed by a cult he joined for free concert tickets and to get laid. Likes to cause problems on purpose both pre and prior death and he's not above possessing someone once he learns how to. Was called Rooster in high school before he dropped out because he's loud, obnoxious and always screaming. And also has bright red dyed hair. Looking 4 ways to become less ghosty bcs he wants to be able to help raise his infant daughter, whom he died before he could meet. Bit annoying and in your face, likes poking at bruises, his or others. Kind of a sad heart seeking attention through volume and persistence.

Mike: Vampire loser! Sells drugs and lives at raves. Was turned when she was attacked by a coked out vampire (whom she supplied the product to) and has major scarring on her face and chest. Needs a somewhat constant influx of blood so shell sometimes take victims back to her place and chain them up, slowly draining them over time. Feels bad (ish) about it tho so it is possible to survive her if you are nice and or interesting enough. Kind of desperate for a friend and for love. Is a stalker. If she likes you enough/finds you interesting, she might just appear in your house one night and start rummaging through your fridge like nothing is wrong and youve been besties for years. Its best to indulge her and be friendly, otherwise she could turn violent quickly if her feelings are hurt.

Kilaine- Regular human woman, but fucked up. Born and raised by an elite waspy society she had an interest in the human body and pain tolerance since she was young. Quickly learned that these traits were socially unacceptable in most professions, so she became a doctor. The only family she cared about was her younger sister who she lost in a car accident, where they were flipped over and trapped inside while it was afire. While her sister burned up in front of her Kilaine only lost her left arm and had major burns on her body. This tipped her descent into sadism and she is now madly obsessed with bringing her sister back no matter the cost. Rude and offstandish, clinical.

Dragon age verse!

Thurwen- My main Hero of Ferelden with a bad temper and a heart of gold. City elf from the Denerim Alienage, 18 at the start of origins. She's a reaver warrior with a lot of pent up rage which sometimes scares others when she lets it out in battle. Over the years she's grown less moody as she's had to take the role of Commander. Crude sense of humor and violent impulses, very sensitive to the plights of others and tries often to help. Never seen crying in public but only cries to herself at night- major martyr and hanged man complex.

Caz- My circle mage elf inquisitor who was an apostate before the conclave. Blood magic, but make it sneaky. Wary of strangers and new faces, always dealing with the impulse to flee/find a high vantage point. Endless curiosity about the unknown/ the forbidden/ naughty, was supposed to be made tranquil for it but she escaped. Kind of a little creature as well, lived on her own for a while as an apostate in the woods, filed her teeth down to sharp ends to make herself look more intimidating (shes 5 ft tall) and less cute (her elf ears are huge and expressive, which shes embarrassed about)

Dag and Thagna- Carta twins! Professional lyrium smugglers since birth pretty much. Raised casteless in dust town and had to work their way up the chain of command by themselves. Dag is the brother, Thagna the sister. Their father traded them to the carta for drinking money and their mom died in childbirth so they have somewhat of a codependent relationship. Both charismatic and calculating, friendly and agreeable but won't hesitate to put a dagger in your back. Hard to pin down morally or physically, squirrelly bastards.

Reila: Dalish elf who works for the inquisition/ is the inquisitor in some aus. She has an extreme fixation on elvhen history and rebuilding what they have lost. Not a people person, prefers solitude. Takes some time to warm up to shemhlen as she has a hard history with them. Good friends with Caz, who recruited her in the first place. Doesn't understand very many social cues and finds societal expectations limiting and frustrating. Fondness for halla and hooved animals, which she finds graceful.

Elder scrolls verse!

Valkya: Near seven foot nord woman whos over a thousand years old by the events of skyrim. Tall and buff, two handed warrior and compulsive hero there to bask in the spotlight save the day. She was killed at the start of the events of Elder scrolls online and had her soul ripped out and sent to coldharbor and she's just been a pain in the ass about it since then. Her body can physically die and will not regrow pieces. Her soul however will escape and teleport to the nearest source of power where her body will regrow from an aetherial plasm until its whole again. Loud and brash, friendly and jovial. Actually pretty keen especially after centuries of life but prefers to play dumb as it makes people underestimate her. Plus, she really does enjoy mud wrestling and drinking contests and acting generally like a rambunctious frat boy. Ha developed a bit of a substance problem and a problem with acting out, as after being alive so long she would turn to anything to dull the ache inside of her that never goes away.

Espira- My Dragonborn! Redguard from Hammerfell who was briefly in the Ash’abah due to killing undead while protecting her parents water farm as a child. Ran away from them after years and went to Cyrodille, then to Skyrim and was caught crossing the border. Reserved, kind and soft spoken, she's a sword and shield warrior who's committed herself to doing good in the world by helping others. Dislikes killing and anything messy but believes it is often necessary in order to protect the weak. She blacksmiths often to save money on the upkeep of her own equipment, and takes up metal jewelry working as a hobby with the excess material. Prone to trusting others too much and giving too many second chances, as shes always looking for ways to make even the most hardened criminal a second look at life.

Riley- Espiras little brother who she locked in the wardrobe during the event of the water farm attack. In preventing him from doing violence against the undead she kept him from being conscripted into the Ash’abah. He's way more chaotic than his sister, and suffers from a case of little sibling syndrome in which he will often pester/poke at people just to get a rise out of them. Still kind hearted as his sister, he tries to hide it because he believes that the world is a cruel place and the cruel survive. Despite that belief he is often still unable to force himself to be cruel/careless, only making a show of it so that others leave him alone and don't see that he's very sensitive and emotional. Deaf in one ear due to a magic mishap in his youth, he trained and enchanted his most beloved rats to live for years and sit on his shoulder, alerting him to noises he would not otherwise notice.

Felria: Evil vamp :/ chaotic evil dunmer necromancer. Small and devilish and likes dead bodies too much. Manipulative and cunning, she loves acting. She's a trained assassin for the dark brotherhood and is the speaker. Likes dressing up for missions and wearing disguises like its all a play. Loves toying with people more than she loves killing them, will act in ways that cause as much trauma as possible for other people just for fun and she finds the reactions interesting. Considers herself too far removed from most people's perception of morality and of her so it's hard for her to trust someone or see them as worthy of knowing her. Finds the psychology of grief and fear to be interesting and wants to study them first hand. The hero of kvatch.

Herren: Fifty something year old rat woman looking for something to keep her going. Ran away from her wealthy family in her youth when they wanted her to take charge of the household, instead became an infamous jewel thief and swashbuckler. Spent most of her life traveling and stealing and double dealing. She's smarmy and sarcastic, a serial romancer of the highest caliber. Bit of a show off and a hedonist, always looking for the next good party or new product to snort. Her family died off due to the hard times she wasn't there for and she keeps looking for bigger and bigger heists to fill her appetite as she's chronically bored and lonely, though wont accept intimacy and will scoff at it out of the belief she doesn't deserve it. Irresponsible and selfish, lonely and terrified of any sort of commitment. Fun to party with though!

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