#most if not all of my squall ideas aren't that serious

[wundrousarts]

Does anyone have any fancasts for the Nevermoor movie that they'll always stand by?

I throw various actors at the wall for Squall because I have no clue about him and welcome a surprise, but I genuinely can't think of anyone but Domhnall Gleeson being a perfect fit for Jupiter

[phantasmalnightmare]

"Yeah guess that makes sense. I'm sure your family has killed people for far less, being a mafia family and all. I mean, I haven't known you for very long yet, but I've already decided that you're my friend. So, if someone assaulted you, I'd probably kill them too." He said it so nonchalantly, as if he wasn't talking about murder. The darkness inside of him had no issue or qualm over killing someone that would hurt his friends or family. "I've always thought anyone that would assault a woman is scum. They would deserve it."

He laughed softly, as the topic changed to something much less serious: her dislike of his nickname. The way being called princess irked her only made it more fun for him. She was an heiress, and while he knew that she didn't get to wear the poofy dresses and fall in love with the prince like in the movies, he knew she'd grown up never wanting for food, clothes, and material things. Love on the other hand... She'd likely never received much of that. He knew that the old time families were certainly lacking in that department.

"I'm used to people calling me leader, so wouldn't really bother me much. Though.. I really don't need the whole San part." He shuddered. "It sounds too formal. Besides, you're older than me aren't you?" He looked over the graveyard with mild interest, before returning his gaze to her own. "Just Mikey is fine, princess." He grinned. "Or at the very least.. Kun would be better." He drawled with a smirk. "Gotta say, you have a nice laugh. I think it's the first time I've heard it. We'll definitely have lots more laughs before the day is over." The blonde promised, as they entered the haunted house.

"I.. see. Have you ever run into a ghost in your families haunted houses?" It was hard to imagine being able to buy so many houses for storage and protection, even if they were cheaper due to their circumstances. As a fairly poor middle schooler, the task of buying just one house seemed daunting to him. "Guess I'll have to visit one sometime to see for myself." Manjiro still didn't quite believe in ghosts, and he wasn't sure what happened to people once they passed away. He liked to believe in reincarnation, and that Satori and Baji were squalling babies elsewhere. Hopefully, they would have a better life this time. Yet, he just was so unsure of what happened after death, that he couldn't say he believed in it for certain.

"I don't ever want to need to protected by a gun." The sentence came out harsher than he intended. Maybe because it was what had taken Satori from him, or perhaps because it was the cowardly Chisaki's weapon of choice, but he hated the cold, steel machines that could take someone's life so easily. "I believe most things can be solved by fists. Negotiations though.. I'm not very good at. So I wouldn't mind if you bailed me out with that." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, glad for the distraction as the ride started.

There were many objects floating around, including a clock, and a multitude of books. Mikey couldn't help but wonder how the items were being levitated, and how the piano keys moved as if the ghosts were playing it. It was very cool, he had to admit, but he managed to keep his composure, even as Sonia excitedly pointed out all of the different attractions.

"S-sure. Maybe we'll see some ghosts." He responded, eyeing the fortune teller that was supposedly summoning them. He was trying his best to sound enthusiastic, even though his lack of belief in the supernatural made it sound a bit forced. Next, they entered the ballroom. It was quite beautiful, he had to admit. "Now I want cake." He whispered, as the ghosts blew out the candles, despite all the desserts they had just consumed. He watched the ghosts waltzing on and off, and he wondered if it was holograms or something else. It did seem... almost real.

"It is beautiful." He agreed. "I've never been to a ball though.. or any kind of dance. I actually have no idea how to dance." He admitted, gazing at the various ghost couples floating about. He'd never even desired to do such a thing like dance before, but the ease at which they glided around made him want to try. Perhaps, it would even help with his coordination in fights. "It does look fun."

Once they passed through the last of the ballroom, they entered a new room. Large bars of what appeared to be cages lined the room, and inside were... clown ghosts. The Toman Leader blanched, and he suddenly gripped Sonia's arm. The bars didn't keep the ghosts in for long, as they drifted almost lazily out, large cleavers in hand.

He wanted to shrink away, yell, or demand to get off of this ride. Yet, he wouldn't ruin this ride for her. He could tell how much she was enjoying it, and he thought of how she'd never been allowed at an amusement park. He would make sure this was the most fun day for her and that nothing would ruin it. So, he managed to keep his outward composure, staring down the clowns as fearlessly as possible, even as one wandered much too close to their car for his liking. The only thing that gave him away, was the tight grip he kept on her arm, his small form of comfort in his personal hell. "I.. will not be afraid." He grit out, not wanting to show any weakness.

Something between a snort and a huff was her response to Mikey's assessment of women. On one hand, it was almost a marvel that a man could come to that realization on his own. On the other, girls simply "having it tough" barely scratched the surface of what women endured, some more than others depending on their circumstances. Subjugating themselves to men, well, that likely often came from both of their walks of life: crime, organized and unorganized. It was why the Borghese Family was an oddity in the black market: an organization where women, and only women, held spots of power and authority were pretty much unheard of.

"We women do have it 'pretty tough,'" She assured him, once she was able to wipe the smirk off her face. He was looking to find common ground with her, someone who for all intents and purposes led the Japanese outfit of the Family and had been directly responsible for the death of his friend. It didn't suit either of them for her to take offense or sarcasm in his words.

And besides: he had a sister, and one he cared for at that. Perhaps that helped him look upon women fondly, or at least more so than most men would. Sonia wondered what Mikey would want his sister to do, in the imaginary situation he now placed Sonia herself in. She had a feeling it would be different than her own answer. "If a man attempted to assault me, he would not be alive for very long," She muttered. Even if they were on the way to a ride that thrived on creeps and haunts, it wasn't the sort of conversation one had at an amusement park. Or most places, unless one wanted to present a very clear ultimatum. She didn't take pleasure in such things, not the way her mother did. "That is the rule in my family. Assault towards women is already frowned upon heavily, but against the heir? That is basically declaring war, and that's not a decision most are comfortable making."

One she hoped Mikey could agree with, even if they couldn't agree on an appropriate nickname. Sonia pouted as they passed the giant fictional castle, home to a young woman who wore ballgowns and fell in love and had happily ever afters. Things that she likely wouldn't be allowed to experience, so why give her the Princess nickname anyway? Big dresses and big loves took away from power, from making the decisions no one else could. It also gave someone else the ability to control you, or so her mother had impressed upon her: always be the one who loves less, and never show the full depth of your heart to anyone. Sonia's heart had always been deemed too soft, too gentle, despite the fact it had been that heart and those hands that had saved her mother's life when no one else could.

"Well, I still do not like it, the Princess name," She huffed in response, "Would you prefer it if I called you 'Gang Leader' all the time? Or would you prefer Sano-san, or Mikey-san, instead? I rather prefer calling you the latter, myself." There was common ground they shared, of course, but perhaps the most precious was how little they were seemingly allowed to be themselves, responsibilities and titles aside. She smiled at his assessment of her preferences, and chuckled at his distaste for the fake gravestones. Expressions she couldn't often wear in front of members of The Family.

"They may be bad jokes, but if you smile, then I think they have done their job," Sonia said, before nodding with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm. "And yes! There are many haunted homes where I am from in Europe, many of which are abandoned and therefore can be bought for cheap or simply take over. They make decent safehouses and storage areas, once outfitted with proper security precautions, but I simply like the atmosphere the most. So many ghosts, so many stories!"

She knew there were some haunted locations in Japan, but it wasn't quite the same as Europe: different belief systems and opinions of what happened after one died. Just like there were different opinions on necessary protection, though Sonia shook her head at his assessment. "With a firearm, maybe," She whispered as they entered a large room, the first attraction of the ride. "Or negotiations. I think you have me rather beat where hand-to-hand combat is concerned. Just as well, we all have our strengths."

But the portraits stretched, the lights turned off, recorded screams echoed and when Sonia looked up, an apparent corpse hung from the tallest rafters of the ceiling. She grinned, perhaps far too amused by faux-murder that had taken place. And the dark hallways with dingy furnishings and upholstery. And the fleet of black ride cars, as they were ushered into one for their tour of the Haunted Mansion. "Look, a library of levitating books! And a piano played by spirits!" She exclaimed as their car moved through the various scenes. Guests trapped behind doors, a candelabra that floated in the distance, a broken grandfather clock that turned backwards. Sonia sat up, even more intrigued by the fortune teller whose head was immersed in her crystal ball.

"Sano-san!" She whispered eagerly, "Listen, she is summoning spirits to join us! Is that not wonderful?" Maybe it wasn't truly haunted, but she was happy to play along as the car turned again to look down over a spiderweb-covered ballroom: a ghost blew out the candles on a birthday cake, two more appeared in front of their portraits with pistols to duel, one sat at an organ playing a melancholy tune, and several more pairs, in evening dress, twirled and waltzed around the dance floor, disappearing and reappearing into thin air. "Oh, this is so beautiful," Sonia sighed, a bit dreamily and uncharacteristic of the future leader of an organized crime family. She couldn't afford to dream or wish for much, not when real life asked so much of her already. But a ghost ball...she wanted to attend one, one day.