#on begged and borrowed time; zane MUSE

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the revamp - tw death, ghosts

chaotic, unprepared, awkward ghost boy (we all knew that already)

surprisingly athletic when he's not tripping up over his own feet. can endure long sprints of exercise and games of football.

loyal to his dying breath(lol), needs constant reassurance that the people around him still care about him.

enjoys long walks and fetching stuff for you ;)

personal assistant to jack and takes it super seriously. jack is one of the most important people in his life.

nightmares/flashbacks regarding his previous lives before and during halloweentown. no real memories of who he was.

is a ghost that's tied to evermore. his entire existence is fueled by evermore's magic making him seem like a living, breathing human. although he can hold things, physically touch, nap etc. he is ded.

only ghostly gifts he possesses is the ability to see very well in the dark.

cool to the touch but not freezing.

only consumes beverages and picks at the occasional pastry.

unlike the other ghosts in evermore he was not born a 'ghoul', so his abilities and presence is more undead than ghost like.

has a phantom heartbeat that will cease to exist when he finds out he's a ghost.

will find out he's a ghost very soon. dun dun dun!

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Zane sheepishly approached the makeshift booth, tugging at the sleeves of his jacket, this was a catastrophe of the highest level. The only way this day could possibly get worse was if Jack, Saal, Mavis or Maddox went missing. It was more than his head or heart could take. Zane nodded in greeting as he stood awkwardly, he'd never reported a person missing before-- he'd never had to search for someone before... it was all incredibly overwhelming to him.

"Zane- no wait I'm Zane-- sorry." he babbled, hoping this was all some kind of awful dream. "My friend Dipper is missing. And I don't think its on purpose this time."

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Kim swiped a hand across her brow, trying to unlock her teeth from where they'd been crushed together all morning. Right after the mayor's announcement, she'd dragged a folding table out onto the sidewalk and stuck up a small handwritten sign: Free Consults

She'd spent most of the morning interviewing people who walked up to her table, trying to get a grasp on what had occurred during the night. So far, the picture was far too blurry to understand.

After responding to a text from Molly, she noticed someone standing at the table.

"Hey, sorry! Didn't see you there! Who can I help you find?"

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@bcnedaddy at the apartment

Zane stretched his arms out in a yawn as he stumbled down the hallway on muscle memory alone, not even convinced his brain was functioning this early. He'd been sleeping like the dead lately, not hearing alarms or drifting off watching TV. Maybe he just needed a higher dose of caffeine. He hummed to himself reaching the kitchen, his hands lazily slapping cupboards until he found the right one and reached for a clean mug. "Sweet nectar of the gods" he smiled reaching for the pot of coffee and filling up his mug to the lip. He spun around to take a seat at the table, but braced himself against the counter in shock. "Shit Jack-- sometimes I forget you live here. --You been in here long?"

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Zane Olson open for all @evermorehqsstart // evermore park

Zane stood on the banks of the little lake, a bag of shredded lettuce and garden peas in one hand, as he tossed handfuls into the water with the other. He smiled faintly as he watched the swans and ducks snack on a watery salad, heaving a small sigh. "Did you know baby swans are called cygnets or flappers?" he asked feeling lonely in the presence of the water birds in their flocks. "I only found that out today"

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Shona, Hans, Zane and Thomas recently added new photos

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Zane couldn't sleep, granted he didn't sleep much, he couldn't eat, but he didn't do much of that either.. the nagging sensation of dread and feeling powerless had taken over. Usually when something weird went down in Evermore he consulted Dipper and Jack.. but now his friend was part of the building mystery and Zane was hellbent on solving it. Or at least.. trying to. His feet made light work of the forest he so frequently visited, as he continued looking for any signs of struggle or life nearby. He sighed approaching the person, he was shit out of luck or answers by this point. But maybe they could help each other.

"I mean I guess.. but that's assuming they even left town in the first place." Zane mused, laced with the hopelessness creeping over him. "There's got to be more to it.. I just can't figure out what that is."

LOCATION: the edge of town FOR: open !!! @evermorehqsstart

Staring at the line of trees, Wendy stood with one hand on her hip, a very large stick gripped in the other, hanging over her shoulder. They'd tried three times now to go through the woods, but at some point, they always ended up... on the other side of town, somehow, dazed and confused. Which was actually really kind of creepy, and no doubt something Dipper had already investigated. Which was why she was doing this, of course. She was lazy, but sometimes she cared enough to override the amotivation that was so deeply ingrained in her. Hearing footsteps, Wendy turned to their newfound company, bewilderment dancing across their features. "They had to get through this, right?"

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@wildcstwinter zane for saal

at the apartment

Zane didn't want to seem overbearing, or stalkerish as he passed by Saaliha's room for the third time that afternoon, not saying a word. Each time he crept past he dared to knock, wanting to check in on his pal, but stopped himself at the last second, scurrying back to the kitchen. After twenty tortuous minutes of worrying about everything that could go wrong if he didn't check on Saal, Zane psyched himself up to place two loud knocks on her door. "Saali?" he called out "Is everything okay in there? ... Are you alive? .. or just asleep?"

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zane for @fricndlyghost

the video store

Zane hummed idly to himself as he scanned through the romantic-comedy section of the store. He hated these silly little things, getting frustrated and nervous about choosing a good movie-- like Mavis would care if he chose a bad one.. but he felt the pressure regardless. With a sigh he reached for a Katherine Heigl 2000's classic , accidently dropping it to the floor. "Shit-- sorry! My bad!" he hissed to the employee. "Is there an extra charge for damaged cases...?"

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fictionformed, multimuse blog for > evermorehqs < full muse page with all additional information and links here, thanks!

abby park; Abby from Turning Red

hans westergaard; Hans from Frozen

shona samhain ; Shock from The Nightmare before Christmas.

thomas o'malley ;Thomas from The Aristocats.

zane olson ; Zero from The Nightmare before Christmas.

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Zane for @mavisolas, at his apartment

Zane had been putting off bringing Mavis to his home for awhile now, it wasn't like he didn't want her there, he really did, but he was also kind of worried Jack would ask too many questions about b*ood Zane didn't want to answer. "So this is the boys pad, I'm just kidding its more like a mad librarians holiday house." Zane explained as he closed the door behind him and stood to the side. "Kitchens on the left, living room is down the hall. Jack's area is at the end and my room is to the right-- beside the bathroom." Zane added, giving his tiny tour of his tiny home, very different to the Hotel Transylvania. "Do you uh want a drink? I've got a pot to heat up your stuff on the stove if you.. uh need it.."

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Zane for @bcnedaddy at the apartment!

Zane almost tumbled through the hallway as he pulled a hoodie over his head, even for July he'd been finding the months a tad chillier than last year. Climate change--what can ya' do? He trudged not gracefully into the kitchen with a sleepy smile on his face as he saw his best pal; Jack. "Morning boss you're up early!" he chirped, reaching for his favorite ceramic mug. "Any big things happening today? What's on our calendar? I can be ready to leave in like uhhhh three and half minutes."

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"You don't .. know?" Zane repeated, an eyebrow raised in both confusion and concern. Zane knew Jack could easily fall into a creative abyss and let the entire world whirl by him, he just wished he had found his friend before an entire night had passed. Zane watched Jack over the lip of his mug as he sipped on the coffee warming his always cold bones, nothing on Jack's face to indicate he hadn't slept-- the man was a statute of professionalism at every turn. Zane wasn't quite sure how his pal constantly achieved it. "Haha--yes, yes I did. You know I've been drinking like so much coffee and its like--not working. So I don't know maybe I'm cursed." Zane confessed with a careless shrug of his shoulders, even if the heavy slumbers were adding to his ever-growing list of anxieties. Small coma's alongside the missing people didn't equate to anything good-- and Zane didn't need Dipper to be here to tell him that, and he also couldn't dwell on that fact either. He huffed a laugh at Jack's words, wondering how the man would survive past noon without sleep when he certainly couldn't. "I was gonna' swing by the hotel and check on Mavis and Sib" Zane explained, not having much planned at all. He cocked his head to the side with a curious grin "Sick-- what have you been working on?"

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Jack hadn't slept yet. (The yet was more of an 'if' he would.) He was riding an adrenaline high that resulted in him with a boost of writer's muse. Scribbling away furiously into his journal Jack never noticed Zane enter the kitchen. His footsteps must have been light as a ghost with how quiet he had been. Even when he spoke up to himself Jack didn't notice Zane. It wasn't until he heard his own name come out in a startled tone that he looked up. "I...don't know." He looked at the time on his watch and furrowed his brow. "I suppose I have." He looked over at Zane, his own cup of coffee he'd had now in his hand as he took a sip. After setting the mug down he stood up and stretched his arms out and yawned. Disheveled hair rested just above his eyes and he smoothed it back in attempt to look somewhat put together. "Did you sleep through your alarms again?" Jack had never heard them go off has he had been so hyper fixated on his writing. For once. A smile crossed over Jack's features as he looked at Zane. "Well, it's already late. No use in going to sleep now," he stated in regards to him not sleeping at all. "What's your plan for the day? I should probably take a break from writing but I also don't want to lose the streak I'm on."

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Zane's features scrunched in confusion, for a second he really thought they were being serious and hadn't seen him make a complete blunder of himself. He was just hoping the cameras didn't catch it, because that would be extra embarrassing. "No no I am happy to cover the costs! I uh have my wallet right here, see!" he grinned, almost dropping it as he fished it from his pocket. "Uh butter fingers... good thing none of this stuff is made of crystal right?"

"I don't know," Casper admitted with a shrug, "probably not! I didn't see a thing!" In a quick motion, they made a zipping gesture along their lips, tossing an invisible key over their shoulder before bursting into a fit of giggles. "If so, it's probably like a quarter, and I have a quarter!" It wasn't like they needed the money to eat... or drink... or see a doctor. As long as rent was paid, the rest of their paycheck just continued to stack. They were happy to throw some change in the register if it came to that.