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@askvaleriegray
andrealessi:
I am not “full of hate” as if I were some passive container. I am a generator of hate, and my rage is a renewable resource, like sunshine.
It’s 2015 and Valerie Gray still deserved so much better
Stop whining, woman up.
Valerie Gray (via totallycorrectdannyphantomquotes)
my nurse just came in to check my vitals and I told him to fight me from beneath a mountain pillows. He just moved my pillows and told me maybe later.
he just came in again and when I tried to tell him to fight me again I started coughing and I couldn’t breathe and then then he just smiled and told he won’t fight me because he knows I’d win
Apparently I seduced him with my drool and terrible lungs because he wrote his number on a coffee from the giftshop under “fight me?”
Imagine your OTP
Okay but how did Valerie feel about what Vlad did to the Nasty Burger in Eye for an Eye? I mean, that’s her job, her source of income, lost because of her benefactor’s actions. You’d think the show would address something like that, but NOPE
imagining your otp doing the forehead touch is literally the most important thing in the whole world. everybody take a second and stop scrolling and imagine your otp doing the forehead touch. okay. you can move on now.
No Birthday Blues Here - Closed RP
Thorek realized that she had come out of the bathroom when she cleared her throat. He glanced over, and he rushed his actions a bit before following her, a bit absentmindedly. She either wanted him out quickly, or she wanted him to get ready for bed already.
She had already gotten into bed, and she had left the normal space for him. He gave a light exhale of relief. It seems as if she wanted him to stay. He had originally decided to sleep on the floor, but his heart pulled him into another direction.
He slipped out of his shoes as he fumbled a bit towards the bed. He didn’t want to make her wait forever. Quickly stripping his jacket off, he tossed it to the side before pulling back the covers and getting in. The ghost gave her a loving, yet shy smile, and he slipped his hand into hers.
Unknowingly, Valerie had also been holding her breath as she waited to see what he intended to do, and when he made obvious actions that indicated he was staying, she initially stiffened. But all he removed was his shoes and jacket, slipping into the other side of the bed otherwise clothed, and she let out a slow, shaky sigh.
She felt his fingers fumble for her hand as he gave her a shy smile, and after a moment of debate, she gave his hand a slight squeeze, a weak echo of the same smile. But she released his hand a moment later so she could turn over and turn out the light, and once that was done, she remained on her side, back to the ghost in her bed.
“... Goodnight, Thorek,” She said, taking a deep breath to try and settle the odd racing of her heart in her chest, a weird mixture of anticipation and anxiety, hangovers from dealing with the more recent events. But she tried to compose herself for sleep, with the reminder that Thorek wasn’t one to try and pull anything, and that she was okay and safe. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, lulled by the familiar presence at her back.
No Birthday Blues Here - Closed RP
What kind of answer was that?
It was a frustrating one, and it felt like some sort of lose-lose test situation.
If she wanted peace and he stayed, he would irk her. If she wanted peace but he left, she might get the impression that he only wanted sex or something. If she wanted him to stay and he did stay, she might feel as if she owed him something physical in return, but if she wanted him to stay and he left, she would be hurt that he abandoned her.
God damn it.
She did say do what you want, and Thorek did want to stay. He desperately missed her company at night, mostly just being able to snuggle close to her and knowing that she was there.
‘I can just sleep on the floor’ he reasoned to himself, and he began to put up the rest of the pizza for her as she had moved to change.
Valerie took her time, finishing up her usual nightly routine, stepping out of the bathroom in her usual set of sleep clothes, which mostly consisted of a tank top and sweatpants. She glanced around when she stepped out, not sure if Thorek would actually stay or not, but a moment later she caught sight of him in the kitchen, putting up the rest of the food.
She worried her lip between her teeth in hesitation. She herself wasn’t really sure what she wanted, other than sleep. While she had missed dearly the feeling of Thorek being close by, there was still that raw feeling in her chest. Trying to shake the thoughts and feeling off, Valerie cleared her throat to let him know she was done, carrying her clothes to the hamper before slipping over to the bed.
She slipped under the covers on the side of the bed she usually slept on, and habit had dictated that she had left plenty of space for another person. She didn’t immediately turn off the lamp, clearly waiting to see if Thorek was actually going to stay, or leave.
Hear My Words, That I Might Teach You [closed with askvaleriegray]
He sighed. She had a lot of points. “You’ve got me there. About everything. However, there are many, many weaker ghosts who can’t actually stop the worse ones. And there are certain powers you do not want used on anyone, even if it’s supposed to be in the name of good.”
The Ghost Writer gave her a positively haunted look. He really, really hated the possibilities of what he could do in a lot of ways. There were good things about it, yes, but reality alteration as a power was frightening. Making anyone be, do, or believe anything? That was too much.
Valerie crossed her arms carefully while still clutching the book in her hand. “That’s an excuse, and you know it,” she countered. “You can’t seriously tell me that all the ‘good’ ghosts are weak, and all the ‘bad’ ghosts are powerful, with no exceptions. And even if there are some powers that can’t be used... why can’t weaker ghosts band together and fight?”
She wasn’t sure what the look the Ghostwriter was giving her meant, but it was enough to make her uncomfortable. “Look, I can’t really do or say anything to change the way things on our side. I’m a solo hunter, and no one other than my Dad, Phantom, and the person who originally supplied my suit really knows my identity as a ghost hunter. I really doubt I’d be able to change the mindset of any of the others, particularly if things keep going the way they do.”
She held up her free hand in a sort of careless wave. “Even if I resolve to only go after ghosts that I personally see breaking the law... well, technically you were breaking the law, but... Okay. Say I only go after ones actively terrorizing and destroying stuff. That’s still like 95 to 98% of the ghosts I’ve seen. Until stats like that change? There’s nothing I could do, and nothing I would do.”
No Birthday Blues Here - Closed RP
There was an awkward silence for what felt like a fairly long time. It was a bit late, and he would probably have to get going soon.
Unless…
Thorek glanced a bit nervously at Valerie. Would it be weird to ask? Of course, he wouldn’t mean that, but he sincerely missed having her next to him at night.
“Mind if I stay over, or do you want some peace to recover?” he asked carefully.
Valerie froze, caught off guard at the request. Not that he hadn’t spent the night over since the argument, but that was back when he’d finally confronted her after their argument, and had to more or less nurse her back to health after she’d let herself get to such a horrible condition.
“I...” she found herself fidgeting. Words that had been said at the argument still rang in her ears, making her pale. Sure, she’d been informed she’d taken the words wrong, but still, it had cut her deeply at the time, to hear him speak of her in such a way.
And was she really ready to openly and willingly let him be that close again? She wasn’t sure. While they were trying to mend thing between them, it was neither easy nor fast. She swallowed hard, her appetite lost as she rose from the bed to toss the rest of the pizza on her plate(mostly just crust anyways) into the trash.
“... Do what you want,’ she said, though she didn’t meet Thorek’s eyes, instead busying herself to gather things to prepare for bed herself, slipping into the bathroom to change.
Hear My Words, That I Might Teach You [closed with askvaleriegray]
He rested his cheek on his hand, frowning at the information about the suit. He wanted to look into the matter further, because that was very… strange. He sighed and gave her a weary look. “I did break and enter, if only to avoid the problems that would come with showing up when it’s open. If I were to show up then, that would just cause the patrons to panic and hunters would be after me. If I were allowed to be there without that threat and without the danger of the laws set in place, I would be fine visiting during normal hours.”
“Even if there are problems related to how to deal with a ghostly criminal and prisoner, trying to make our existence illegal is going to lead to a lot more problems than intended. Such laws don’t stop the strong-willed or malicious spectres from doing what they would like to and only serves to divide the two worlds further. The ones who obey the laws are then never seen in the human world or stay hidden if they have business there. Then everyone sees primarily malicious ghosts, leading to confirmation bias, that ghosts are evil.”
“As for why I am bothering, I hope I can convince you. You’re barely an adult. The Guys in White are too calcified, too set in their ways, to be able to change. I don’t know about the Fentons, but they’d probably find some way to trap and kill me before I could convince them that we’re not all hell-bent on taking over the world.“
Valerie scowled, shaking her head. “You just pointed out the flaw in your own words,” Valerie stated. “For one... most people don’t even believe ghosts exist until they see one. The ones who have, usually they only see the bad ones. And you said it yourself, regardless of what laws are in place, the bad ones are going to come and wreck havoc anyways. Dealing with a ghost criminal isn’t like dealing with a human one. Most humans can’t even defend themselves against a ghost, even the ones who aren’t so bad, assuming there actually are any. Jury’s still out on you.”
“And this?” Valerie held up the book, before opening it up, skimming quickly through the pages. “... This looks like it was mostly written by the Guys in White. I’m pretty sure none of these ‘laws’ were ever put up for vote. I’ve certainly never seen them written anywhere else before.” She looked back up. “You’re going on and on over how ghosts are treated? Let me put things in perspective for you.”
“There’s a lot of ghosts. A ton of them show up in Amity Park alone, and I have no idea how many crop up around the world, but let’s just focus on Amity Park. Do you know how many actual ghost hunters there are in comparison? Like, real ghost hunters?” She snorted. “The Fentons. The Guys in White when they’re actually in town. Me... and Phantom, if you can count another ghost beating up ghosts. But honestly, it’s usually mostly me and Phantom dealing with the majority of the troublemakers.”
“So two to four people against every ghost that comes through that portal the Fentons’ have. Two to four people trying to protect the town from almost daily ghost attacks. Do you really not get it? Do you really not understand why we judge so harshly? We’re outnumbered, fighting against an enemy that really does over power us, trying to protect people who can’t fight back at all! You go on about how humans treat ghosts, conveniently forgetting that the majority of ghosts who come to our world treat humans as even worse!”
“Confirmation bias be damned, if you ghosts really did care about humans at all, if you thought of us as equals, then you’d actually police your own damn kind and prevent those kinds of ghosts from coming over! So don’t you get all high and mighty when we do the only thing we can do to protect ourselves! But no, if these supposed ‘good’ ghosts exist, they’re more than content to let the ‘bad’ ghosts come and treat humans like play-things. Toys to be used until broken and then tossed aside. You ghosts dug your own grave in the way you let your own treat us humans, and instead of building a ladder to get out you all just keep digging yourself deeper while complaining that we should be the ones offering you a hand up.”
“There’s always two sides to every coin, Mr. Ghostwriter,” she said snidely. “You’re so caught up in what injustices you feel, you don’t even consider why we act the way we do. You want to flip this around? How safe would the average human be if they came to the Ghost Zone? I’m not even talking hunters. I’m talking about Joe Schmoe. No weapons. No armor. No nothing. Think about that next time you go on about how dangerous us ghost hunters make it for ghosts to come to the Human World.”
Hear My Words, That I Might Teach You [closed with askvaleriegray]
“So you let the abyss stare back… Fun.” He crossed his arms, legs now forming a tail as he flew up to one of the shelves.
“…The suit is technologically advanced for even modern times. A few things are moreso, like my keyboard or Clockwork’s medallions, but a suit like that doesn’t come cheap. Where’d you get it?”
He pulled out a small, more modern-looking book, and flipping through the pages. “And, in most states, that would count as a very serious form of stalking, tracking us down like that on what is the equivalent of DNA sampling… If the human legal system even recognized any of us as people, I should say. The laws related to ghosts are disturbing in terms of the legal precedents they set.”
He looked up uncomfortably, having floated to her. He handed her the book, a bound copy of the Federal Anti-Ecto Control Act with numerous notes in the margins, including notes about other laws, all written in purple ink. “Er, I died during the civil rights era and before the beginning of the modern gay rights movement, back when Edmund Bergler was still practicing, so it’s incredibly uncomfortable to watch some of the parallels.”
Valerie stiffened, a wary cast to her eyes. “I’m not obligated to tell you about myself, or my sources,” She replied. “I’ve already probably have told you more than I should have.” Not that Vlad Masters was a source any longer, and it was hard to explain the acquisition of her second, current suit.
Her eyes narrowed as he started spouting various legal stuff at her. “You want to talk laws?” She asked, crossing her arms. “How about the fact that I wouldn’t have even known you were in town if you hadn’t used your energy to... you know... break in and enter the Library? And what about the legal ramification for ghosts who break our laws? Can’t exactly take a ghost to court for destruction of property, or assault, or murder, or anything else. Can’t exactly keep a ghost in prison either. It’d cost too much to ghost proof every prison, and it wouldn’t be safe to keep ghosts in with other prisoners. And you can’t exactly take a ghost’s ‘weapons’ away from them.”
Valerie took the book only because it had more or less been forced into her hands, and she couldn’t keep from flinching at the action. She only gave the cover a cursory glance, then looking up at the Ghostwriter in a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. “Why are you telling me all of this anyways? I’m barely 18 years old. No one even knows who I am or what I do. It’s not like I could do anything about any of this, even if I wanted to. So why?”
Hear My Words, That I Might Teach You [closed with askvaleriegray]
“…I’d assumed you’d be like Phantom, needing the constant piling on of consequences to get a true understanding of how your actions are terrible. Seems I was wrong. And, if I must fight, I don’t bother with direct violence. I prefer trickery, disabling, and confusion. Of course, you’re used to brutes or those who defend themselves with blunt force.” He didn’t do much else aside from shrug.
“…Though I do have a question. Why on Earth were you on the roof of the library?” It was a question at the back of his mind, of if she’d stayed up there due to needing rest or if she’d found him out. Seemed like she was waiting for him, but at the same time, he could just be wrong and she could have fast reflexes.
Valerie broke gaze for a moment, scowling off to the side. “Yeah, well, when you’re trying to defend your home from monsters, you kinda find yourself doing things you might not normally be proud of,” She admitted grudgingly. “It’s like that one saying with the abyss and all. And how was I to really know differently, when I’ve had no real proof before?”
She looked back at his question, arching an eyebrow. “My suit is capable of detecting the use of ectoplasmic energy, from even on the other side of town, and if I have a specific ecto-signature, I can narrow down the search to that one particular ghost. Any time a ghost goes invisible, or phases through something, or fires a shot, or anything like that, my suit can detect it and give me a general idea of where it happened. I knew there was a ghost in the library. But I wasn’t about to just bust in there myself and get the cops after me for breaking and entering.”
She crossed her arms. “So I waited. I figured whatever ghost was in there would leave eventually, and my suit would detect the use of energy once that happened. Which it did. And you know the rest from there.”
Hear My Words, That I Might Teach You [closed with askvaleriegray]
He blinked and typed her out of the story, sending her back to the Ghost Zone, typing so she’d turn back to human. He frowned, considering her words. “I can be incredibly impulsive and quick-tempered, especially when someone’s either desecrated books or has accused me of such a crime. My apologies.” He banished the keyboard and held out his hand to shake hers as a gesture of good will. “I also wanted to make a point that you really don’t know what a stranger may have in terms of skills and abilities, so picking fights like you do is generally unwise.
“…Though I’m still curious. I believe you’re alluding to Phantom and, though I think he’s an urchin and he has a track record of being a fucking idiot, he’s not evil like you seem to think. His obsession is with ensuring the safety of humans. He doesn’t care much about property and he’s a downright Scrooge during Christmas.
“And we usually aren’t evil, you know. Some of us just want to indulge our obsessions. The ones who go to the human world either do so because their obsession involves contact with your world or they really do not like humans. I was serious when I said I was at the library to read. My obsession is with literature and writing.”
He gestured around to the library they were still in, several of the books floating between shelves and swapping places. “This is my home, but there is only so much space for books, even with there being pocket dimensions for several wings. I also travel because I write under pen names and publish in the human world. The Ghost Zone has many regions and this area doesn’t have many intellectuals, unfortunately.”
One moment she was in an unused, darkened classroom, glaring up at the ceiling and ignoring the steadily rising burning sensation in her chest again, and the next she found herself in the same strange library as before, the burning vanishing as she felt the forced ghostly aspect removed. Her gaze dropped from the ceiling instead to the ghostly author, taking a few wary steps back despite the fact that he’d dismissed the keyboard and held out a hand.
“Point taken,” She admitted grudgingly, eyeing him warily, “Though typically it’s not exactly something I have the luxury to concern myself over when there’s a ghost I am needing to deal with.” Despite her words, she pointedly didn’t attempt to activate her suit. Last thing she needed at the moment was for this apparently rather powerful ghost to think she was going to attack him again, and throw her back into that ‘story’.
Her anger hadn’t gone, but now it was a slow simmer rather than a boiling over rage. Part of her very much wanted to deny his words, to claim he was lying. But part of her, the part that wasn’t purely ruled by her emotions reminded her that there had been no visible damage to the library that she could see, that, despite what he had previously done, he hadn’t let her trapped in there, insisting she accept his way of thinking, and finally, the fact that lying to her now would serve little purpose.
“...” Valerie didn’t reply immediately, but her eyes did flicker briefly away as she made her decision, before she straightened back up again, facing the Ghostwriter. “I can’t say that I’ll trust you. And I can’t say that I won’t still view ghosts with suspicion. It’s kind of my job to do so. But...” Her jaw worked as her teeth clenched. “I will... try... to keep in mind what you said. I meant what I said, though. If you had gone home on your own without causing me any trouble, I would have let you go. Sure, I’d’ve done my best to make sure you did actually go home... but I wouldn’t have attacked if I hadn’t felt you were about to attack yourself.”
Hear My Words, That I Might Teach You [closed with askvaleriegray]
“Yes, I am an ass. You just noticed? That’s what happens when you try to shoot someone after accusing them of crimes they’d never commit. They tend to be in a sour mood, especially when they’re already a grumpy old hermit who just wanted to read, dammit.”
His frown deepened, noting how she and Danny both had a habit of glaring up at the ceiling in an attempt to glare at him when trapped in stories, as he wrote the details of the room she was in. “I am serious, that I didn’t cause that shock. Believe me, I can be very wicked when I get the urge to be so, but I didn’t do that. You’re thinking of Technus or, on a larger scale, Vortex. I deal in irony and piling on the consequences of one’s own actions.” Whatever was going on, he didn’t like it, especially since he was supposed to be in control of the situation.
“There really isn’t much to do. Just try to live your life while being the ghost amongst humans who are openly hostile to you and with hunters who will notice you and try to attack. Those who are hunters will be more prone to hunting you and those less antagonistic may not attack unless you try. I’d love to see what would happen if you found Clockwork’s analogue…
“The point I’m trying to make is that, when you don’t make distinctions between us, assuming us all cut from the same foul cloth, you are the real monster of the situation if you are wrong. And you are wrong much of the time. If ghosts were all as evil and dangerous as you think, there would be much more horror in the world… I assure you I don’t want to kill you, nor maim you, so you aren’t in serious danger. I figure you’d need to know that and have it stated outright.”
Valerie’s teeth clenched. She didn’t believe he hadn’t done it for a minute, no matter what he said. “You think I don’t already know what that’s like?” Valerie said, using the desk to push herself back up into a standing position. “You’re going on about me seeing the other side of things... but have you ever really seen our side? Maybe you should walk in my shoes. How would you like to know what it’s like, to see your town attacked almost on a daily basis, people having their homes and lives ruined because of some thing that isn’t even supposed to be there?!”
“Or better yet, how would you like to have decided to go up against those monsters, only to get flack from your own people because one of the ghosts you go after, the one who seemingly started everything and personally ruined your own life, somehow managed to pull the wool over everyone else’s eyes? That even though he still causes all sorts of damage, he’s seen as a hero, and apparently you’re the one who’s scum because you see him for what he really is!?”
“And then there’s the times you wonder if maybe you really are wrong, and you decide to give a ghost a chance. He’s just a kid, right? Surely he couldn’t be that bad. Only turns out you end up with a damn sword through the shoulder that, just a few inches lower would have caught you in the heart. And you really expect me to somehow learn that not all ghosts are bad? From you throwing me into a story where you supposedly control every aspect of it?”
“There’s no way it’s going to work, because this is all fake! These aren’t real humans, just like I’m not really a ghost. This is just you manipulating things to try and shove your own point of view down my throat!” Her trembling and aching had stopped, but now that burning sensation was starting to rise in her chest again, though she didn’t notice beyond her hand coming to her chest again to rub at her sternum. She was too caught up in angrily arguing with the ceiling.
“Every damn ghost I have ever run into has done something to try and hurt people. And now, in an attempt to convince me this isn’t true, you’re doing the same damn thing to me. You would have better convinced me by going home without having actually caused me trouble. Now you’ve pretty much only cemented my belief even further!”
Hear My Words, That I Might Teach You [closed with askvaleriegray]
He frowned as he typed, the students filing in, them having not noticed her. And they were in a class that didn’t rely on things found in cabinets, a literature class. If they were to look at who filed in, many of them were humans reminiscent of ghosts, a muscular boy with a goatee and mane dyed green, a punk girl with dyed blue hair, among others. A man wearing a dark blue trenchcoat and with white hair messily akin to the Ghost Writer was at the front as a teacher.
“That was unusual and certainly not of my design, nor anything on my end. Why were you shocked? …Oh, right, you can’t speak. I’d suggest you turn intangible and fall through the floor. You’ll be in an empty room and we can speak a bit freely… Right, you probably don’t understand how. Imagine yourself as if you are air and let it flow through you.”
Valerie hadn’t managed to get the door all the way shut, but thankfully no one seemed to notice, and she only got a cursory glance of the students inside, which looked vaguely familiar, before Ghostwriter’s voice sounded around her again. She had to stifle a yelp of surprise, clasping her free hand over her mouth, glaring in an upwards direction.
Of course, she couldn’t respond. Not without being overheard, and she doubted that she could even get away with hushed whispers without being overheard. At the author’s instructions on how to go intangible, she shook her head, glancing down at herself. How does one just imagine themselves as being air? It didn’t make sense to her, but she did her best to do so.
At first nothing happened, and then almost as if the ground had opened up beneath her, she was suddenly falling. Of course, she didn’t actually know how to fly as a ghost either, and the shock of falling had made her lose her grip on intangibility just fast enough to hit the ground of the classroom below with a loud thud, which didn’t do her any favors.
She bit back a pained curse, curling up a moment as she tried to will the pain away, before once more willing herself to pull herself up shakily, if for no other reason than to sit in a chair rather than be sprawled on the floor.
“God, you’re an ass,” She said, not bothering to censor herself. Her voice was rough as she continued to glare up at the ceiling. “What do you mean that wasn’t you? I figured you though I wasn’t moving fast enough for you, you know, despite the fact that I have no idea what the hell I’m supposed to be doing?” Her hand continued to rub at her sternum, where that painful sensation had originated from, and where now there was a strange, almost cooling sensation instead.
Hear My Words, That I Might Teach You [closed with askvaleriegray]
“I’ll give you a few things you need to know. First, nobody can hear me excepting you. Second, I am not using a rhyme scheme when writing because I don’t want to be tripped up by a stupid word like ‘orange.’ Third, the only way you’ll get out of here is to learn how it is on the other side of things. Fourth, I’m leaving your free will.” He was merely a disembodied voice right now to her, though looking outside was a bit odd in that the world was tinged a shade of purple.
“Act as you will, but understand you will have consequences for your actions. Understand that you’ve earned a lot of anger from many people, some of whom may have deserved some roughing up and others who haven’t. And I’d suggest you get moving.”
And so he observed her as she made her choices, a bell having rung.
Valerie found herself looking up at the sound of Ghostwriter’s voice, anger and fear warring for supremacy as the primary emotion. She was about to snap back about how there was no point to any of this, but the burning sensation in her chest was worsening, to the point where she was grimacing, pressing her hand to her chest. “W-what... what is...”
She didn’t even have time to finish her question, before she suddenly was engulfed in crackling electricity, painful enough that she couldn’t even cry out. It lasted only for a few seconds, but it left her body smoking and aching. She didn’t even have time to try and get up and go away, instead dragging herself up to standing using a nearby desk and sheer force of will, stumbling to the closest hiding place she could find, slipping inside and trying to shut the closet door before anyone entered.
She had no idea if she actually succeeded. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. She had no idea how to be a ghost, or use any of the powers she could only assume she was supposed to have, and apparently something happened that hurt her as well. Maybe she’d taken too long, and that was that asshole of a ghost’s idea of trying to prompt her into actually moving?