Shock and horror! If you’re here, it must mean you’re dead. Or will be soon…
Nah, not really. It’s a pretty lavish place. There’s worse places to spend eternity. But that doesn’t means we’re not bored!! Ask us things!! Now!!
Ghosts (and livings) available for asks:
- Shou
- Tome
- Teru
- Ritsu (newbie)
- Mob (the living typing what we say)
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He said if we didn’t write that he’d cut off the internet. Not legally binding. - Ritsu
——OOC BELOW——
Hello! I’m Saturn of @squigglesaturn. Thanks for checking out this lil experiment. I know askblogs in a comic style aren’t as popular as they used to be, but i’ve always wanted to do one, and with the reviving Mob psycho rp scene i figured now was a good time to translate one of my favourite AUs i’ve made into one.
This AU’s concept is based on CBS ghosts, though is also a canon divergence AU. Most plot points still play out with differences; blog timeline currently Post-S1 but Pre-S2.
Answers will always be drawn! I think it adds something interesting. Because of that i’ll maintagging, though i’ll try not to spam the tag because i get that can be annoying.
Tag system:
Ghosts of Asagiri Mansion AU - AU nametag
Seeing Ghosts - Others’ reblogs, may also be used for OOC art posts and fanart.
Warnings:
Will cover Major character death, child death, and have visuals with blood, as well mild talk of gore among the ghosts. Gore will never be outright depicted and will only be referenced by the characters themselves. TWs will be tagged nevertheless.
Don’t and DNIs:
Sexual or suggestive asks will be deleted. Shipping asks are allowed, except proships (ships between relatives or adult/child characters) which are disgusting and will never be tolerated.
Helloooo tumblr! Just giving a status update that the comic (and therefore asks) will be returning soon! School has given me less time than i thought to work on this, but i don’t plan on giving up.
Thank you all for your patience! Most ask responses are already scripted, and just awaiting me to draw them.
Of the three ghosts, Shou is the only one keen on leaving the little half-circle to approach Bom. Ritsu looks apprehensive, sticking a hand as if to stop him, but pulls back. He was the first to clock this wasn’t his brother, but the rigidity of his stance makes it seem like the threat of exorcism was not lost on him.
“Doors are only locked when the livings are visiting,” The orange spirit says, circling the white-haired intruder. “Since, yknow, we can just use the walls.”
As if to demonstrate this, but actually because she’s lost all interest in whatever this is, Tome glides through a wall. A sort of glow happens when she does, and it’s gone once she disappears.
“So have fun being trapped here! Unless you wanna wait around til monday.” He puts his hands in his the pockets of his torn jacket, and stops pacing.
“Or you could try your luck with Hanazawa in the attic. His favourite window’s usually open.”
Bom looks furious at Shou's words, fists clenched as if preparing to strike. But, as if a switch was flipped, he goes lax and returns to his regular calm arrogance.
"Heh, like I'll let some ghostly powerpuff girls keep me trapped here."
Bom threateningly releases some of his aura as if to prove a point.
Shou narrows his eyes, but doesn’t flinch. This time, Ritsu doesn’t either.
“How many more pop culture references you got? Starter pokemon would’ve been a good one.” Shou smiles. He can’t take Bom fully seriously, and refuses to give him that power.
“Hanazawa’s gonna love him.” Ritsu mumbles, despite taking Bom’s words more seriously than his companion.
“Yeah, no kidding. It’s like they’ve been swapped!” Shou agrees. “Staircase you’re looking for is the one in the kitchen, by the way.”
It pisses Bom off that his ragebaiting isn't very successful. He scowls and walks off in the direction of the staircase, flipping the bird at Shou and Ritsu.
Once out of sight, he takes a moment to breathe, running a hand through his strikingly-white hair.
Incredible news! Yet another ghost is in the next room. Tome, who apparently didn’t want to wander further enough that she couldn’t still listen in on the conversation.
She looks up at Bom with a start, convincingly acting as if she was distracted from something besides eavesdropping. “And what are you doing in here? I thought you didn’t want to talk to ghosts?”
The kitchen is what you’d expect from a rich mansion, all tile and sanitized to a fault. A bunch of cutlery strewn around though, oddly enough. Some bent spoons, a fork ripped in two, and a butterknife lodged in the wall.
“Oscar? For your information, we can smell food just fine.” Tome scoffs. “But i was watching a praying mantis on the windowsill.”
The windowsill is empty.
“Now shoo-shoo. Go be terrible somewhere else.” She waves her hand dismissively (Almost definitely a reigen-ism), before suddenly lighting up again.
“Or.. you could tell me if there’s any other imposters. Is it just you? If you’re trying to take over the world you’re doing a terrible job acting like our Mob.”
anyway- i'm not an imposter jackass. i'm shigeo kageyama! or- Bom, i guess.
Bom seems to be telling the truth—at least, his truth. He seems tense and stays silent for a couple seconds, considering how honest he should be, before he responds.
pretty sure i'm the only one you've gotta worry about. even so, world domination is too cliché. i definitely could if i wanted to but it's more fun like this.
sounds like your... "Mob" needs to grow a goddamn spine. god i hate that name...
She snickers at the name reveal of ‘Bom’, but at least attempts to hide it.
“I see… well, that’s disappointing, but good for the overall state of the world. Sounds like there’s enough world domination happening here, if the others are right. No wonder we’re the ones having to making contact with other worlds…
Sighing dramatically, she stands up from the chair and pushes it back into place at the table. Her hands go right through it and it doesn’t budge, but she ignores that.
“To be entirely honest, you aren’t wrong. He could do well to stand up for himself for once. He’s a nice person to be around, though. I can’t say the same for you. No offense.”
It seems to set in fully that he really does intend to cause her harm. “No! I meant alien worlds, not some mirror dimension.” She makes sure she’s close enough to a wall to go into, then looks down her nose at him. “I thought you wanted to leave. Wouldn’t you go do that already?”
As the least powerful of the ghosts, being the only non-esper in life, she knows she’d be at a disadvantage if he actually lashed out.
As Bom climbs the stairs, Shou and Ritsu walk diagonally through the staircase, chatting about something or other. Ritsu sends him a distrustful look and hurries ahead, while Shou ignores the living esper completely until they both disappear into the other side of the wall.
The attic is small for mansion standards, but about the size of a master bedroom in an average house. Stacks of boxes circle the tall window in the center like the peaks of a cardboard castle.
Only the top-fifth of the window is visible behind the boxes, though as the only light source in the room it’s hardly missable. This must be the exit.
Bom reaches the top of the room and takes in the dusty sight. It's... an attic, that's for sure.
The tower of boxes by the window draws his attention. Shigeo takes a step forward, somewhat hesitant of the mysterious presence he can feel. He doesn't let his underlying anxieties get the best of him though, and continues to approach.
A dull, dark blue eye peers through a splinter between cardboard. It looks at him for a moment before blinking out of sight. Then, with the slow nature of someone who's just woken up- or perhaps not moved in days- the final ghost emerges.
Teruki Hanazawa is hard to read from a first impression. His hair is a mess, thinned in places but long and tangled in others. Uniform pristeen. His pose is slumped, but with echos of confidence. The walls faintly ripple with his energy force. He’s stronger than the others, despite the tired appearance.
“It’s not visiting day already, is it? I told you to stop trying to talk to me.” He says. Hollowly, he almost seems to look through Bom.
Of the three ghosts, Shou is the only one keen on leaving the little half-circle to approach Bom. Ritsu looks apprehensive, sticking a hand as if to stop him, but pulls back. He was the first to clock this wasn’t his brother, but the rigidity of his stance makes it seem like the threat of exorcism was not lost on him.
“Doors are only locked when the livings are visiting,” The orange spirit says, circling the white-haired intruder. “Since, yknow, we can just use the walls.”
As if to demonstrate this, but actually because she’s lost all interest in whatever this is, Tome glides through a wall. A sort of glow happens when she does, and it’s gone once she disappears.
“So have fun being trapped here! Unless you wanna wait around til monday.” He puts his hands in his the pockets of his torn jacket, and stops pacing.
“Or you could try your luck with Hanazawa in the attic. His favourite window’s usually open.”
Bom looks furious at Shou's words, fists clenched as if preparing to strike. But, as if a switch was flipped, he goes lax and returns to his regular calm arrogance.
"Heh, like I'll let some ghostly powerpuff girls keep me trapped here."
Bom threateningly releases some of his aura as if to prove a point.
Shou narrows his eyes, but doesn’t flinch. This time, Ritsu doesn’t either.
“How many more pop culture references you got? Starter pokemon would’ve been a good one.” Shou smiles. He can’t take Bom fully seriously, and refuses to give him that power.
“Hanazawa’s gonna love him.” Ritsu mumbles, despite taking Bom’s words more seriously than his companion.
“Yeah, no kidding. It’s like they’ve been swapped!” Shou agrees. “Staircase you’re looking for is the one in the kitchen, by the way.”
It pisses Bom off that his ragebaiting isn't very successful. He scowls and walks off in the direction of the staircase, flipping the bird at Shou and Ritsu.
Once out of sight, he takes a moment to breathe, running a hand through his strikingly-white hair.
Incredible news! Yet another ghost is in the next room. Tome, who apparently didn’t want to wander further enough that she couldn’t still listen in on the conversation.
She looks up at Bom with a start, convincingly acting as if she was distracted from something besides eavesdropping. “And what are you doing in here? I thought you didn’t want to talk to ghosts?”
The kitchen is what you’d expect from a rich mansion, all tile and sanitized to a fault. A bunch of cutlery strewn around though, oddly enough. Some bent spoons, a fork ripped in two, and a butterknife lodged in the wall.
“Oscar? For your information, we can smell food just fine.” Tome scoffs. “But i was watching a praying mantis on the windowsill.”
The windowsill is empty.
“Now shoo-shoo. Go be terrible somewhere else.” She waves her hand dismissively (Almost definitely a reigen-ism), before suddenly lighting up again.
“Or.. you could tell me if there’s any other imposters. Is it just you? If you’re trying to take over the world you’re doing a terrible job acting like our Mob.”
anyway- i'm not an imposter jackass. i'm shigeo kageyama! or- Bom, i guess.
Bom seems to be telling the truth—at least, his truth. He seems tense and stays silent for a couple seconds, considering how honest he should be, before he responds.
pretty sure i'm the only one you've gotta worry about. even so, world domination is too cliché. i definitely could if i wanted to but it's more fun like this.
sounds like your... "Mob" needs to grow a goddamn spine. god i hate that name...
She snickers at the name reveal of ‘Bom’, but at least attempts to hide it.
“I see… well, that’s disappointing, but good for the overall state of the world. Sounds like there’s enough world domination happening here, if the others are right. No wonder we’re the ones having to making contact with other worlds…
Sighing dramatically, she stands up from the chair and pushes it back into place at the table. Her hands go right through it and it doesn’t budge, but she ignores that.
“To be entirely honest, you aren’t wrong. He could do well to stand up for himself for once. He’s a nice person to be around, though. I can’t say the same for you. No offense.”
It seems to set in fully that he really does intend to cause her harm. “No! I meant alien worlds, not some mirror dimension.” She makes sure she’s close enough to a wall to go into, then looks down her nose at him. “I thought you wanted to leave. Wouldn’t you go do that already?”
As the least powerful of the ghosts, being the only non-esper in life, she knows she’d be at a disadvantage if he actually lashed out.
As Bom climbs the stairs, Shou and Ritsu walk diagonally through the staircase, chatting about something or other. Ritsu sends him a distrustful look and hurries ahead, while Shou ignores the living esper completely until they both disappear into the other side of the wall.
The attic is small for mansion standards, but about the size of a master bedroom in an average house. Stacks of boxes circle the tall window in the center like the peaks of a cardboard castle.
Only the top-fifth of the window is visible behind the boxes, though as the only light source in the room it’s hardly missable. This must be the exit.
Of the three ghosts, Shou is the only one keen on leaving the little half-circle to approach Bom. Ritsu looks apprehensive, sticking a hand as if to stop him, but pulls back. He was the first to clock this wasn’t his brother, but the rigidity of his stance makes it seem like the threat of exorcism was not lost on him.
“Doors are only locked when the livings are visiting,” The orange spirit says, circling the white-haired intruder. “Since, yknow, we can just use the walls.”
As if to demonstrate this, but actually because she’s lost all interest in whatever this is, Tome glides through a wall. A sort of glow happens when she does, and it’s gone once she disappears.
“So have fun being trapped here! Unless you wanna wait around til monday.” He puts his hands in his the pockets of his torn jacket, and stops pacing.
“Or you could try your luck with Hanazawa in the attic. His favourite window’s usually open.”
Bom looks furious at Shou's words, fists clenched as if preparing to strike. But, as if a switch was flipped, he goes lax and returns to his regular calm arrogance.
"Heh, like I'll let some ghostly powerpuff girls keep me trapped here."
Bom threateningly releases some of his aura as if to prove a point.
Shou narrows his eyes, but doesn’t flinch. This time, Ritsu doesn’t either.
“How many more pop culture references you got? Starter pokemon would’ve been a good one.” Shou smiles. He can’t take Bom fully seriously, and refuses to give him that power.
“Hanazawa’s gonna love him.” Ritsu mumbles, despite taking Bom’s words more seriously than his companion.
“Yeah, no kidding. It’s like they’ve been swapped!” Shou agrees. “Staircase you’re looking for is the one in the kitchen, by the way.”
It pisses Bom off that his ragebaiting isn't very successful. He scowls and walks off in the direction of the staircase, flipping the bird at Shou and Ritsu.
Once out of sight, he takes a moment to breathe, running a hand through his strikingly-white hair.
Incredible news! Yet another ghost is in the next room. Tome, who apparently didn’t want to wander further enough that she couldn’t still listen in on the conversation.
She looks up at Bom with a start, convincingly acting as if she was distracted from something besides eavesdropping. “And what are you doing in here? I thought you didn’t want to talk to ghosts?”
The kitchen is what you’d expect from a rich mansion, all tile and sanitized to a fault. A bunch of cutlery strewn around though, oddly enough. Some bent spoons, a fork ripped in two, and a butterknife lodged in the wall.
“Oscar? For your information, we can smell food just fine.” Tome scoffs. “But i was watching a praying mantis on the windowsill.”
The windowsill is empty.
“Now shoo-shoo. Go be terrible somewhere else.” She waves her hand dismissively (Almost definitely a reigen-ism), before suddenly lighting up again.
“Or.. you could tell me if there’s any other imposters. Is it just you? If you’re trying to take over the world you’re doing a terrible job acting like our Mob.”
anyway- i'm not an imposter jackass. i'm shigeo kageyama! or- Bom, i guess.
Bom seems to be telling the truth—at least, his truth. He seems tense and stays silent for a couple seconds, considering how honest he should be, before he responds.
pretty sure i'm the only one you've gotta worry about. even so, world domination is too cliché. i definitely could if i wanted to but it's more fun like this.
sounds like your... "Mob" needs to grow a goddamn spine. god i hate that name...
She snickers at the name reveal of ‘Bom’, but at least attempts to hide it.
“I see… well, that’s disappointing, but good for the overall state of the world. Sounds like there’s enough world domination happening here, if the others are right. No wonder we’re the ones having to making contact with other worlds…
Sighing dramatically, she stands up from the chair and pushes it back into place at the table. Her hands go right through it and it doesn’t budge, but she ignores that.
“To be entirely honest, you aren’t wrong. He could do well to stand up for himself for once. He’s a nice person to be around, though. I can’t say the same for you. No offense.”
It seems to set in fully that he really does intend to cause her harm. “No! I meant alien worlds, not some mirror dimension.” She makes sure she’s close enough to a wall to go into, then looks down her nose at him. “I thought you wanted to leave. Wouldn’t you go do that already?”
As the least powerful of the ghosts, being the only non-esper in life, she knows she’d be at a disadvantage if he actually lashed out.
Of the three ghosts, Shou is the only one keen on leaving the little half-circle to approach Bom. Ritsu looks apprehensive, sticking a hand as if to stop him, but pulls back. He was the first to clock this wasn’t his brother, but the rigidity of his stance makes it seem like the threat of exorcism was not lost on him.
“Doors are only locked when the livings are visiting,” The orange spirit says, circling the white-haired intruder. “Since, yknow, we can just use the walls.”
As if to demonstrate this, but actually because she’s lost all interest in whatever this is, Tome glides through a wall. A sort of glow happens when she does, and it’s gone once she disappears.
“So have fun being trapped here! Unless you wanna wait around til monday.” He puts his hands in his the pockets of his torn jacket, and stops pacing.
“Or you could try your luck with Hanazawa in the attic. His favourite window’s usually open.”
Bom looks furious at Shou's words, fists clenched as if preparing to strike. But, as if a switch was flipped, he goes lax and returns to his regular calm arrogance.
"Heh, like I'll let some ghostly powerpuff girls keep me trapped here."
Bom threateningly releases some of his aura as if to prove a point.
Shou narrows his eyes, but doesn’t flinch. This time, Ritsu doesn’t either.
“How many more pop culture references you got? Starter pokemon would’ve been a good one.” Shou smiles. He can’t take Bom fully seriously, and refuses to give him that power.
“Hanazawa’s gonna love him.” Ritsu mumbles, despite taking Bom’s words more seriously than his companion.
“Yeah, no kidding. It’s like they’ve been swapped!” Shou agrees. “Staircase you’re looking for is the one in the kitchen, by the way.”
It pisses Bom off that his ragebaiting isn't very successful. He scowls and walks off in the direction of the staircase, flipping the bird at Shou and Ritsu.
Once out of sight, he takes a moment to breathe, running a hand through his strikingly-white hair.
Incredible news! Yet another ghost is in the next room. Tome, who apparently didn’t want to wander further enough that she couldn’t still listen in on the conversation.
She looks up at Bom with a start, convincingly acting as if she was distracted from something besides eavesdropping. “And what are you doing in here? I thought you didn’t want to talk to ghosts?”
The kitchen is what you’d expect from a rich mansion, all tile and sanitized to a fault. A bunch of cutlery strewn around though, oddly enough. Some bent spoons, a fork ripped in two, and a butterknife lodged in the wall.
“Oscar? For your information, we can smell food just fine.” Tome scoffs. “But i was watching a praying mantis on the windowsill.”
The windowsill is empty.
“Now shoo-shoo. Go be terrible somewhere else.” She waves her hand dismissively (Almost definitely a reigen-ism), before suddenly lighting up again.
“Or.. you could tell me if there’s any other imposters. Is it just you? If you’re trying to take over the world you’re doing a terrible job acting like our Mob.”
anyway- i'm not an imposter jackass. i'm shigeo kageyama! or- Bom, i guess.
Bom seems to be telling the truth—at least, his truth. He seems tense and stays silent for a couple seconds, considering how honest he should be, before he responds.
pretty sure i'm the only one you've gotta worry about. even so, world domination is too cliché. i definitely could if i wanted to but it's more fun like this.
sounds like your... "Mob" needs to grow a goddamn spine. god i hate that name...
She snickers at the name reveal of ‘Bom’, but at least attempts to hide it.
“I see… well, that’s disappointing, but good for the overall state of the world. Sounds like there’s enough world domination happening here, if the others are right. No wonder we’re the ones having to making contact with other worlds…
Sighing dramatically, she stands up from the chair and pushes it back into place at the table. Her hands go right through it and it doesn’t budge, but she ignores that.
“To be entirely honest, you aren’t wrong. He could do well to stand up for himself for once. He’s a nice person to be around, though. I can’t say the same for you. No offense.”
As much as i’d love to answer this in character, it would involve several characters knowing about headcanons that they aren’t yet aware of-
So instead you’re getting the mod answer of HELL YEAH!!! I wish all trans eggs a euphoric moment of realisation and TRANS RIGHTS BAYBEEE!!! (Mod is nonbinary)
Still determining what hcs of mine will be carried over from my other aus to this one, but transmasc Reigen at the very least is canon in all of my aus. I am also a Transmasc Ritsu, Genderfluid Teru, and Transfem Mob truther, but besides Mob i feel weird applying trans hcs to characters who are dead in this au. It just feels a bit like Fridging?
Maybe i’ll hint at it later, but for now I’m conflicted.
Of the three ghosts, Shou is the only one keen on leaving the little half-circle to approach Bom. Ritsu looks apprehensive, sticking a hand as if to stop him, but pulls back. He was the first to clock this wasn’t his brother, but the rigidity of his stance makes it seem like the threat of exorcism was not lost on him.
“Doors are only locked when the livings are visiting,” The orange spirit says, circling the white-haired intruder. “Since, yknow, we can just use the walls.”
As if to demonstrate this, but actually because she’s lost all interest in whatever this is, Tome glides through a wall. A sort of glow happens when she does, and it’s gone once she disappears.
“So have fun being trapped here! Unless you wanna wait around til monday.” He puts his hands in his the pockets of his torn jacket, and stops pacing.
“Or you could try your luck with Hanazawa in the attic. His favourite window’s usually open.”
Bom looks furious at Shou's words, fists clenched as if preparing to strike. But, as if a switch was flipped, he goes lax and returns to his regular calm arrogance.
"Heh, like I'll let some ghostly powerpuff girls keep me trapped here."
Bom threateningly releases some of his aura as if to prove a point.
Shou narrows his eyes, but doesn’t flinch. This time, Ritsu doesn’t either.
“How many more pop culture references you got? Starter pokemon would’ve been a good one.” Shou smiles. He can’t take Bom fully seriously, and refuses to give him that power.
“Hanazawa’s gonna love him.” Ritsu mumbles, despite taking Bom’s words more seriously than his companion.
“Yeah, no kidding. It’s like they’ve been swapped!” Shou agrees. “Staircase you’re looking for is the one in the kitchen, by the way.”
It pisses Bom off that his ragebaiting isn't very successful. He scowls and walks off in the direction of the staircase, flipping the bird at Shou and Ritsu.
Once out of sight, he takes a moment to breathe, running a hand through his strikingly-white hair.
Incredible news! Yet another ghost is in the next room. Tome, who apparently didn’t want to wander further enough that she couldn’t still listen in on the conversation.
She looks up at Bom with a start, convincingly acting as if she was distracted from something besides eavesdropping. “And what are you doing in here? I thought you didn’t want to talk to ghosts?”
The kitchen is what you’d expect from a rich mansion, all tile and sanitized to a fault. A bunch of cutlery strewn around though, oddly enough. Some bent spoons, a fork ripped in two, and a butterknife lodged in the wall.
“Oscar? For your information, we can smell food just fine.” Tome scoffs. “But i was watching a praying mantis on the windowsill.”
The windowsill is empty.
“Now shoo-shoo. Go be terrible somewhere else.” She waves her hand dismissively (Almost definitely a reigen-ism), before suddenly lighting up again.
“Or.. you could tell me if there’s any other imposters. Is it just you? If you’re trying to take over the world you’re doing a terrible job acting like our Mob.”
Of the three ghosts, Shou is the only one keen on leaving the little half-circle to approach Bom. Ritsu looks apprehensive, sticking a hand as if to stop him, but pulls back. He was the first to clock this wasn’t his brother, but the rigidity of his stance makes it seem like the threat of exorcism was not lost on him.
“Doors are only locked when the livings are visiting,” The orange spirit says, circling the white-haired intruder. “Since, yknow, we can just use the walls.”
As if to demonstrate this, but actually because she’s lost all interest in whatever this is, Tome glides through a wall. A sort of glow happens when she does, and it’s gone once she disappears.
“So have fun being trapped here! Unless you wanna wait around til monday.” He puts his hands in his the pockets of his torn jacket, and stops pacing.
“Or you could try your luck with Hanazawa in the attic. His favourite window’s usually open.”
Bom looks furious at Shou's words, fists clenched as if preparing to strike. But, as if a switch was flipped, he goes lax and returns to his regular calm arrogance.
"Heh, like I'll let some ghostly powerpuff girls keep me trapped here."
Bom threateningly releases some of his aura as if to prove a point.
Shou narrows his eyes, but doesn’t flinch. This time, Ritsu doesn’t either.
“How many more pop culture references you got? Starter pokemon would’ve been a good one.” Shou smiles. He can’t take Bom fully seriously, and refuses to give him that power.
“Hanazawa’s gonna love him.” Ritsu mumbles, despite taking Bom’s words more seriously than his companion.
“Yeah, no kidding. It’s like they’ve been swapped!” Shou agrees. “Staircase you’re looking for is the one in the kitchen, by the way.”
It pisses Bom off that his ragebaiting isn't very successful. He scowls and walks off in the direction of the staircase, flipping the bird at Shou and Ritsu.
Once out of sight, he takes a moment to breathe, running a hand through his strikingly-white hair.
Incredible news! Yet another ghost is in the next room. Tome, who apparently didn’t want to wander further enough that she couldn’t still listen in on the conversation.
She looks up at Bom with a start, convincingly acting as if she was distracted from something besides eavesdropping. “And what are you doing in here? I thought you didn’t want to talk to ghosts?”
The kitchen is what you’d expect from a rich mansion, all tile and sanitized to a fault. A bunch of cutlery strewn around though, oddly enough. Some bent spoons, a fork ripped in two, and a butterknife lodged in the wall.
Of the three ghosts, Shou is the only one keen on leaving the little half-circle to approach Bom. Ritsu looks apprehensive, sticking a hand as if to stop him, but pulls back. He was the first to clock this wasn’t his brother, but the rigidity of his stance makes it seem like the threat of exorcism was not lost on him.
“Doors are only locked when the livings are visiting,” The orange spirit says, circling the white-haired intruder. “Since, yknow, we can just use the walls.”
As if to demonstrate this, but actually because she’s lost all interest in whatever this is, Tome glides through a wall. A sort of glow happens when she does, and it’s gone once she disappears.
“So have fun being trapped here! Unless you wanna wait around til monday.” He puts his hands in his the pockets of his torn jacket, and stops pacing.
“Or you could try your luck with Hanazawa in the attic. His favourite window’s usually open.”
Bom looks furious at Shou's words, fists clenched as if preparing to strike. But, as if a switch was flipped, he goes lax and returns to his regular calm arrogance.
"Heh, like I'll let some ghostly powerpuff girls keep me trapped here."
Bom threateningly releases some of his aura as if to prove a point.
Shou narrows his eyes, but doesn’t flinch. This time, Ritsu doesn’t either.
“How many more pop culture references you got? Starter pokemon would’ve been a good one.” Shou smiles. He can’t take Bom fully seriously, and refuses to give him that power.
“Hanazawa’s gonna love him.” Ritsu mumbles, despite taking Bom’s words more seriously than his companion.
“Yeah, no kidding. It’s like they’ve been swapped!” Shou agrees. “Staircase you’re looking for is the one in the kitchen, by the way.”
Of the three ghosts, Shou is the only one keen on leaving the little half-circle to approach Bom. Ritsu looks apprehensive, sticking a hand as if to stop him, but pulls back. He was the first to clock this wasn’t his brother, but the rigidity of his stance makes it seem like the threat of exorcism was not lost on him.
“Doors are only locked when the livings are visiting,” The orange spirit says, circling the white-haired intruder. “Since, yknow, we can just use the walls.”
As if to demonstrate this, but actually because she’s lost all interest in whatever this is, Tome glides through a wall. A sort of glow happens when she does, and it’s gone once she disappears.
“So have fun being trapped here! Unless you wanna wait around til monday.” He puts his hands in his the pockets of his torn jacket, and stops pacing.
“Or you could try your luck with Hanazawa in the attic. His favourite window’s usually open.”
Ghosts of Asagiri mansion mod here, since evil mob is physically in the mansion, are you okay with me switching to writing rp rather than the letter format
As funny as it is to imagine evil mob asking a question and all of them gathering around the computer for Ritsu to type a response with a spoon))
{ yeah that's perfectly fine! sorry for changing up the format on you :,) }
