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@ghosttrainerdanny
[text] Hey, Spectre. I haven't heard in you in a life time! I guess you're probably busy with shit. But I thought I'd drop in a 'hi' anyway. Don't go breakin' my heart and reject my text~ [/text]
He doesn’t get texts very much anymore, and when he does, it’s only from two people. So when the screen lights up and the chime rings out, he picks it up without a second thought.
And rereads. Twice. The name showing up on the screen isn’t either of who he expected to hear from, but he can’t bring himself to ignore it entirely. A small smile blooms as he types out a reply.
[txt] Not busy really. Got nothing but time these days. What’s up?
"To be quite honest. I’m not sure if I believe this. I feel like I’m stuck in a dream, or something like that. I mean." he opened his mouth before closing it, slowly licking his lips. "But then again.. I have seen weirder things… And with all that happened—" he gave a humorless laugh. This didn’t seem so weird.
But it hurt nonetheless. Danny was dead. And he hadn’t known. Fuck, what a friend he had shown to be. Caitlyn had gone, and he had never tried to find out why. He just assumed she had needed the space and remained quiet. He shouldn’t have.
"Being a ghost does that to you, I think… A spirit stuck on earth." he hesitated for a second, a frown on his face. The next words in his mind, weren’t words he wanted to speak. But he needed to. What would happen to Danny if he remained on earth? Would he turn into a vengeful spirit?
"You can’t move on?"
"I wouldn't joke about this. Not after Fiona." It was hard to look at Mike straight on. He couldn't blame the man for holding disbelief - hell, he hadn't wanted to believe it himself, even standing over his own corpse.
Danny shook his head at the question, and the ghosts around him shifted anxiously. "Not sure why. Vivi dove deep into research mode, trying to find out anything she can, but it's so much lore, and fiction. I don't want to be done here yet, but if it meant she could get over me eventually..."
But thinking like that was helpless at this point. He couldn't convince her to stop researching any more than she could push him to move on. It just seemed both were things they were compelled to do. "Just keep it quiet, okay? I've gotten pretty good at keeping up the living charade, I'd like to think. It's easier. Means I get to keep my house."
[text] Hey, Spectre. I haven't heard in you in a life time! I guess you're probably busy with shit. But I thought I'd drop in a 'hi' anyway. Don't go breakin' my heart and reject my text~ [/text]
He doesn’t get texts very much anymore, and when he does, it’s only from two people. So when the screen lights up and the chime rings out, he picks it up without a second thought.
And rereads. Twice. The name showing up on the screen isn’t either of who he expected to hear from, but he can’t bring himself to ignore it entirely. A small smile blooms as he types out a reply.
[txt] Not busy really. Got nothing but time these days. What’s up?
Dead. Danny was dead. But he was standing right in front of him. So how did that work? This was a joke right? But it wasn’t a joke. Why would Danny pull that shit to begin with. That was beyond him. Danny was dead. And that was why Caitlyn had left.
Danny died.
Pursing his lips for a second, he put up a finger before slowly rubbing his other hand over his face. So he was talking to a ghost. Was that possible? He didn’t even know it was. But apparently.
It was.
"Fuck."
"You're taking this rather well," he commended dryly. Calme and Vivi hadn't been quite so put together, but considering what he knew Mike to have already done and seen, ,could he really be surprised?
"I don't understand everything about it yet," he admitted. "All I know is I'm stuck here, only a handful of people know, and if Caitlyn ever shows her face around me there is no doubt in my mind that I could kill her without a second thought." Pausing, he took a deep breath. "... That last part scares the hell out of me. I... I'm not entirely myself anymore. Being around my ghosts, it helps, but..."
[text] Hey, Spectre. I haven't heard in you in a life time! I guess you're probably busy with shit. But I thought I'd drop in a 'hi' anyway. Don't go breakin' my heart and reject my text~ [/text]
He doesn’t get texts very much anymore, and when he does, it’s only from two people. So when the screen lights up and the chime rings out, he picks it up without a second thought.
And rereads. Twice. The name showing up on the screen isn’t either of who he expected to hear from, but he can’t bring himself to ignore it entirely. A small smile blooms as he types out a reply.
[txt] Not busy really. Got nothing but time these days. What’s up?
"She released both Merari and Fiona…?" he groaned, rubbing his face once. Oh, that was a bad combination, wasn’t it? Fiona was gone, but Merari was still… Around. Wherever that was. He hoped it was far away from here.
Pretty easy to get rid of a ghost when you are one… decapitation? He small laughed slipped over his lips as he lowered his hand and stared at Danny, though the laugh died on his lips when he saw no humor in the other’s eyes.
He was being serious.
"Wait… Wait. Rewind. Hold up. W h a t ?”
Danny waited patiently for Mike to process the information, not reacting in the slightest to the laughter that was given. There was nothing funny about his situation. Maybe someday he could laugh at it too, but for now, the only smile he could manage was one twisted in disgust.
"Fiona won, Mike. She's not around anymore, but she got what she wanted. I'm dead, and I'm stuck here. I woke up to see Caitlyn sitting in a pool of my own blood. So did she."
[text] Hey, Spectre. I haven't heard in you in a life time! I guess you're probably busy with shit. But I thought I'd drop in a 'hi' anyway. Don't go breakin' my heart and reject my text~ [/text]
He doesn’t get texts very much anymore, and when he does, it’s only from two people. So when the screen lights up and the chime rings out, he picks it up without a second thought.
And rereads. Twice. The name showing up on the screen isn’t either of who he expected to hear from, but he can’t bring himself to ignore it entirely. A small smile blooms as he types out a reply.
[txt] Not busy really. Got nothing but time these days. What’s up?
Where to start… Mike knew nearly everything from just before the incident, right? "I never got around to getting rid of Fiona for good," he started off, eyes focused more on the arm of the couch than Mike himself. "Not at first. Gone now, but… Some shit went down before I did. She had to push me into it."
Hesitantly, he met Mike’s eye. “Caitlyn seems to have a real knack for getting herself possessed, did you know? Even on constant guard, all of my own ghosts trying to keep up defenses, and she still went and found Fiona in the short while she was alone outside.”
A surprised look shot across his face as he stared at Danny, brows slowly furrowing. “But I thought that Fiona was locked in that damn Pokéball to rot away… How’d she get out of that?” he questioned, shifting a bit and resting his arms on his legs as he looked over at Danny.
So Caitlyn got possessed again? He didn’t like where this was going. Obviously, Caitlyn didn’t die during the process, cause she sent him a goodbye letter. And Danny was still in front of him too.
"You guys managed to get rid of her now, though…"
"Oh, thank Caitlyn for that. She accidentally released Fiona and Merari, though I haven't seen a single sign of Merari. I bet she's laughing at the turn of events, wherever she is."
Danny let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "It's pretty easy to get rid of a ghost when you are one. Fiona just couldn't understand why I couldn't get over a silly thing like decapitation."
Maeve floated closer to her trainer, cooing softly at him until he rose a hand to stroke her head. "That rug in the entryway wasn't always there, you know. But there's a pretty nasty stain in the floorboards now..."
[text] Hey, Spectre. I haven't heard in you in a life time! I guess you're probably busy with shit. But I thought I'd drop in a 'hi' anyway. Don't go breakin' my heart and reject my text~ [/text]
He doesn’t get texts very much anymore, and when he does, it’s only from two people. So when the screen lights up and the chime rings out, he picks it up without a second thought.
And rereads. Twice. The name showing up on the screen isn’t either of who he expected to hear from, but he can’t bring himself to ignore it entirely. A small smile blooms as he types out a reply.
[txt] Not busy really. Got nothing but time these days. What’s up?
"Sup, Riddle. S’been a while." spoke the ebony-haired, shooting the Gengar a toothy grin of his own as he entered, looking back at King and Nimbus once as they made themselves comfortable outside, keeping an eye on the house.
Icy blues soon found Danny, raising a hand in a greeting. “Yo, Spectre. Long time, indeed!” he agreed, standing quietly for a while before finally flopping himself upon the couch, stretching once and giving him a look over.
Was it just him or did he seem even paler than usual?
Where to start... Mike knew nearly everything from just before the incident, right?
"I never got around to getting rid of Fiona for good," he started off, eyes focused more on the arm of the couch than Mike himself. "Not at first. Gone now, but... Some shit went down before I did. She had to push me into it."
Hesitantly, he met Mike's eye. "Caitlyn seems to have a real knack for getting herself possessed, did you know? Even on constant guard, all of my own ghosts trying to keep up defenses, and she still went and found Fiona in the short while she was alone outside."
[text] Hey, Spectre. I haven't heard in you in a life time! I guess you're probably busy with shit. But I thought I'd drop in a 'hi' anyway. Don't go breakin' my heart and reject my text~ [/text]
He doesn’t get texts very much anymore, and when he does, it’s only from two people. So when the screen lights up and the chime rings out, he picks it up without a second thought.
And rereads. Twice. The name showing up on the screen isn’t either of who he expected to hear from, but he can’t bring himself to ignore it entirely. A small smile blooms as he types out a reply.
[txt] Not busy really. Got nothing but time these days. What’s up?
A curious glance was given to the device in his hand before finally he pushed himself up to his feet, giving a light whistle. King shot him a stare, clearly showing that he would be coming along, whether he wanted it or not. Of course Michael would allow it. But sadly, it was not King on which he could travel. And it was Nimbus that descended and lowered himself to the ground, giving Michael a stare, who carefully got on.
Both winged Pokémon soon took for the sky and headed to Laverre City. It seemed like forever since he had gone there indeed.
And after the travel through the sky was done, and talons had hit the ground, Michael hopped off and made his way to the door, knocking on it twice. “Spectre, m’here.”
A glance upward had Riddle nodding and moving to answer the door himself. The Gengar plastered on a grin, though it was plain to see it was far less wide of one than the ghost normally sported.
Still standing beside the couch, unsure if he was solid enough to sit properly on it, Danny nodded in greeting. His arms wrapped protectively around himself, pale fingers digging nervously into his jacket's fabric.
"Long time no see," he called over to Mike.
What do you consider the perfect date?
A perfect date?
... I don't really know. I'm not particularly picky, as long as I'm making my date happy. If I had to give specifics though, I can't say that the late night date I went on with Calme a while back wasn't close to perfect for me.
[text] Hey, Spectre. I haven't heard in you in a life time! I guess you're probably busy with shit. But I thought I'd drop in a 'hi' anyway. Don't go breakin' my heart and reject my text~ [/text]
He doesn’t get texts very much anymore, and when he does, it’s only from two people. So when the screen lights up and the chime rings out, he picks it up without a second thought.
And rereads. Twice. The name showing up on the screen isn’t either of who he expected to hear from, but he can’t bring himself to ignore it entirely. A small smile blooms as he types out a reply.
[txt] Not busy really. Got nothing but time these days. What’s up?
[text] Well, if I do recall, there was a rotting body there that I managed to find instead of an alive person. Am I close? :D [/text]
[text] I’ll be there in a bit. [/text]
[txt] ........ See you soon.
The caster fell through his fingers, the body comment hitting too close to home and temporarily causing him to lose his grip on himself. Maeve caught it easily in her arms, setting it aside for him for later, as Eileen waved him toward the couch with candelabra arms.
He couldn't believe he was allowing this... But Mike was one of the few truly in the know. About Fiona, about previous happenings. Danny was hardly the first to die in this house. But to actually talk it out with him....
He hoped this wasn't a mistake.
[text] Hey, Spectre. I haven't heard in you in a life time! I guess you're probably busy with shit. But I thought I'd drop in a 'hi' anyway. Don't go breakin' my heart and reject my text~ [/text]
He doesn’t get texts very much anymore, and when he does, it’s only from two people. So when the screen lights up and the chime rings out, he picks it up without a second thought.
And rereads. Twice. The name showing up on the screen isn’t either of who he expected to hear from, but he can’t bring himself to ignore it entirely. A small smile blooms as he types out a reply.
[txt] Not busy really. Got nothing but time these days. What’s up?
[text] Ouch, that sounds like things really went to shit. [/text]
[text] Then how about I come over to you? [/text]
[txt] You have no idea.
"Keep an eye out, yeah?" he murmurs to the Gengar beside him. Of course he will, they all keep a close eye on their trainer nowadays. They know all too well just how badly he can slip.
[txt] ... If you want. Sure you remember where I live?
[text] Hey, Spectre. I haven't heard in you in a life time! I guess you're probably busy with shit. But I thought I'd drop in a 'hi' anyway. Don't go breakin' my heart and reject my text~ [/text]
He doesn’t get texts very much anymore, and when he does, it’s only from two people. So when the screen lights up and the chime rings out, he picks it up without a second thought.
And rereads. Twice. The name showing up on the screen isn’t either of who he expected to hear from, but he can’t bring himself to ignore it entirely. A small smile blooms as he types out a reply.
[txt] Not busy really. Got nothing but time these days. What’s up?
[text] Wooh, it’s kind of personal isn’t it? But basically she told me she needed some time away from here, and that something happened. And that you could answer me, but that I didn’t need to push you. [/text]
He hesitated for a while, a light frown gracing his face as he licked his lips.
[text] But really… What the hell went down? [/text]
[txt] She doesn't get a right to 'personal' after what she's done.
[txt] I'm surprised she even left it up to me to tell people what happened. It's the only thing I have left to control now.
Deep breath. Snapping at Mike wasn't going to do him any good. If anything, it'd just make Mike come to him, and that... it could go wrong. So wrong. But what could he say that wouldn't sound like an outright lie? It was all so fucked up now.
[txt] I'm not sure if it's the sort of thing to tell a person through text.
[text] Hey, Spectre. I haven't heard in you in a life time! I guess you're probably busy with shit. But I thought I'd drop in a 'hi' anyway. Don't go breakin' my heart and reject my text~ [/text]
He doesn’t get texts very much anymore, and when he does, it’s only from two people. So when the screen lights up and the chime rings out, he picks it up without a second thought.
And rereads. Twice. The name showing up on the screen isn’t either of who he expected to hear from, but he can’t bring himself to ignore it entirely. A small smile blooms as he types out a reply.
[txt] Not busy really. Got nothing but time these days. What’s up?
[text] Hallelujah, praise thee above my prayers have been heard! You’re not buried six feet under! With the silence I’ve been having, I thought you might’ve packed your bags and moved to another region or something. I mean I got a letter of Cait that things went a bit to shit. Sorry to hear that. As for me, I’m doing pretty good. You know, same ol’ same ol’~! [/text]
He stares at the text for several minutes, unsure if Michael knows or if that’s just an accidentally cruel joke. He wouldn't put it past Caitlyn.
[txt] Uh. Yeah. Good to hear.
[txt] … Not that I really want to talk about her… but what exactly did she say in that letter?
[text] Hey, Spectre. I haven't heard in you in a life time! I guess you're probably busy with shit. But I thought I'd drop in a 'hi' anyway. Don't go breakin' my heart and reject my text~ [/text]
He doesn't get texts very much anymore, and when he does, it's only from two people. So when the screen lights up and the chime rings out, he picks it up without a second thought.
And rereads. Twice. The name showing up on the screen isn't either of who he expected to hear from, but he can't bring himself to ignore it entirely. A small smile blooms as he types out a reply.
[txt] Not busy really. Got nothing but time these days. What's up?
Dead Siblings Club
Side by side, unnoticed by all passerby, sat a pair of people. To pass by them, through them perhaps, would yield nothing but the sensation of a cold wind creeping down your spine. Almost everything about them was different, should someone have the eye to see them. One girl with a bob of short teal hair, a straight line of bangs over friendly brown eyes. Her smile was kind but sad as she stared out. One boy with fluffy black hair and a shock of purple in his gaze, face not entirely unfriendly but clearly displeased with what he was seeing.
“You really don’t worry about her?” the girl asked.
He shook his head, mouth twisting down in a frown. “Don’t see any reason to worry about the person responsible for this.”
“But she looks so sad most nights. I really don’t think she meant it.”
“Doesn’t matter if she meant it. She still got me killed. I’m still dead because of her.” Danny turned toward the girl, a fair bit annoyed. “How’re you so forgiving?”
“I’ve been dead a lot longer than you, buddy,” she chuckled. The merry tone fell quickly, however, into a more gentle, somber one. “And I’ve watched Nik beat himself up over it. I’ve watched other people, people who should have protected him, beat him up over it. He’s suffered enough. He doesn’t need my anger on top of that. It can’t be easy to see your family die in front of you.”
When Maria looked back up at him, Danny averted his eyes. She kept going. “Besides, them feeling like hell? It won’t bring us back. So I take that accident, and I forgive him. You should forgive her accidents too.”
“Easier said than done,” he murmured, eyes returning to the pair before them. Curled together on a motel bed, Caitlyn asleep and twitching her fingers against her dreams, and Nik flipping aimlessly through the holofeed. “You died through inaction. I was decapitated. It’s a little different.”
Maria winced ever so slightly in sympathy. Gently, she took his hand, squeezing it and keeping her hold until he met her eyes. “Just consider it. It makes it easier, I promise.”
Character Stat Sheet
Repost replacing the old information with your muse’s information.
Pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses.
Tagged by: isadoratheexplora
Face claim: Francisco Lachowski
Name: Danny Galloway
Age: 20 technically (stuck at two months shy of it really)
Gender: Male
Nationality: Johto
Birthplace: Olivine City,Johto
Birthday: December 3rd Star Sign: Saggitarius
Residence: Laverre, Kalos
Martial Status: Single if we're really being technical here
Alignment: Lawful Neutral? (I'm baaad at these)
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Drink: ---
Food: ---
Day or Night: Night
Song: Jason Mraz and anything similar to it, Pierrot
Historical Character: ---
Pokemon: Riddle (Gengar), Maeve (Misdreavus), Eileen (Chandelure), Alexander (Aegislash), assorted other ghosts
Book: Anything, really
Color: Purple, black, silver
Flower: Lavender
Sexuality: Bisexual apparently
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Body type: Looks like he might have some muscle but really honestly doesn't have much at all
Eye color: Purple
Hair color: Black
Tagging: who even hasn't been tagged yet god damn
night time beat. || OPEN RP
At that, Chester took the chance to leave the two to their own devices, stopping momentarily to pull the blanket back up over Tsubasa’s shoulders (as she was still on the couch and fast asleep).
Once he was gone, Calme let out a soft sigh and shook his head again. “Unfortunately, I don’t know as much as Chester but he’s insistent I don’t learn everything yet. At the least…” He tapped his chin and motioned for Danny to follow. “We’ll need a place to sit.”
It was easier to sit it out in the private lounge so that’s where he led the ghost, worrying his bottom lip a second before he spoke. “The inn isn’t exactly normal. It’s what Chester calls a ‘wanderer’s respite’. It’s… a bit of a crossroads between worlds and while we do get people from this world, more and more otherworlders have been stopping in for a place to stay a night before moving on. Suffice it to say, the population of humans is lessening on this land.”
After the effect the stone had had on Calme, Danny could hardly complain when he was led away to sit and get the story. He was silent as he waited for Calme to explain, patient despite very little understanding of it all. He’d gone on this long without a decent explanation, but asking no questions could get a little difficult the longer he went there.
“The inn hasn’t always been like that though, has it?” he asked once Calme paused. “It’s changed to be more of a… ‘wanderer’s respite’? Why here?”
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