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" Where Dreams Take The Stage "

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" Sometimes, I realllyy want to go to an arcade spot— for old times sake! "

" My brother and I used to frequently visit it on the weekends PRE-tty often! under supervision of course- we were children, no one's gonna let a pair of newspawns just wander around aimlessly— "

" And hah- NOT to brag or anythingg but I always maxed out the tickets! i've played so often, I was just genuinely so cracked at em yknow? "

" I can always just buy a arcade machine and put it somewhere in my room, sure that would work.. "

" ... but it's not the same as going in-person, being surronded by neon lights, 'phernals habing fun and all! "

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RP Interactions allowed!

"Interesting."

Ghosdeeri wasn't one to ever miss a detail. She listened intently, watching the idol with curiosity. It was a bit of a mask, as she was simply here to catalog what was being said in this mock-up interview, but she listened with what looked to others as genuine curiosity.

At least, she hoped it did. She wasn't the best with expressions, with her actual mask being a pumpkin head. But, she did her best. The slight tilt of her head, hands atop her lap, staying still.

"Would this correlate to September 25th, 4:32pm, 14 years ago? You emptied the tickets out of ski-ball, being 3245 in total from previous usage from other newspawns. Quite the feat, I will admit."

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" ... "

Microphone... slowly turns around in suprise. Still holding his phone relatively close to his mouth, since instead of typing he was talking into the microphone function of his phone.

Which was why he said things outloud.

He did NOT expect a answer back from someone standing nearby.

" Uhhh.. how... do you know that? "

Now he's getting nervous... haha- who is this and WHY did they get really specific about a time that he could had sworn was only kept betweem him and his brother?

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"Apologies if I gave you a fright, Microphone."

She replied, tilting her head in the other direction. "I know many things, whether fortunately or not. Would you... prefer if I left? I ah..." She paused, pulling a postcard from her pocket. It was a decently popular one of Valk and Dom.

"Somebody I know has had this for... quite some time. She'd wanted it signed, and is often too scared to come out in public... or anywhere. So I figured I'd ask for a signature. I do understand if you would prefer to not sign it, the life of an idol is hard."

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" Oh!- "

Valk smiled.. alittle nervously– ahaha.

" Oh, no no, its no problem— can I see that real quick? "

He took out a pen that he had clipped to the v-shaped collar of his attire, while trying to offer a friendly smile.

" ... "

' seriously— HOW did they know that?? '

Valk thought nervously to himself, while his hand remained steady in forging his usual signature.

' did they know grand-dad in some capacity? that- was too specific to have been a lucky guess. '

" Thereee we go! "

Valk stood upright once he was done. Giving a curt nod and a small chuckle— of nervousness.

' Now come to think of it... '

He squinted abit through his shades.

' They do seem.. familiar. I feel like- ive met them before? '

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"Thank you."

With what appeared to be a grateful nod, she put the postcard in her pocket. It was in such a way that showed she did care for whoever this was for, as she didn't want to ruin it.

"Ah, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Ghosdeeri."

She... didn't do much. Didn't move much, didn't talk much. Her voice was odd. It was wrong, but right. The heart in the center of her chest pulsed absentmindedly, slow and calm. As it always did.

Why was she so familiar?

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" I.. see! "

" Nice to meet you Mx. Ghostdeeri! "

' Is it REALLY the first time ive met her though? '

Valk continued to ponder.

' Welll.. Grand-dad always had a bunch of 'phernals invited to attend the yearly New Years Eve Feast... maybeee... '

" Uh- Mx. Deeri! "

Here goes nothing...

Valk has decided to voice his thoughts outloud at the last minute when he initially just wanted to turn around and go about his day, looking at the tall 'Inphernal' with a tilt of his head.

" Have I.. seen you somewhere? "

...

" You see— you just.. look really familiar.. and- certain parts of my childhood, I don't really remember anymore. "

' Please dont let me look like a fool.. please dont- '

" ... "

Valk is praying to– whatever higher power out there, that he doesn't sound like he has lost his marbles.. asking a 'random stranger' such a direct question.

Then again, she did seem to know him, very.. deeply.

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". . ."

Her pupils creased, as though she was smiling.

"I'm surprised you remember me."

A chuckle. One unfit for her voice, omnipresent as always.

"Yes, your grandfather would bring you and your brother to my library sometimes. You would tell me of your days, your months together since I'd last seen you. And in return, I would tell you of my stories across my lifetime. It stopped when you were about 14. I'm sure you know what year that was."

The Scorch. The year Firebrand went missing, a very busy year for Ghosdeeri. She had to document hundreds of deaths, with charred gears being the only evidence of them ever being there.

"I am a watcher created by Ghostwalker. It was not uncommon for Swords to visit me and recount their greatest journeys, wanting to be immortalized even further."

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" Th- that was YOU?! "

It FINALLY clicked for Valk.

Valk's whole body languange changed. From unsure and wary.. to something akin to a giddy golden retriever with a squishy ball.

" NO WONDER YOU FELT SO FAMILIÆR!! "

It seems that even with the test of time, Valk hasn't changed that much fundamentally.. he always got squeaky and pitched when he was excited as a young, enthuastic Inphernal.

It infact, might have eased Ghosdeeri to know that traces of Microphone's old self.. is still in there.

" Im so- SO sorry for not recognizing you at first- haha– oh deitieshowlonghasitbeen?dudeitsbeensolong— "

Microphone started talking really fast. It was at this point that he would be incoherent if he was talking to a normal Inphernal...

...though not to Ghosdeeri. She's keeping up with every single word.

Microphone's small, golden yellow-bat wings started flapping with enthusiasm.. just to emphasize how happy he was.

And likely.. relieved too.

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Her amusement towards her nephew was visible, nodding along to each word said. At times, she'd make noises of acknowledgement, showing she was still listening.

Instead of the incredibly large library full of recounts of adventures that others have seen, these will go in her journal. She will recount these to noone, as that is what trustworthy inphernals do.

"...And what did you do after that?" She asked, tilting her head.

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" —wellwegetintocrazyshitallthetimesoafterIaccidentallylockedMegaphoneintothestagepropboxthatweweresupposedtouseassomethinglikesimiliartothosemagicianboxes— "

Microphone was truly in the moment.. it's like he forgot for a moment, that he could be spotted by a rabid fan any second now.

He was practically prancing around Ghosdeeri, making gestures for emphasis, sometimes pausing in his restless movement to make a dramatic proclaim as if he were presenting it to an audience bigger than one..

..but the difference is that it felt very authentic.

" —wetriedtogetoneofourstaffmemberstocarefullycutopenthebo- "

Microphone halts like a engine running out of gas.

Before he started sheepishly giggling to himself and tapping his two fingers together.

" —oh, uh, oops.. I- was about to go on a tangent.. again. How long did I talked for actually? "

And Valk finally remembers that he was an adult. He tries to regain his perceived 'loss of dignity' by brushing his attire and trying to act calm again.

There was a small, blush of embarrasment on his face. As he stares up at her, all 'prim and proper' again.

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She huffed in amusement. "You needn't worry about professionalism with me, Microphone. I do not mind listening."

A pause.

"But you are allowed to do as you please. I enjoyed that story, actually. How did Megaphone react to being stuck? Did you manage to continue with the show whenever it happened?"

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" W-well— "

His wings were still quivering with excitement, even with him now holding himself back.

" –yeahhh he did NOT like that at all, I mean we DID managed to get him out, not without some well-deserved words directed at me though.... you know how it is! "

Valk's hands neatly folded back together again. His sheepish expression being replaced by a more thoughtful one.

He's thinking again..

...

After 3 minutes of seemingly composing himself, and perhaps contemplating of what to say.. Valk made direct eyecontact with Ghosdeeri once again.

" Mx. Deeri... "

He started again, and he didn't maintain eyecontact for long— as he turned his gaze to look around him instead.

" Has.. grand-dad ever left something in your library? "

Huh...

That's quite a specific question.

" Well— I know he could had left some personal accounts behind, but.. im- talking abit more.. personally than that? if.. that somehow makes sense. "

" ... I know he lost a shawl once, and if I.. remember it correctly- "

Valk had put a hand on the side of his forehead, tilting his head.

" —he thought he lost it in the library. And well, he kind of never had a chance to go back and check, because.. you know. "

Microphone earlier claimed that he couldn't remember certain parts of his childhood. Being with Ghosdeeri must have forced his mind to subconciously start jogging again.

By asking about Firebrand, it's clear how Microphone still felt about him.. despite evidentally, what Firebrand has done years ago.

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She'd given a nod as she listened along to his story, crossing her arms.

Ghosdeeri wasn't one to hesitate, thankfully, and she spoke a moment or two after Microphone stopped talking.

"Yes, I do believe I have that shawl. It was red with an orange pattern across it, with tassels on the bottom. It rests with the other clothing people have lost in my library."

"I have not seen signs of your grandfather, though. Would you like me to give it to you if you visit? I do not mind."

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" Yeah- that would be very appreciated! "

Microphone gave a small smile. His wings finally folded neatly against his back again.

Although he gave a smile... Ghosdeeri was able to pick up on the slight somberness of his current mood.

" Honestly, I never thought I would remember something so.. specific. "

Microphone tilted his head.

" I know it hasn't been that long for you but it does for me. "

" I had.. lived my life since then— you'd think I wouldn't be able to remember stuff like that. "

Microphone paused.

" N-nevermind that— sorry, I think I got abit carried away again. "

" Yes— a visit! I hope im able to drop by eventually, but it's not a guarantee.. not with my schedule. "

Valk gave a small flutter of his wings.

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"Do not worry, Microphone. My library will always be open to you and your brother."

She paused at the majority of his words, letting out a small, fond huff and taking a step forward. Ruffling his head, she bent down slightly to face him eye to eye. "And,"

"You never have to apologize for what you say. Especially not to me. I will always listen to you."

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" Ah— wha- hey! "

Microphone half heartedly scolds, swatting with the strength of a crumbled paperball..

" Come on- im not a kid anymore!!- agh— "

..but in the midst of ruffling, Ghosdeeri could see the clear evidence of Microphone's joy, he was smiling despite feigning a pout.

" Okay— OKAY! "

His act was made even more obvious as he backs off himself, beaming. That seems to have done the trick of cheering him up.

" Okay, you made your point— enough of that! "

giggle

" ...ohh SHOT I have to still do my job!!— "

Anddd Valk seems to remember he was an adult with a very demanding, ruthless, public job.

Valk started immediately booking it— but before he dissapeared completely, he turned back around to look back at the tall watcher.

" Ill come visit— I swear! I'll find a way to slip by!! "

And with that, the Idol makes his exit. It wasn't like one of his usual flashy ones, it was accompanied by the.. energy of realizing he messed up and needed to get back on schedule.

But honestly..

This was more better.

" —ohmysfoththeyareSOgonnakillmeforbeingsidetrackeddd- "

THUD—

Thud–

thud‐

Even with the warmth that lingered in the air, of where Valk once stood..

There was still, semblance of.. melachony. It's not strong per say, but it was certainly noticable now with the silence of her surrondings, background noises and all.

...

Oh, Old King...

...If only you knew that some still long to see you once again.

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" Morning! "

...

" Quite sorry to contact you on such a abrupt notice, Vee— butttt... "

" ..You haven't been causing any unnecessary mischief lately right? no I haven't heard about something, promiseeee.. im just checking. "

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“ morning to you too ! ! And nooooo. . . . I would neveerr ! Cmoonnn, you know me ! I'm too polite for such things. . . Just me being mee ! Teehee. . . ”

`T.Vee's digital face would have a tiny sweat glands in the corner that he'd quickly cover up with his hand. `

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" ... "

Microphone's eye would twitch..

" Are you sure? "

uh oh

" Because as one of your employers, it is quite important for me to keep tabs on the Inphernals I work closely with.. "

...

" Is your screen smudged? Why are you covering that spot up.. "

" No shame here if it is! I have a napkin to quickly wipe that smear off, if you just let me get abit closer to do that.. "

Valk quietly takes out said napkin. With an odd.. undiscernable look on his face.

Suddenly, your stomach feels like its about to fold on itself.

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' holy swords I'm done for. . '

`t.vee would think to himself before quickly waving valk away with his slightly sweaty hand.`

“ N-No! It's fineee. . . I just eehmm I eeuhhhh.. I- I SPILLED WATER ON MY CASING AND THE SCREEN GOT GLITCHED IN THAT SPECIFIC CORNER THAT I'M COVERING ! Yeah ! . . That. . Hahaha. . hah. . heh. . ”

`t.vee would feel his heartbeat quicken and his stomach churn with panic.`

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" ... "

Valk-... smiles! (???)

" Oh really? "

" Then you wouldn't mind letting me see that.. I could had sworn I didn't catch that before you covered that area, so allow me to take a second look! "

You make one wrong move and your done for.. anything I dont approve you'll be done for... /ref

Valk persists. Waving the napkin around like he was trying to cast a spell—

HE got closer nonetheless. Still with that 'odd look'- he's somehow progressively getting scarier despite not much has changed in the way he carried himself.

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“ no no It's like— super tiny ! — just— i-its fine Valk ! Truly fine !— WOAH ! —”

` t.vee would step back again, while still trying to seat away valk but make the fatal mistake of tripping on his cable cord like tail and falling on his back. And by natural instincts, moving his hand. No glitch.. Just digital sweat glands. `

“ OOMF !— ”

` t.vee would lay there, only now realizing he move his hand. `

'.... I'm gonna get butchered by a yellow mini travel sized toothbrush. . .`

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" ... "

Valk casually squats beside the panicking journalist.

Reaching his arm foward, to...

" ... "

Wipe! Wipe! Wipe!

...to clean T. Vee's screen.

" Honestly, you don't really hide it that well.. "

Valk tilted his head. His faux smile changed to a more neutral, but genuine expression.

" Cmon now.. out with it— did you, or did you not become too pushy again.. "

" You have abit of a problem of being nosey, yknow? could get both me and Dom in trouble. "

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`t.vee would stay silent for a few minutes before letting out a defeated sigh. `

“ uuurrghu. . . . . . okaayy. . . Maybe I got a BIT personal with the phighters a few days agoo. . . But who am I too blame ! ? I'm just a journalist ! It's literally my jobbbbbbuuuuhh. . . . . . ”

`t.vee would huff, his cable tail thumping against the floor. T.vee would try and swat away valks hand once more but failed miserably due to valks quick reflexes. `

“. . Why are you still wiping my screen ? Do I ACTUALLY have a smudge on my screen somewhere? — ”

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" ... "

Where on inpherno did he got these reflexes from? seriously— it's like trying to swat at a stubborn, unyielding mosquito.

" Im not blaming exactly blaming you but you gotta be CAREFUL... "

Valk sighed, continuing to wipe the TV screen like he was trying to clean a dirty window.

" Public press is no joke! they'll put the blame on me and Dom for your behavior.. "

When T. Vee questioned of why he kept wiping the screen.. Valk pauses.

" Yeah. There actually is. "

Microphone snickers briefly. His free hand held up to his mouth as if doing am purposely awful job at covering his amusement.. and his genuine smile.

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“ sorrryyy. . . . I'll. . Try, to not say too much personal things with the phighters. . try. ”

`t.vee's screen would display a saddened and slightly annoyed look before it'd quickly change to a look of playful teasing.`

“. . . Heeeyy. . . Are you smiling ? . . ”

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" ... "

CRACK!

...the way his expression changed so fast should be documented. Whiplash so evident, you could mentally imagine a screen crack vfx.

" No- no?! "

Valk QUICKLY stands back up, holding the napkin to his chest like some indiginified- PRINCESS.

" What makes you say that? hah- you frame it like its a rare, special moment if let's say, I WAS. (￢‿￢; ) "

Yeah I wonder why he's asking huh..

Valk covers his mouth properly with the napkin shortly afterwards.

IM NOT A DERE- TSUN, TSUN DERE!

Wait that technically counts as an indirect kiss. FCK- /JOKE

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“ cmooon. . . Don't lie like I just did nooow ! ”

`t.vee would sit up, his tail swishing back and forth in anticipation.`

“ whatchu hiding behind that napkin, hmm ? Tell meee. . . ”

'. . . Did he just indirectly kiss me? . . . Nono probably not. . but still. . . Huh. . .'

`and tiny tiny dust of blush would cover t.vees cheeks at the thought, but since it was so small and unnoticeable on his real face, his digital screen didn't mimick it.`

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" OKAYY- LETS GET BACK TO THE POINT- "

Valk proceeds to waste no time at all changing topics before T. Vee started getting ideas...

" -right right, DON'T get carried prying at 'phernals next time, 'kay? "

Valk composed himself, as he finally lowered the napkin from his mouth. Giving a non-serious, stern expression.

" You know the deal! "

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“ I make no such promises but I'll tryyy. . . Hmpf. ”

` t.vee would look back up at valk who now had a stern expression on his face. It was funny to see in t.vees opinion. . . `

`. . .`

“ pfft— ”

“ . . . . You know whenever you try to make a stern face it makes you look like a angry bunny, right? ”

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" I can't have you trying to— okay. "

Valk then proceeds to throw the napkin at T. Vee, to which.. really didn't do much of course- its a napkin what did you expect

But it did however, do its job to emphasize Valk's albeit, somewhat comedic frustration with the journalist.

" Im TRYING to be serious here and you just have to say that- "

...Valk started pacing back and forth, infront of him.

The comedic value, unfortunately for Valk does not get any less lower.

" —I get that it's YOUR job to be provoking but STILL!- "

He finally halted after pacing for.. 6 minutes. Give or take. Catching his composure last second before T. Vee manages to see more of.. Microphone.

" OKAY- okay. Im calm.. "

deeeeepppp breathsssssss....

" Im calm! "

Valk turns around to face T. Vee again.

" I don't think I need to repeat myself, yeah? "

The lighter tone was back again. His hands held behind his back.

Unfortunately for T. Vee, Valk has gone back to acting as his boss...

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` a little 'ಠಿ_ಠ' face would display on t.vees face as valk threw the napkin at him, knowing it'd do literally nothing.. He'd quickly wipe that expression off and replace it with a exasperated acceptance look instead`

“ fineee. . . I won't cross boundaries with the phighteersss. . . But just so you know barely any of them cared really ! ! ”

`biggest lie ever spoken by the inphernal with the remote gear. One of them literally tried throwing their gear at him...`

aahh dwdw!! if you need to take a break take one!! Your health is more important than roleplaying brochaco 💙🫂

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" IM NOT STUPID VEE!! "

Valk shouts out a totally unrelated sentence— just as he started to walk away. His golden small bat wings quivering– though from what is.. hm.

" Just don't get me and him into trouble!! "

And with that, Valk made his swift exit— leaving as abruptly as he appeared.

... Now one of your bosses might be keeping an close eye on you. Goody— trying to pry and prod might be alil difficult from here on and then.

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Special Delivery!

.. Uhhhhhhhh HERE IMSORRYFORBEINGSUPERAWKWARD!!!!!

You Obtained: A colorful letter of adoration 1 box of deluxe pastries from Thieves Rest A star plush keychain

Do they really need to sign this off?

Its anonymously addressed, but its a little too obvious.

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" Oh! "

Valk exclaimed, not because it was unusual for him to receive packages...

Never- really, it was very normal

But because.. this very 'special' delivery is.. abit familiar in its presentation. Like, alittle too familiar yknow...

As far as he knew, the mailman was the only one that knew of his affinity for Thieves' Rest pastry..

" ... "

So he felt like he already knew who this was from, and it wasn't just from any fan.

" ..Pfft— hehe.. "

Valk set everything else aside at the moment, to infact read the fanmail he got.

As he went back inside, placing the received gifts down.. to go fetch his letter opener to open the letter.

" ... "

He is quite curious afterall of what was in it.

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[ ✮ FLIPSIDE ✮ ]

" Where Dreams Take The Stage "

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" Sometimes, I realllyy want to go to an arcade spot— for old times sake! "

" My brother and I used to frequently visit it on the weekends PRE-tty often! under supervision of course- we were children, no one's gonna let a pair of newspawns just wander around aimlessly— "

" And hah- NOT to brag or anythingg but I always maxed out the tickets! i've played so often, I was just genuinely so cracked at em yknow? "

" I can always just buy a arcade machine and put it somewhere in my room, sure that would work.. "

" ... but it's not the same as going in-person, being surronded by neon lights, 'phernals habing fun and all! "

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RP Interactions allowed!

"Interesting."

Ghosdeeri wasn't one to ever miss a detail. She listened intently, watching the idol with curiosity. It was a bit of a mask, as she was simply here to catalog what was being said in this mock-up interview, but she listened with what looked to others as genuine curiosity.

At least, she hoped it did. She wasn't the best with expressions, with her actual mask being a pumpkin head. But, she did her best. The slight tilt of her head, hands atop her lap, staying still.

"Would this correlate to September 25th, 4:32pm, 14 years ago? You emptied the tickets out of ski-ball, being 3245 in total from previous usage from other newspawns. Quite the feat, I will admit."

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" ... "

Microphone... slowly turns around in suprise. Still holding his phone relatively close to his mouth, since instead of typing he was talking into the microphone function of his phone.

Which was why he said things outloud.

He did NOT expect a answer back from someone standing nearby.

" Uhhh.. how... do you know that? "

Now he's getting nervous... haha- who is this and WHY did they get really specific about a time that he could had sworn was only kept betweem him and his brother?

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"Apologies if I gave you a fright, Microphone."

She replied, tilting her head in the other direction. "I know many things, whether fortunately or not. Would you... prefer if I left? I ah..." She paused, pulling a postcard from her pocket. It was a decently popular one of Valk and Dom.

"Somebody I know has had this for... quite some time. She'd wanted it signed, and is often too scared to come out in public... or anywhere. So I figured I'd ask for a signature. I do understand if you would prefer to not sign it, the life of an idol is hard."

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" Oh!- "

Valk smiled.. alittle nervously– ahaha.

" Oh, no no, its no problem— can I see that real quick? "

He took out a pen that he had clipped to the v-shaped collar of his attire, while trying to offer a friendly smile.

" ... "

' seriously— HOW did they know that?? '

Valk thought nervously to himself, while his hand remained steady in forging his usual signature.

' did they know grand-dad in some capacity? that- was too specific to have been a lucky guess. '

" Thereee we go! "

Valk stood upright once he was done. Giving a curt nod and a small chuckle— of nervousness.

' Now come to think of it... '

He squinted abit through his shades.

' They do seem.. familiar. I feel like- ive met them before? '

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"Thank you."

With what appeared to be a grateful nod, she put the postcard in her pocket. It was in such a way that showed she did care for whoever this was for, as she didn't want to ruin it.

"Ah, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Ghosdeeri."

She... didn't do much. Didn't move much, didn't talk much. Her voice was odd. It was wrong, but right. The heart in the center of her chest pulsed absentmindedly, slow and calm. As it always did.

Why was she so familiar?

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" I.. see! "

" Nice to meet you Mx. Ghostdeeri! "

' Is it REALLY the first time ive met her though? '

Valk continued to ponder.

' Welll.. Grand-dad always had a bunch of 'phernals invited to attend the yearly New Years Eve Feast... maybeee... '

" Uh- Mx. Deeri! "

Here goes nothing...

Valk has decided to voice his thoughts outloud at the last minute when he initially just wanted to turn around and go about his day, looking at the tall 'Inphernal' with a tilt of his head.

" Have I.. seen you somewhere? "

...

" You see— you just.. look really familiar.. and- certain parts of my childhood, I don't really remember anymore. "

' Please dont let me look like a fool.. please dont- '

" ... "

Valk is praying to– whatever higher power out there, that he doesn't sound like he has lost his marbles.. asking a 'random stranger' such a direct question.

Then again, she did seem to know him, very.. deeply.

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". . ."

Her pupils creased, as though she was smiling.

"I'm surprised you remember me."

A chuckle. One unfit for her voice, omnipresent as always.

"Yes, your grandfather would bring you and your brother to my library sometimes. You would tell me of your days, your months together since I'd last seen you. And in return, I would tell you of my stories across my lifetime. It stopped when you were about 14. I'm sure you know what year that was."

The Scorch. The year Firebrand went missing, a very busy year for Ghosdeeri. She had to document hundreds of deaths, with charred gears being the only evidence of them ever being there.

"I am a watcher created by Ghostwalker. It was not uncommon for Swords to visit me and recount their greatest journeys, wanting to be immortalized even further."

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" Th- that was YOU?! "

It FINALLY clicked for Valk.

Valk's whole body languange changed. From unsure and wary.. to something akin to a giddy golden retriever with a squishy ball.

" NO WONDER YOU FELT SO FAMILIÆR!! "

It seems that even with the test of time, Valk hasn't changed that much fundamentally.. he always got squeaky and pitched when he was excited as a young, enthuastic Inphernal.

It infact, might have eased Ghosdeeri to know that traces of Microphone's old self.. is still in there.

" Im so- SO sorry for not recognizing you at first- haha– oh deitieshowlonghasitbeen?dudeitsbeensolong— "

Microphone started talking really fast. It was at this point that he would be incoherent if he was talking to a normal Inphernal...

...though not to Ghosdeeri. She's keeping up with every single word.

Microphone's small, golden yellow-bat wings started flapping with enthusiasm.. just to emphasize how happy he was.

And likely.. relieved too.

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Her amusement towards her nephew was visible, nodding along to each word said. At times, she'd make noises of acknowledgement, showing she was still listening.

Instead of the incredibly large library full of recounts of adventures that others have seen, these will go in her journal. She will recount these to noone, as that is what trustworthy inphernals do.

"...And what did you do after that?" She asked, tilting her head.

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" —wellwegetintocrazyshitallthetimesoafterIaccidentallylockedMegaphoneintothestagepropboxthatweweresupposedtouseassomethinglikesimiliartothosemagicianboxes— "

Microphone was truly in the moment.. it's like he forgot for a moment, that he could be spotted by a rabid fan any second now.

He was practically prancing around Ghosdeeri, making gestures for emphasis, sometimes pausing in his restless movement to make a dramatic proclaim as if he were presenting it to an audience bigger than one..

..but the difference is that it felt very authentic.

" —wetriedtogetoneofourstaffmemberstocarefullycutopenthebo- "

Microphone halts like a engine running out of gas.

Before he started sheepishly giggling to himself and tapping his two fingers together.

" —oh, uh, oops.. I- was about to go on a tangent.. again. How long did I talked for actually? "

And Valk finally remembers that he was an adult. He tries to regain his perceived 'loss of dignity' by brushing his attire and trying to act calm again.

There was a small, blush of embarrasment on his face. As he stares up at her, all 'prim and proper' again.

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She huffed in amusement. "You needn't worry about professionalism with me, Microphone. I do not mind listening."

A pause.

"But you are allowed to do as you please. I enjoyed that story, actually. How did Megaphone react to being stuck? Did you manage to continue with the show whenever it happened?"

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" W-well— "

His wings were still quivering with excitement, even with him now holding himself back.

" –yeahhh he did NOT like that at all, I mean we DID managed to get him out, not without some well-deserved words directed at me though.... you know how it is! "

Valk's hands neatly folded back together again. His sheepish expression being replaced by a more thoughtful one.

He's thinking again..

...

After 3 minutes of seemingly composing himself, and perhaps contemplating of what to say.. Valk made direct eyecontact with Ghosdeeri once again.

" Mx. Deeri... "

He started again, and he didn't maintain eyecontact for long— as he turned his gaze to look around him instead.

" Has.. grand-dad ever left something in your library? "

Huh...

That's quite a specific question.

" Well— I know he could had left some personal accounts behind, but.. im- talking abit more.. personally than that? if.. that somehow makes sense. "

" ... I know he lost a shawl once, and if I.. remember it correctly- "

Valk had put a hand on the side of his forehead, tilting his head.

" —he thought he lost it in the library. And well, he kind of never had a chance to go back and check, because.. you know. "

Microphone earlier claimed that he couldn't remember certain parts of his childhood. Being with Ghosdeeri must have forced his mind to subconciously start jogging again.

By asking about Firebrand, it's clear how Microphone still felt about him.. despite evidentally, what Firebrand has done years ago.

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She'd given a nod as she listened along to his story, crossing her arms.

Ghosdeeri wasn't one to hesitate, thankfully, and she spoke a moment or two after Microphone stopped talking.

"Yes, I do believe I have that shawl. It was red with an orange pattern across it, with tassels on the bottom. It rests with the other clothing people have lost in my library."

"I have not seen signs of your grandfather, though. Would you like me to give it to you if you visit? I do not mind."

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" Yeah- that would be very appreciated! "

Microphone gave a small smile. His wings finally folded neatly against his back again.

Although he gave a smile... Ghosdeeri was able to pick up on the slight somberness of his current mood.

" Honestly, I never thought I would remember something so.. specific. "

Microphone tilted his head.

" I know it hasn't been that long for you but it does for me. "

" I had.. lived my life since then— you'd think I wouldn't be able to remember stuff like that. "

Microphone paused.

" N-nevermind that— sorry, I think I got abit carried away again. "

" Yes— a visit! I hope im able to drop by eventually, but it's not a guarantee.. not with my schedule. "

Valk gave a small flutter of his wings.

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" Morning! "

...

" Quite sorry to contact you on such a abrupt notice, Vee— butttt... "

" ..You haven't been causing any unnecessary mischief lately right? no I haven't heard about something, promiseeee.. im just checking. "

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“ morning to you too ! ! And nooooo. . . . I would neveerr ! Cmoonnn, you know me ! I'm too polite for such things. . . Just me being mee ! Teehee. . . ”

`T.Vee's digital face would have a tiny sweat glands in the corner that he'd quickly cover up with his hand. `

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" ... "

Microphone's eye would twitch..

" Are you sure? "

uh oh

" Because as one of your employers, it is quite important for me to keep tabs on the Inphernals I work closely with.. "

...

" Is your screen smudged? Why are you covering that spot up.. "

" No shame here if it is! I have a napkin to quickly wipe that smear off, if you just let me get abit closer to do that.. "

Valk quietly takes out said napkin. With an odd.. undiscernable look on his face.

Suddenly, your stomach feels like its about to fold on itself.

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' holy swords I'm done for. . '

`t.vee would think to himself before quickly waving valk away with his slightly sweaty hand.`

“ N-No! It's fineee. . . I just eehmm I eeuhhhh.. I- I SPILLED WATER ON MY CASING AND THE SCREEN GOT GLITCHED IN THAT SPECIFIC CORNER THAT I'M COVERING ! Yeah ! . . That. . Hahaha. . hah. . heh. . ”

`t.vee would feel his heartbeat quicken and his stomach churn with panic.`

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" ... "

Valk-... smiles! (???)

" Oh really? "

" Then you wouldn't mind letting me see that.. I could had sworn I didn't catch that before you covered that area, so allow me to take a second look! "

You make one wrong move and your done for.. anything I dont approve you'll be done for... /ref

Valk persists. Waving the napkin around like he was trying to cast a spell—

HE got closer nonetheless. Still with that 'odd look'- he's somehow progressively getting scarier despite not much has changed in the way he carried himself.

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“ no no It's like— super tiny ! — just— i-its fine Valk ! Truly fine !— WOAH ! —”

` t.vee would step back again, while still trying to seat away valk but make the fatal mistake of tripping on his cable cord like tail and falling on his back. And by natural instincts, moving his hand. No glitch.. Just digital sweat glands. `

“ OOMF !— ”

` t.vee would lay there, only now realizing he move his hand. `

'.... I'm gonna get butchered by a yellow mini travel sized toothbrush. . .`

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" ... "

Valk casually squats beside the panicking journalist.

Reaching his arm foward, to...

" ... "

Wipe! Wipe! Wipe!

...to clean T. Vee's screen.

" Honestly, you don't really hide it that well.. "

Valk tilted his head. His faux smile changed to a more neutral, but genuine expression.

" Cmon now.. out with it— did you, or did you not become too pushy again.. "

" You have abit of a problem of being nosey, yknow? could get both me and Dom in trouble. "

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`t.vee would stay silent for a few minutes before letting out a defeated sigh. `

“ uuurrghu. . . . . . okaayy. . . Maybe I got a BIT personal with the phighters a few days agoo. . . But who am I too blame ! ? I'm just a journalist ! It's literally my jobbbbbbuuuuhh. . . . . . ”

`t.vee would huff, his cable tail thumping against the floor. T.vee would try and swat away valks hand once more but failed miserably due to valks quick reflexes. `

“. . Why are you still wiping my screen ? Do I ACTUALLY have a smudge on my screen somewhere? — ”

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" ... "

Where on inpherno did he got these reflexes from? seriously— it's like trying to swat at a stubborn, unyielding mosquito.

" Im not blaming exactly blaming you but you gotta be CAREFUL... "

Valk sighed, continuing to wipe the TV screen like he was trying to clean a dirty window.

" Public press is no joke! they'll put the blame on me and Dom for your behavior.. "

When T. Vee questioned of why he kept wiping the screen.. Valk pauses.

" Yeah. There actually is. "

Microphone snickers briefly. His free hand held up to his mouth as if doing am purposely awful job at covering his amusement.. and his genuine smile.

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“ sorrryyy. . . . I'll. . Try, to not say too much personal things with the phighters. . try. ”

`t.vee's screen would display a saddened and slightly annoyed look before it'd quickly change to a look of playful teasing.`

“. . . Heeeyy. . . Are you smiling ? . . ”

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" ... "

CRACK!

...the way his expression changed so fast should be documented. Whiplash so evident, you could mentally imagine a screen crack vfx.

" No- no?! "

Valk QUICKLY stands back up, holding the napkin to his chest like some indiginified- PRINCESS.

" What makes you say that? hah- you frame it like its a rare, special moment if let's say, I WAS. (￢‿￢; ) "

Yeah I wonder why he's asking huh..

Valk covers his mouth properly with the napkin shortly afterwards.

IM NOT A DERE- TSUN, TSUN DERE!

Wait that technically counts as an indirect kiss. FCK- /JOKE

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“ cmooon. . . Don't lie like I just did nooow ! ”

`t.vee would sit up, his tail swishing back and forth in anticipation.`

“ whatchu hiding behind that napkin, hmm ? Tell meee. . . ”

'. . . Did he just indirectly kiss me? . . . Nono probably not. . but still. . . Huh. . .'

`and tiny tiny dust of blush would cover t.vees cheeks at the thought, but since it was so small and unnoticeable on his real face, his digital screen didn't mimick it.`

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" OKAYY- LETS GET BACK TO THE POINT- "

Valk proceeds to waste no time at all changing topics before T. Vee started getting ideas...

" -right right, DON'T get carried prying at 'phernals next time, 'kay? "

Valk composed himself, as he finally lowered the napkin from his mouth. Giving a non-serious, stern expression.

" You know the deal! "

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“ I make no such promises but I'll tryyy. . . Hmpf. ”

` t.vee would look back up at valk who now had a stern expression on his face. It was funny to see in t.vees opinion. . . `

`. . .`

“ pfft— ”

“ . . . . You know whenever you try to make a stern face it makes you look like a angry bunny, right? ”

#// ooc: I love having inconsistent motivation spikes (I DONT.)#Valkyrie Helm #Microphone #CAMERAS ROLLING!#phighting #phighting roleplay #phighting rp blog #phighting rp #phighting roblox #phighting flipside #phighting crossroads

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" I can't have you trying to— okay. "

Valk then proceeds to throw the napkin at T. Vee, to which.. really didn't do much of course- its a napkin what did you expect

But it did however, do its job to emphasize Valk's albeit, somewhat comedic frustration with the journalist.

" Im TRYING to be serious here and you just have to say that- "

...Valk started pacing back and forth, infront of him.

The comedic value, unfortunately for Valk does not get any less lower.

" —I get that it's YOUR job to be provoking but STILL!- "

He finally halted after pacing for.. 6 minutes. Give or take. Catching his composure last second before T. Vee manages to see more of.. Microphone.

" OKAY- okay. Im calm.. "

deeeeepppp breathsssssss....

" Im calm! "

Valk turns around to face T. Vee again.

" I don't think I need to repeat myself, yeah? "

The lighter tone was back again. His hands held behind his back.

Unfortunately for T. Vee, Valk has gone back to acting as his boss...

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" Morning! "

...

" Quite sorry to contact you on such a abrupt notice, Vee— butttt... "

" ..You haven't been causing any unnecessary mischief lately right? no I haven't heard about something, promiseeee.. im just checking. "

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“ morning to you too ! ! And nooooo. . . . I would neveerr ! Cmoonnn, you know me ! I'm too polite for such things. . . Just me being mee ! Teehee. . . ”

`T.Vee's digital face would have a tiny sweat glands in the corner that he'd quickly cover up with his hand. `

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" ... "

Microphone's eye would twitch..

" Are you sure? "

uh oh

" Because as one of your employers, it is quite important for me to keep tabs on the Inphernals I work closely with.. "

...

" Is your screen smudged? Why are you covering that spot up.. "

" No shame here if it is! I have a napkin to quickly wipe that smear off, if you just let me get abit closer to do that.. "

Valk quietly takes out said napkin. With an odd.. undiscernable look on his face.

Suddenly, your stomach feels like its about to fold on itself.

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' holy swords I'm done for. . '

`t.vee would think to himself before quickly waving valk away with his slightly sweaty hand.`

“ N-No! It's fineee. . . I just eehmm I eeuhhhh.. I- I SPILLED WATER ON MY CASING AND THE SCREEN GOT GLITCHED IN THAT SPECIFIC CORNER THAT I'M COVERING ! Yeah ! . . That. . Hahaha. . hah. . heh. . ”

`t.vee would feel his heartbeat quicken and his stomach churn with panic.`

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" ... "

Valk-... smiles! (???)

" Oh really? "

" Then you wouldn't mind letting me see that.. I could had sworn I didn't catch that before you covered that area, so allow me to take a second look! "

You make one wrong move and your done for.. anything I dont approve you'll be done for... /ref

Valk persists. Waving the napkin around like he was trying to cast a spell—

HE got closer nonetheless. Still with that 'odd look'- he's somehow progressively getting scarier despite not much has changed in the way he carried himself.

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“ no no It's like— super tiny ! — just— i-its fine Valk ! Truly fine !— WOAH ! —”

` t.vee would step back again, while still trying to seat away valk but make the fatal mistake of tripping on his cable cord like tail and falling on his back. And by natural instincts, moving his hand. No glitch.. Just digital sweat glands. `

“ OOMF !— ”

` t.vee would lay there, only now realizing he move his hand. `

'.... I'm gonna get butchered by a yellow mini travel sized toothbrush. . .`

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" ... "

Valk casually squats beside the panicking journalist.

Reaching his arm foward, to...

" ... "

Wipe! Wipe! Wipe!

...to clean T. Vee's screen.

" Honestly, you don't really hide it that well.. "

Valk tilted his head. His faux smile changed to a more neutral, but genuine expression.

" Cmon now.. out with it— did you, or did you not become too pushy again.. "

" You have abit of a problem of being nosey, yknow? could get both me and Dom in trouble. "

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`t.vee would stay silent for a few minutes before letting out a defeated sigh. `

“ uuurrghu. . . . . . okaayy. . . Maybe I got a BIT personal with the phighters a few days agoo. . . But who am I too blame ! ? I'm just a journalist ! It's literally my jobbbbbbuuuuhh. . . . . . ”

`t.vee would huff, his cable tail thumping against the floor. T.vee would try and swat away valks hand once more but failed miserably due to valks quick reflexes. `

“. . Why are you still wiping my screen ? Do I ACTUALLY have a smudge on my screen somewhere? — ”

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" ... "

Where on inpherno did he got these reflexes from? seriously— it's like trying to swat at a stubborn, unyielding mosquito.

" Im not blaming exactly blaming you but you gotta be CAREFUL... "

Valk sighed, continuing to wipe the TV screen like he was trying to clean a dirty window.

" Public press is no joke! they'll put the blame on me and Dom for your behavior.. "

When T. Vee questioned of why he kept wiping the screen.. Valk pauses.

" Yeah. There actually is. "

Microphone snickers briefly. His free hand held up to his mouth as if doing am purposely awful job at covering his amusement.. and his genuine smile.

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“ sorrryyy. . . . I'll. . Try, to not say too much personal things with the phighters. . try. ”

`t.vee's screen would display a saddened and slightly annoyed look before it'd quickly change to a look of playful teasing.`

“. . . Heeeyy. . . Are you smiling ? . . ”

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" ... "

CRACK!

...the way his expression changed so fast should be documented. Whiplash so evident, you could mentally imagine a screen crack vfx.

" No- no?! "

Valk QUICKLY stands back up, holding the napkin to his chest like some indiginified- PRINCESS.

" What makes you say that? hah- you frame it like its a rare, special moment if let's say, I WAS. (￢‿￢; ) "

Yeah I wonder why he's asking huh..

Valk covers his mouth properly with the napkin shortly afterwards.

IM NOT A DERE- TSUN, TSUN DERE!

Wait that technically counts as an indirect kiss. FCK- /JOKE

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“ cmooon. . . Don't lie like I just did nooow ! ”

`t.vee would sit up, his tail swishing back and forth in anticipation.`

“ whatchu hiding behind that napkin, hmm ? Tell meee. . . ”

'. . . Did he just indirectly kiss me? . . . Nono probably not. . but still. . . Huh. . .'

`and tiny tiny dust of blush would cover t.vees cheeks at the thought, but since it was so small and unnoticeable on his real face, his digital screen didn't mimick it.`

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" OKAYY- LETS GET BACK TO THE POINT- "

Valk proceeds to waste no time at all changing topics before T. Vee started getting ideas...

" -right right, DON'T get carried prying at 'phernals next time, 'kay? "

Valk composed himself, as he finally lowered the napkin from his mouth. Giving a non-serious, stern expression.

" You know the deal! "

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[ ✮ FLIPSIDE ✮ ]

" Where Dreams Take The Stage "

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" Sometimes, I realllyy want to go to an arcade spot— for old times sake! "

" My brother and I used to frequently visit it on the weekends PRE-tty often! under supervision of course- we were children, no one's gonna let a pair of newspawns just wander around aimlessly— "

" And hah- NOT to brag or anythingg but I always maxed out the tickets! i've played so often, I was just genuinely so cracked at em yknow? "

" I can always just buy a arcade machine and put it somewhere in my room, sure that would work.. "

" ... but it's not the same as going in-person, being surronded by neon lights, 'phernals habing fun and all! "

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RP Interactions allowed!

"Interesting."

Ghosdeeri wasn't one to ever miss a detail. She listened intently, watching the idol with curiosity. It was a bit of a mask, as she was simply here to catalog what was being said in this mock-up interview, but she listened with what looked to others as genuine curiosity.

At least, she hoped it did. She wasn't the best with expressions, with her actual mask being a pumpkin head. But, she did her best. The slight tilt of her head, hands atop her lap, staying still.

"Would this correlate to September 25th, 4:32pm, 14 years ago? You emptied the tickets out of ski-ball, being 3245 in total from previous usage from other newspawns. Quite the feat, I will admit."

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" ... "

Microphone... slowly turns around in suprise. Still holding his phone relatively close to his mouth, since instead of typing he was talking into the microphone function of his phone.

Which was why he said things outloud.

He did NOT expect a answer back from someone standing nearby.

" Uhhh.. how... do you know that? "

Now he's getting nervous... haha- who is this and WHY did they get really specific about a time that he could had sworn was only kept betweem him and his brother?

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"Apologies if I gave you a fright, Microphone."

She replied, tilting her head in the other direction. "I know many things, whether fortunately or not. Would you... prefer if I left? I ah..." She paused, pulling a postcard from her pocket. It was a decently popular one of Valk and Dom.

"Somebody I know has had this for... quite some time. She'd wanted it signed, and is often too scared to come out in public... or anywhere. So I figured I'd ask for a signature. I do understand if you would prefer to not sign it, the life of an idol is hard."

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" Oh!- "

Valk smiled.. alittle nervously– ahaha.

" Oh, no no, its no problem— can I see that real quick? "

He took out a pen that he had clipped to the v-shaped collar of his attire, while trying to offer a friendly smile.

" ... "

' seriously— HOW did they know that?? '

Valk thought nervously to himself, while his hand remained steady in forging his usual signature.

' did they know grand-dad in some capacity? that- was too specific to have been a lucky guess. '

" Thereee we go! "

Valk stood upright once he was done. Giving a curt nod and a small chuckle— of nervousness.

' Now come to think of it... '

He squinted abit through his shades.

' They do seem.. familiar. I feel like- ive met them before? '

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"Thank you."

With what appeared to be a grateful nod, she put the postcard in her pocket. It was in such a way that showed she did care for whoever this was for, as she didn't want to ruin it.

"Ah, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Ghosdeeri."

She... didn't do much. Didn't move much, didn't talk much. Her voice was odd. It was wrong, but right. The heart in the center of her chest pulsed absentmindedly, slow and calm. As it always did.

Why was she so familiar?

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" I.. see! "

" Nice to meet you Mx. Ghostdeeri! "

' Is it REALLY the first time ive met her though? '

Valk continued to ponder.

' Welll.. Grand-dad always had a bunch of 'phernals invited to attend the yearly New Years Eve Feast... maybeee... '

" Uh- Mx. Deeri! "

Here goes nothing...

Valk has decided to voice his thoughts outloud at the last minute when he initially just wanted to turn around and go about his day, looking at the tall 'Inphernal' with a tilt of his head.

" Have I.. seen you somewhere? "

...

" You see— you just.. look really familiar.. and- certain parts of my childhood, I don't really remember anymore. "

' Please dont let me look like a fool.. please dont- '

" ... "

Valk is praying to– whatever higher power out there, that he doesn't sound like he has lost his marbles.. asking a 'random stranger' such a direct question.

Then again, she did seem to know him, very.. deeply.

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". . ."

Her pupils creased, as though she was smiling.

"I'm surprised you remember me."

A chuckle. One unfit for her voice, omnipresent as always.

"Yes, your grandfather would bring you and your brother to my library sometimes. You would tell me of your days, your months together since I'd last seen you. And in return, I would tell you of my stories across my lifetime. It stopped when you were about 14. I'm sure you know what year that was."

The Scorch. The year Firebrand went missing, a very busy year for Ghosdeeri. She had to document hundreds of deaths, with charred gears being the only evidence of them ever being there.

"I am a watcher created by Ghostwalker. It was not uncommon for Swords to visit me and recount their greatest journeys, wanting to be immortalized even further."

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" Th- that was YOU?! "

It FINALLY clicked for Valk.

Valk's whole body languange changed. From unsure and wary.. to something akin to a giddy golden retriever with a squishy ball.

" NO WONDER YOU FELT SO FAMILIÆR!! "

It seems that even with the test of time, Valk hasn't changed that much fundamentally.. he always got squeaky and pitched when he was excited as a young, enthuastic Inphernal.

It infact, might have eased Ghosdeeri to know that traces of Microphone's old self.. is still in there.

" Im so- SO sorry for not recognizing you at first- haha– oh deitieshowlonghasitbeen?dudeitsbeensolong— "

Microphone started talking really fast. It was at this point that he would be incoherent if he was talking to a normal Inphernal...

...though not to Ghosdeeri. She's keeping up with every single word.

Microphone's small, golden yellow-bat wings started flapping with enthusiasm.. just to emphasize how happy he was.

And likely.. relieved too.

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Her amusement towards her nephew was visible, nodding along to each word said. At times, she'd make noises of acknowledgement, showing she was still listening.

Instead of the incredibly large library full of recounts of adventures that others have seen, these will go in her journal. She will recount these to noone, as that is what trustworthy inphernals do.

"...And what did you do after that?" She asked, tilting her head.

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" —wellwegetintocrazyshitallthetimesoafterIaccidentallylockedMegaphoneintothestagepropboxthatweweresupposedtouseassomethinglikesimiliartothosemagicianboxes— "

Microphone was truly in the moment.. it's like he forgot for a moment, that he could be spotted by a rabid fan any second now.

He was practically prancing around Ghosdeeri, making gestures for emphasis, sometimes pausing in his restless movement to make a dramatic proclaim as if he were presenting it to an audience bigger than one..

..but the difference is that it felt very authentic.

" —wetriedtogetoneofourstaffmemberstocarefullycutopenthebo- "

Microphone halts like a engine running out of gas.

Before he started sheepishly giggling to himself and tapping his two fingers together.

" —oh, uh, oops.. I- was about to go on a tangent.. again. How long did I talked for actually? "

And Valk finally remembers that he was an adult. He tries to regain his perceived 'loss of dignity' by brushing his attire and trying to act calm again.

There was a small, blush of embarrasment on his face. As he stares up at her, all 'prim and proper' again.

✮ ──────────╯

She huffed in amusement. "You needn't worry about professionalism with me, Microphone. I do not mind listening."

A pause.

"But you are allowed to do as you please. I enjoyed that story, actually. How did Megaphone react to being stuck? Did you manage to continue with the show whenever it happened?"

#// ooc: making new story stuff core (yes i just woke up.. my sleep schedule's flipped cries)#Valkyrie Helm #Microphone #CAMERAS ROLLING!#phighting #phighting rp blog #phighting rp #phighting roleplay #phighting roblox #phighting flipside #phighting crossroads

╭────────── ✮

" W-well— "

His wings were still quivering with excitement, even with him now holding himself back.

" –yeahhh he did NOT like that at all, I mean we DID managed to get him out, not without some well-deserved words directed at me though.... you know how it is! "

Valk's hands neatly folded back together again. His sheepish expression being replaced by a more thoughtful one.

He's thinking again..

...

After 3 minutes of seemingly composing himself, and perhaps contemplating of what to say.. Valk made direct eyecontact with Ghosdeeri once again.

" Mx. Deeri... "

He started again, and he didn't maintain eyecontact for long— as he turned his gaze to look around him instead.

" Has.. grand-dad ever left something in your library? "

Huh...

That's quite a specific question.

" Well— I know he could had left some personal accounts behind, but.. im- talking abit more.. personally than that? if.. that somehow makes sense. "

" ... I know he lost a shawl once, and if I.. remember it correctly- "

Valk had put a hand on the side of his forehead, tilting his head.

" —he thought he lost it in the library. And well, he kind of never had a chance to go back and check, because.. you know. "

Microphone earlier claimed that he couldn't remember certain parts of his childhood. Being with Ghosdeeri must have forced his mind to subconciously start jogging again.

By asking about Firebrand, it's clear how Microphone still felt about him.. despite evidentally, what Firebrand has done years ago.

✮ ──────────╯

[ ✮ FLIPSIDE ✮ ]

" Where Dreams Take The Stage "

╭────────── ✮

" Sometimes, I realllyy want to go to an arcade spot— for old times sake! "

" My brother and I used to frequently visit it on the weekends PRE-tty often! under supervision of course- we were children, no one's gonna let a pair of newspawns just wander around aimlessly— "

" And hah- NOT to brag or anythingg but I always maxed out the tickets! i've played so often, I was just genuinely so cracked at em yknow? "

" I can always just buy a arcade machine and put it somewhere in my room, sure that would work.. "

" ... but it's not the same as going in-person, being surronded by neon lights, 'phernals habing fun and all! "

✮ ──────────╯

RP Interactions allowed!

"Interesting."

Ghosdeeri wasn't one to ever miss a detail. She listened intently, watching the idol with curiosity. It was a bit of a mask, as she was simply here to catalog what was being said in this mock-up interview, but she listened with what looked to others as genuine curiosity.

At least, she hoped it did. She wasn't the best with expressions, with her actual mask being a pumpkin head. But, she did her best. The slight tilt of her head, hands atop her lap, staying still.

"Would this correlate to September 25th, 4:32pm, 14 years ago? You emptied the tickets out of ski-ball, being 3245 in total from previous usage from other newspawns. Quite the feat, I will admit."

╭────────── ✮

" ... "

Microphone... slowly turns around in suprise. Still holding his phone relatively close to his mouth, since instead of typing he was talking into the microphone function of his phone.

Which was why he said things outloud.

He did NOT expect a answer back from someone standing nearby.

" Uhhh.. how... do you know that? "

Now he's getting nervous... haha- who is this and WHY did they get really specific about a time that he could had sworn was only kept betweem him and his brother?

✮ ──────────╯

"Apologies if I gave you a fright, Microphone."

She replied, tilting her head in the other direction. "I know many things, whether fortunately or not. Would you... prefer if I left? I ah..." She paused, pulling a postcard from her pocket. It was a decently popular one of Valk and Dom.

"Somebody I know has had this for... quite some time. She'd wanted it signed, and is often too scared to come out in public... or anywhere. So I figured I'd ask for a signature. I do understand if you would prefer to not sign it, the life of an idol is hard."

╭────────── ✮

" Oh!- "

Valk smiled.. alittle nervously– ahaha.

" Oh, no no, its no problem— can I see that real quick? "

He took out a pen that he had clipped to the v-shaped collar of his attire, while trying to offer a friendly smile.

" ... "

' seriously— HOW did they know that?? '

Valk thought nervously to himself, while his hand remained steady in forging his usual signature.

' did they know grand-dad in some capacity? that- was too specific to have been a lucky guess. '

" Thereee we go! "

Valk stood upright once he was done. Giving a curt nod and a small chuckle— of nervousness.

' Now come to think of it... '

He squinted abit through his shades.

' They do seem.. familiar. I feel like- ive met them before? '

✮ ──────────╯

"Thank you."

With what appeared to be a grateful nod, she put the postcard in her pocket. It was in such a way that showed she did care for whoever this was for, as she didn't want to ruin it.

"Ah, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Ghosdeeri."

She... didn't do much. Didn't move much, didn't talk much. Her voice was odd. It was wrong, but right. The heart in the center of her chest pulsed absentmindedly, slow and calm. As it always did.

Why was she so familiar?

╭────────── ✮

" I.. see! "

" Nice to meet you Mx. Ghostdeeri! "

' Is it REALLY the first time ive met her though? '

Valk continued to ponder.

' Welll.. Grand-dad always had a bunch of 'phernals invited to attend the yearly New Years Eve Feast... maybeee... '

" Uh- Mx. Deeri! "

Here goes nothing...

Valk has decided to voice his thoughts outloud at the last minute when he initially just wanted to turn around and go about his day, looking at the tall 'Inphernal' with a tilt of his head.

" Have I.. seen you somewhere? "

...

" You see— you just.. look really familiar.. and- certain parts of my childhood, I don't really remember anymore. "

' Please dont let me look like a fool.. please dont- '

" ... "

Valk is praying to– whatever higher power out there, that he doesn't sound like he has lost his marbles.. asking a 'random stranger' such a direct question.

Then again, she did seem to know him, very.. deeply.

✮ ──────────╯

". . ."

Her pupils creased, as though she was smiling.

"I'm surprised you remember me."

A chuckle. One unfit for her voice, omnipresent as always.

"Yes, your grandfather would bring you and your brother to my library sometimes. You would tell me of your days, your months together since I'd last seen you. And in return, I would tell you of my stories across my lifetime. It stopped when you were about 14. I'm sure you know what year that was."

The Scorch. The year Firebrand went missing, a very busy year for Ghosdeeri. She had to document hundreds of deaths, with charred gears being the only evidence of them ever being there.

"I am a watcher created by Ghostwalker. It was not uncommon for Swords to visit me and recount their greatest journeys, wanting to be immortalized even further."

╭────────── ✮

" Th- that was YOU?! "

It FINALLY clicked for Valk.

Valk's whole body languange changed. From unsure and wary.. to something akin to a giddy golden retriever with a squishy ball.

" NO WONDER YOU FELT SO FAMILIÆR!! "

It seems that even with the test of time, Valk hasn't changed that much fundamentally.. he always got squeaky and pitched when he was excited as a young, enthuastic Inphernal.

It infact, might have eased Ghosdeeri to know that traces of Microphone's old self.. is still in there.

" Im so- SO sorry for not recognizing you at first- haha– oh deitieshowlonghasitbeen?dudeitsbeensolong— "

Microphone started talking really fast. It was at this point that he would be incoherent if he was talking to a normal Inphernal...

...though not to Ghosdeeri. She's keeping up with every single word.

Microphone's small, golden yellow-bat wings started flapping with enthusiasm.. just to emphasize how happy he was.

And likely.. relieved too.

✮ ──────────╯

Her amusement towards her nephew was visible, nodding along to each word said. At times, she'd make noises of acknowledgement, showing she was still listening.

Instead of the incredibly large library full of recounts of adventures that others have seen, these will go in her journal. She will recount these to noone, as that is what trustworthy inphernals do.

"...And what did you do after that?" She asked, tilting her head.

#// ooc: NOOO VALK GET BACK TO BEING JOY AND WHIMSY #Valkyrie Helm #Microphone #CAMERAS ROLLING!#phighting #phighting rp blog #phighting rp #phighting roleplay #phighting roblox #phighting flipside #phighting crossroads

╭────────── ✮

" —wellwegetintocrazyshitallthetimesoafterIaccidentallylockedMegaphoneintothestagepropboxthatweweresupposedtouseassomethinglikesimiliartothosemagicianboxes— "

Microphone was truly in the moment.. it's like he forgot for a moment, that he could be spotted by a rabid fan any second now.

He was practically prancing around Ghosdeeri, making gestures for emphasis, sometimes pausing in his restless movement to make a dramatic proclaim as if he were presenting it to an audience bigger than one..

..but the difference is that it felt very authentic.

" —wetriedtogetoneofourstaffmemberstocarefullycutopenthebo- "

Microphone halts like a engine running out of gas.

Before he started sheepishly giggling to himself and tapping his two fingers together.

" —oh, uh, oops.. I- was about to go on a tangent.. again. How long did I talked for actually? "

And Valk finally remembers that he was an adult. He tries to regain his perceived 'loss of dignity' by brushing his attire and trying to act calm again.

There was a small, blush of embarrasment on his face. As he stares up at her, all 'prim and proper' again.

✮ ──────────╯

[ ✮ FLIPSIDE ✮ ]

" Where Dreams Take The Stage "

╭────────── ✮

" Sometimes, I realllyy want to go to an arcade spot— for old times sake! "

" My brother and I used to frequently visit it on the weekends PRE-tty often! under supervision of course- we were children, no one's gonna let a pair of newspawns just wander around aimlessly— "

" And hah- NOT to brag or anythingg but I always maxed out the tickets! i've played so often, I was just genuinely so cracked at em yknow? "

" I can always just buy a arcade machine and put it somewhere in my room, sure that would work.. "

" ... but it's not the same as going in-person, being surronded by neon lights, 'phernals habing fun and all! "

✮ ──────────╯

RP Interactions allowed!

"Interesting."

Ghosdeeri wasn't one to ever miss a detail. She listened intently, watching the idol with curiosity. It was a bit of a mask, as she was simply here to catalog what was being said in this mock-up interview, but she listened with what looked to others as genuine curiosity.

At least, she hoped it did. She wasn't the best with expressions, with her actual mask being a pumpkin head. But, she did her best. The slight tilt of her head, hands atop her lap, staying still.

"Would this correlate to September 25th, 4:32pm, 14 years ago? You emptied the tickets out of ski-ball, being 3245 in total from previous usage from other newspawns. Quite the feat, I will admit."

╭────────── ✮

" ... "

Microphone... slowly turns around in suprise. Still holding his phone relatively close to his mouth, since instead of typing he was talking into the microphone function of his phone.

Which was why he said things outloud.

He did NOT expect a answer back from someone standing nearby.

" Uhhh.. how... do you know that? "

Now he's getting nervous... haha- who is this and WHY did they get really specific about a time that he could had sworn was only kept betweem him and his brother?

✮ ──────────╯

"Apologies if I gave you a fright, Microphone."

She replied, tilting her head in the other direction. "I know many things, whether fortunately or not. Would you... prefer if I left? I ah..." She paused, pulling a postcard from her pocket. It was a decently popular one of Valk and Dom.

"Somebody I know has had this for... quite some time. She'd wanted it signed, and is often too scared to come out in public... or anywhere. So I figured I'd ask for a signature. I do understand if you would prefer to not sign it, the life of an idol is hard."

╭────────── ✮

" Oh!- "

Valk smiled.. alittle nervously– ahaha.

" Oh, no no, its no problem— can I see that real quick? "

He took out a pen that he had clipped to the v-shaped collar of his attire, while trying to offer a friendly smile.

" ... "

' seriously— HOW did they know that?? '

Valk thought nervously to himself, while his hand remained steady in forging his usual signature.

' did they know grand-dad in some capacity? that- was too specific to have been a lucky guess. '

" Thereee we go! "

Valk stood upright once he was done. Giving a curt nod and a small chuckle— of nervousness.

' Now come to think of it... '

He squinted abit through his shades.

' They do seem.. familiar. I feel like- ive met them before? '

✮ ──────────╯

"Thank you."

With what appeared to be a grateful nod, she put the postcard in her pocket. It was in such a way that showed she did care for whoever this was for, as she didn't want to ruin it.

"Ah, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Ghosdeeri."

She... didn't do much. Didn't move much, didn't talk much. Her voice was odd. It was wrong, but right. The heart in the center of her chest pulsed absentmindedly, slow and calm. As it always did.

Why was she so familiar?

╭────────── ✮

" I.. see! "

" Nice to meet you Mx. Ghostdeeri! "

' Is it REALLY the first time ive met her though? '

Valk continued to ponder.

' Welll.. Grand-dad always had a bunch of 'phernals invited to attend the yearly New Years Eve Feast... maybeee... '

" Uh- Mx. Deeri! "

Here goes nothing...

Valk has decided to voice his thoughts outloud at the last minute when he initially just wanted to turn around and go about his day, looking at the tall 'Inphernal' with a tilt of his head.

" Have I.. seen you somewhere? "

...

" You see— you just.. look really familiar.. and- certain parts of my childhood, I don't really remember anymore. "

' Please dont let me look like a fool.. please dont- '

" ... "

Valk is praying to– whatever higher power out there, that he doesn't sound like he has lost his marbles.. asking a 'random stranger' such a direct question.

Then again, she did seem to know him, very.. deeply.

✮ ──────────╯

". . ."

Her pupils creased, as though she was smiling.

"I'm surprised you remember me."

A chuckle. One unfit for her voice, omnipresent as always.

"Yes, your grandfather would bring you and your brother to my library sometimes. You would tell me of your days, your months together since I'd last seen you. And in return, I would tell you of my stories across my lifetime. It stopped when you were about 14. I'm sure you know what year that was."

The Scorch. The year Firebrand went missing, a very busy year for Ghosdeeri. She had to document hundreds of deaths, with charred gears being the only evidence of them ever being there.

"I am a watcher created by Ghostwalker. It was not uncommon for Swords to visit me and recount their greatest journeys, wanting to be immortalized even further."

#// oc: awee Valk getting excited to see his 'strange auntie' again..#Valkyrie Helm #Microphone #CAMERAS ROLLING!#phighting #phighting rp blog #phighting rp #phighting roleplay #phighting roblox #phighting flipside #phighting crossroads

╭────────── ✮

" Th- that was YOU?! "

It FINALLY clicked for Valk.

Valk's whole body languange changed. From unsure and wary.. to something akin to a giddy golden retriever with a squishy ball.

" NO WONDER YOU FELT SO FAMILIÆR!! "

It seems that even with the test of time, Valk hasn't changed that much fundamentally.. he always got squeaky and pitched when he was excited as a young, enthuastic Inphernal.

It infact, might have eased Ghosdeeri to know that traces of Microphone's old self.. is still in there.

" Im so- SO sorry for not recognizing you at first- haha– oh deitieshowlonghasitbeen?dudeitsbeensolong— "

Microphone started talking really fast. It was at this point that he would be incoherent if he was talking to a normal Inphernal...

...though not to Ghosdeeri. She's keeping up with every single word.

Microphone's small, golden yellow-bat wings started flapping with enthusiasm.. just to emphasize how happy he was.

And likely.. relieved too.

✮ ──────────╯

[ ✮ FLIPSIDE ✮ ]

" Where Dreams Take The Stage "

╭────────── ✮

" Sometimes, I realllyy want to go to an arcade spot— for old times sake! "

" My brother and I used to frequently visit it on the weekends PRE-tty often! under supervision of course- we were children, no one's gonna let a pair of newspawns just wander around aimlessly— "

" And hah- NOT to brag or anythingg but I always maxed out the tickets! i've played so often, I was just genuinely so cracked at em yknow? "

" I can always just buy a arcade machine and put it somewhere in my room, sure that would work.. "

" ... but it's not the same as going in-person, being surronded by neon lights, 'phernals habing fun and all! "

✮ ──────────╯

RP Interactions allowed!

"Interesting."

Ghosdeeri wasn't one to ever miss a detail. She listened intently, watching the idol with curiosity. It was a bit of a mask, as she was simply here to catalog what was being said in this mock-up interview, but she listened with what looked to others as genuine curiosity.

At least, she hoped it did. She wasn't the best with expressions, with her actual mask being a pumpkin head. But, she did her best. The slight tilt of her head, hands atop her lap, staying still.

"Would this correlate to September 25th, 4:32pm, 14 years ago? You emptied the tickets out of ski-ball, being 3245 in total from previous usage from other newspawns. Quite the feat, I will admit."

╭────────── ✮

" ... "

Microphone... slowly turns around in suprise. Still holding his phone relatively close to his mouth, since instead of typing he was talking into the microphone function of his phone.

Which was why he said things outloud.

He did NOT expect a answer back from someone standing nearby.

" Uhhh.. how... do you know that? "

Now he's getting nervous... haha- who is this and WHY did they get really specific about a time that he could had sworn was only kept betweem him and his brother?

✮ ──────────╯

"Apologies if I gave you a fright, Microphone."

She replied, tilting her head in the other direction. "I know many things, whether fortunately or not. Would you... prefer if I left? I ah..." She paused, pulling a postcard from her pocket. It was a decently popular one of Valk and Dom.

"Somebody I know has had this for... quite some time. She'd wanted it signed, and is often too scared to come out in public... or anywhere. So I figured I'd ask for a signature. I do understand if you would prefer to not sign it, the life of an idol is hard."

╭────────── ✮

" Oh!- "

Valk smiled.. alittle nervously– ahaha.

" Oh, no no, its no problem— can I see that real quick? "

He took out a pen that he had clipped to the v-shaped collar of his attire, while trying to offer a friendly smile.

" ... "

' seriously— HOW did they know that?? '

Valk thought nervously to himself, while his hand remained steady in forging his usual signature.

' did they know grand-dad in some capacity? that- was too specific to have been a lucky guess. '

" Thereee we go! "

Valk stood upright once he was done. Giving a curt nod and a small chuckle— of nervousness.

' Now come to think of it... '

He squinted abit through his shades.

' They do seem.. familiar. I feel like- ive met them before? '

✮ ──────────╯

"Thank you."

With what appeared to be a grateful nod, she put the postcard in her pocket. It was in such a way that showed she did care for whoever this was for, as she didn't want to ruin it.

"Ah, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Ghosdeeri."

She... didn't do much. Didn't move much, didn't talk much. Her voice was odd. It was wrong, but right. The heart in the center of her chest pulsed absentmindedly, slow and calm. As it always did.

Why was she so familiar?

#Valkyrie Helm #Microphone #CAMERAS ROLLING!#phighting #phighting rp blog #phighting rp #phighting roleplay #phighting roblox #phighting crossroads #phighting flipside

╭────────── ✮

" I.. see! "

" Nice to meet you Mx. Ghostdeeri! "

' Is it REALLY the first time ive met her though? '

Valk continued to ponder.

' Welll.. Grand-dad always had a bunch of 'phernals invited to attend the yearly New Years Eve Feast... maybeee... '

" Uh- Mx. Deeri! "

Here goes nothing...

Valk has decided to voice his thoughts outloud at the last minute when he initially just wanted to turn around and go about his day, looking at the tall 'Inphernal' with a tilt of his head.

" Have I.. seen you somewhere? "

...

" You see— you just.. look really familiar.. and- certain parts of my childhood, I don't really remember anymore. "

' Please dont let me look like a fool.. please dont- '

" ... "

Valk is praying to– whatever higher power out there, that he doesn't sound like he has lost his marbles.. asking a 'random stranger' such a direct question.

Then again, she did seem to know him, very.. deeply.

✮ ──────────╯

[ ✮ FLIPSIDE ✮ ]

" Where Dreams Take The Stage "

╭────────── ✮

" Sometimes, I realllyy want to go to an arcade spot— for old times sake! "

" My brother and I used to frequently visit it on the weekends PRE-tty often! under supervision of course- we were children, no one's gonna let a pair of newspawns just wander around aimlessly— "

" And hah- NOT to brag or anythingg but I always maxed out the tickets! i've played so often, I was just genuinely so cracked at em yknow? "

" I can always just buy a arcade machine and put it somewhere in my room, sure that would work.. "

" ... but it's not the same as going in-person, being surronded by neon lights, 'phernals habing fun and all! "

✮ ──────────╯

RP Interactions allowed!

"Interesting."

Ghosdeeri wasn't one to ever miss a detail. She listened intently, watching the idol with curiosity. It was a bit of a mask, as she was simply here to catalog what was being said in this mock-up interview, but she listened with what looked to others as genuine curiosity.

At least, she hoped it did. She wasn't the best with expressions, with her actual mask being a pumpkin head. But, she did her best. The slight tilt of her head, hands atop her lap, staying still.

"Would this correlate to September 25th, 4:32pm, 14 years ago? You emptied the tickets out of ski-ball, being 3245 in total from previous usage from other newspawns. Quite the feat, I will admit."

╭────────── ✮

" ... "

Microphone... slowly turns around in suprise. Still holding his phone relatively close to his mouth, since instead of typing he was talking into the microphone function of his phone.

Which was why he said things outloud.

He did NOT expect a answer back from someone standing nearby.

" Uhhh.. how... do you know that? "

Now he's getting nervous... haha- who is this and WHY did they get really specific about a time that he could had sworn was only kept betweem him and his brother?

✮ ──────────╯

"Apologies if I gave you a fright, Microphone."

She replied, tilting her head in the other direction. "I know many things, whether fortunately or not. Would you... prefer if I left? I ah..." She paused, pulling a postcard from her pocket. It was a decently popular one of Valk and Dom.

"Somebody I know has had this for... quite some time. She'd wanted it signed, and is often too scared to come out in public... or anywhere. So I figured I'd ask for a signature. I do understand if you would prefer to not sign it, the life of an idol is hard."

#// ooc: ITS OKAYY! I improvised on the spot when i noticed there were words describing actions and stuff.. :3 #Valkyrie Helm #Microphone #CAMERAS ROLLING!#phighting #phighting rp blog #phighting rp #phighting roleplay #phighting roblox #phighting crossroads #phighting flipside

╭────────── ✮

" Oh!- "

Valk smiled.. alittle nervously– ahaha.

" Oh, no no, its no problem— can I see that real quick? "

He took out a pen that he had clipped to the v-shaped collar of his attire, while trying to offer a friendly smile.

" ... "

' seriously— HOW did they know that?? '

Valk thought nervously to himself, while his hand remained steady in forging his usual signature.

' did they know grand-dad in some capacity? that- was too specific to have been a lucky guess. '

" Thereee we go! "

Valk stood upright once he was done. Giving a curt nod and a small chuckle— of nervousness.

' Now come to think of it... '

He squinted abit through his shades.

' They do seem.. familiar. I feel like- ive met them before? '

✮ ──────────╯

╭────────── ✮

" Morning! "

...

" Quite sorry to contact you on such a abrupt notice, Vee— butttt... "

" ..You haven't been causing any unnecessary mischief lately right? no I haven't heard about something, promiseeee.. im just checking. "

✮ ──────────╯

“ morning to you too ! ! And nooooo. . . . I would neveerr ! Cmoonnn, you know me ! I'm too polite for such things. . . Just me being mee ! Teehee. . . ”

`T.Vee's digital face would have a tiny sweat glands in the corner that he'd quickly cover up with his hand. `

╭────────── ✮

" ... "

Microphone's eye would twitch..

" Are you sure? "

uh oh

" Because as one of your employers, it is quite important for me to keep tabs on the Inphernals I work closely with.. "

...

" Is your screen smudged? Why are you covering that spot up.. "

" No shame here if it is! I have a napkin to quickly wipe that smear off, if you just let me get abit closer to do that.. "

Valk quietly takes out said napkin. With an odd.. undiscernable look on his face.

Suddenly, your stomach feels like its about to fold on itself.

✮ ──────────╯

' holy swords I'm done for. . '

`t.vee would think to himself before quickly waving valk away with his slightly sweaty hand.`

“ N-No! It's fineee. . . I just eehmm I eeuhhhh.. I- I SPILLED WATER ON MY CASING AND THE SCREEN GOT GLITCHED IN THAT SPECIFIC CORNER THAT I'M COVERING ! Yeah ! . . That. . Hahaha. . hah. . heh. . ”

`t.vee would feel his heartbeat quicken and his stomach churn with panic.`

╭────────── ✮

" ... "

Valk-... smiles! (???)

" Oh really? "

" Then you wouldn't mind letting me see that.. I could had sworn I didn't catch that before you covered that area, so allow me to take a second look! "

You make one wrong move and your done for.. anything I dont approve you'll be done for... /ref

Valk persists. Waving the napkin around like he was trying to cast a spell—

HE got closer nonetheless. Still with that 'odd look'- he's somehow progressively getting scarier despite not much has changed in the way he carried himself.

✮ ──────────╯

“ no no It's like— super tiny ! — just— i-its fine Valk ! Truly fine !— WOAH ! —”

` t.vee would step back again, while still trying to seat away valk but make the fatal mistake of tripping on his cable cord like tail and falling on his back. And by natural instincts, moving his hand. No glitch.. Just digital sweat glands. `

“ OOMF !— ”

` t.vee would lay there, only now realizing he move his hand. `

'.... I'm gonna get butchered by a yellow mini travel sized toothbrush. . .`

╭────────── ✮

" ... "

Valk casually squats beside the panicking journalist.

Reaching his arm foward, to...

" ... "

Wipe! Wipe! Wipe!

...to clean T. Vee's screen.

" Honestly, you don't really hide it that well.. "

Valk tilted his head. His faux smile changed to a more neutral, but genuine expression.

" Cmon now.. out with it— did you, or did you not become too pushy again.. "

" You have abit of a problem of being nosey, yknow? could get both me and Dom in trouble. "

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`t.vee would stay silent for a few minutes before letting out a defeated sigh. `

“ uuurrghu. . . . . . okaayy. . . Maybe I got a BIT personal with the phighters a few days agoo. . . But who am I too blame ! ? I'm just a journalist ! It's literally my jobbbbbbuuuuhh. . . . . . ”

`t.vee would huff, his cable tail thumping against the floor. T.vee would try and swat away valks hand once more but failed miserably due to valks quick reflexes. `

“. . Why are you still wiping my screen ? Do I ACTUALLY have a smudge on my screen somewhere? — ”

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" ... "

Where on inpherno did he got these reflexes from? seriously— it's like trying to swat at a stubborn, unyielding mosquito.

" Im not blaming exactly blaming you but you gotta be CAREFUL... "

Valk sighed, continuing to wipe the TV screen like he was trying to clean a dirty window.

" Public press is no joke! they'll put the blame on me and Dom for your behavior.. "

When T. Vee questioned of why he kept wiping the screen.. Valk pauses.

" Yeah. There actually is. "

Microphone snickers briefly. His free hand held up to his mouth as if doing am purposely awful job at covering his amusement.. and his genuine smile.

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“ sorrryyy. . . . I'll. . Try, to not say too much personal things with the phighters. . try. ”

`t.vee's screen would display a saddened and slightly annoyed look before it'd quickly change to a look of playful teasing.`

“. . . Heeeyy. . . Are you smiling ? . . ”

#Valkyrie Helm #Microphone #CAMERAS ROLLING!#phighting #phighting rp blog #phighting rp #phighting roleplay #phighting roblox #phighting flipside #phighting crossroads

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" ... "

CRACK!

...the way his expression changed so fast should be documented. Whiplash so evident, you could mentally imagine a screen crack vfx.

" No- no?! "

Valk QUICKLY stands back up, holding the napkin to his chest like some indiginified- PRINCESS.

" What makes you say that? hah- you frame it like its a rare, special moment if let's say, I WAS. (￢‿￢; ) "

Yeah I wonder why he's asking huh..

Valk covers his mouth properly with the napkin shortly afterwards.

IM NOT A DERE- TSUN, TSUN DERE!

Wait that technically counts as an indirect kiss. FCK- /JOKE

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[ ✮ FLIPSIDE ✮ ]

" Where Dreams Take The Stage "

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" Sometimes, I realllyy want to go to an arcade spot— for old times sake! "

" My brother and I used to frequently visit it on the weekends PRE-tty often! under supervision of course- we were children, no one's gonna let a pair of newspawns just wander around aimlessly— "

" And hah- NOT to brag or anythingg but I always maxed out the tickets! i've played so often, I was just genuinely so cracked at em yknow? "

" I can always just buy a arcade machine and put it somewhere in my room, sure that would work.. "

" ... but it's not the same as going in-person, being surronded by neon lights, 'phernals habing fun and all! "

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RP Interactions allowed!

"Interesting."

Ghosdeeri wasn't one to ever miss a detail. She listened intently, watching the idol with curiosity. It was a bit of a mask, as she was simply here to catalog what was being said in this mock-up interview, but she listened with what looked to others as genuine curiosity.

At least, she hoped it did. She wasn't the best with expressions, with her actual mask being a pumpkin head. But, she did her best. The slight tilt of her head, hands atop her lap, staying still.

"Would this correlate to September 25th, 4:32pm, 14 years ago? You emptied the tickets out of ski-ball, being 3245 in total from previous usage from other newspawns. Quite the feat, I will admit."

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" ... "

Microphone... slowly turns around in suprise. Still holding his phone relatively close to his mouth, since instead of typing he was talking into the microphone function of his phone.

Which was why he said things outloud.

He did NOT expect a answer back from someone standing nearby.

" Uhhh.. how... do you know that? "

Now he's getting nervous... haha- who is this and WHY did they get really specific about a time that he could had sworn was only kept betweem him and his brother?

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throw these at t.vee

🍅🍅🍅

(He'll totally love it)

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" Nah uh??? "

" I'd be setting a bad example... no thank you- "

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#Valkyrie Helm #Microphone #FANMAIL?!#phighting #phighting rp blog #phighting rp #phighting roleplay #phighting roblox #phighting crossroads #phighting flipside

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" Morning! "

...

" Quite sorry to contact you on such a abrupt notice, Vee— butttt... "

" ..You haven't been causing any unnecessary mischief lately right? no I haven't heard about something, promiseeee.. im just checking. "

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“ morning to you too ! ! And nooooo. . . . I would neveerr ! Cmoonnn, you know me ! I'm too polite for such things. . . Just me being mee ! Teehee. . . ”

`T.Vee's digital face would have a tiny sweat glands in the corner that he'd quickly cover up with his hand. `

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" ... "

Microphone's eye would twitch..

" Are you sure? "

uh oh

" Because as one of your employers, it is quite important for me to keep tabs on the Inphernals I work closely with.. "

...

" Is your screen smudged? Why are you covering that spot up.. "

" No shame here if it is! I have a napkin to quickly wipe that smear off, if you just let me get abit closer to do that.. "

Valk quietly takes out said napkin. With an odd.. undiscernable look on his face.

Suddenly, your stomach feels like its about to fold on itself.

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' holy swords I'm done for. . '

`t.vee would think to himself before quickly waving valk away with his slightly sweaty hand.`

“ N-No! It's fineee. . . I just eehmm I eeuhhhh.. I- I SPILLED WATER ON MY CASING AND THE SCREEN GOT GLITCHED IN THAT SPECIFIC CORNER THAT I'M COVERING ! Yeah ! . . That. . Hahaha. . hah. . heh. . ”

`t.vee would feel his heartbeat quicken and his stomach churn with panic.`

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" ... "

Valk-... smiles! (???)

" Oh really? "

" Then you wouldn't mind letting me see that.. I could had sworn I didn't catch that before you covered that area, so allow me to take a second look! "

You make one wrong move and your done for.. anything I dont approve you'll be done for... /ref

Valk persists. Waving the napkin around like he was trying to cast a spell—

HE got closer nonetheless. Still with that 'odd look'- he's somehow progressively getting scarier despite not much has changed in the way he carried himself.

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“ no no It's like— super tiny ! — just— i-its fine Valk ! Truly fine !— WOAH ! —”

` t.vee would step back again, while still trying to seat away valk but make the fatal mistake of tripping on his cable cord like tail and falling on his back. And by natural instincts, moving his hand. No glitch.. Just digital sweat glands. `

“ OOMF !— ”

` t.vee would lay there, only now realizing he move his hand. `

'.... I'm gonna get butchered by a yellow mini travel sized toothbrush. . .`

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" ... "

Valk casually squats beside the panicking journalist.

Reaching his arm foward, to...

" ... "

Wipe! Wipe! Wipe!

...to clean T. Vee's screen.

" Honestly, you don't really hide it that well.. "

Valk tilted his head. His faux smile changed to a more neutral, but genuine expression.

" Cmon now.. out with it— did you, or did you not become too pushy again.. "

" You have abit of a problem of being nosey, yknow? could get both me and Dom in trouble. "

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`t.vee would stay silent for a few minutes before letting out a defeated sigh. `

“ uuurrghu. . . . . . okaayy. . . Maybe I got a BIT personal with the phighters a few days agoo. . . But who am I too blame ! ? I'm just a journalist ! It's literally my jobbbbbbuuuuhh. . . . . . ”

`t.vee would huff, his cable tail thumping against the floor. T.vee would try and swat away valks hand once more but failed miserably due to valks quick reflexes. `

“. . Why are you still wiping my screen ? Do I ACTUALLY have a smudge on my screen somewhere? — ”

#Valkyrie Helm #Microphone #CAMERAS ROLLING!#phighting #phighting rp blog #phighting rp #phighting roleplay #phighting roblox #phighting flipside #phighting crossroads

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" ... "

Where on inpherno did he got these reflexes from? seriously— it's like trying to swat at a stubborn, unyielding mosquito.

" Im not blaming exactly blaming you but you gotta be CAREFUL... "

Valk sighed, continuing to wipe the TV screen like he was trying to clean a dirty window.

" Public press is no joke! they'll put the blame on me and Dom for your behavior.. "

When T. Vee questioned of why he kept wiping the screen.. Valk pauses.

" Yeah. There actually is. "

Microphone snickers briefly. His free hand held up to his mouth as if doing am purposely awful job at covering his amusement.. and his genuine smile.

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" Morning! "

...

" Quite sorry to contact you on such a abrupt notice, Vee— butttt... "

" ..You haven't been causing any unnecessary mischief lately right? no I haven't heard about something, promiseeee.. im just checking. "

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“ morning to you too ! ! And nooooo. . . . I would neveerr ! Cmoonnn, you know me ! I'm too polite for such things. . . Just me being mee ! Teehee. . . ”

`T.Vee's digital face would have a tiny sweat glands in the corner that he'd quickly cover up with his hand. `

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" ... "

Microphone's eye would twitch..

" Are you sure? "

uh oh

" Because as one of your employers, it is quite important for me to keep tabs on the Inphernals I work closely with.. "

...

" Is your screen smudged? Why are you covering that spot up.. "

" No shame here if it is! I have a napkin to quickly wipe that smear off, if you just let me get abit closer to do that.. "

Valk quietly takes out said napkin. With an odd.. undiscernable look on his face.

Suddenly, your stomach feels like its about to fold on itself.

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' holy swords I'm done for. . '

`t.vee would think to himself before quickly waving valk away with his slightly sweaty hand.`

“ N-No! It's fineee. . . I just eehmm I eeuhhhh.. I- I SPILLED WATER ON MY CASING AND THE SCREEN GOT GLITCHED IN THAT SPECIFIC CORNER THAT I'M COVERING ! Yeah ! . . That. . Hahaha. . hah. . heh. . ”

`t.vee would feel his heartbeat quicken and his stomach churn with panic.`

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" ... "

Valk-... smiles! (???)

" Oh really? "

" Then you wouldn't mind letting me see that.. I could had sworn I didn't catch that before you covered that area, so allow me to take a second look! "

You make one wrong move and your done for.. anything I dont approve you'll be done for... /ref

Valk persists. Waving the napkin around like he was trying to cast a spell—

HE got closer nonetheless. Still with that 'odd look'- he's somehow progressively getting scarier despite not much has changed in the way he carried himself.

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“ no no It's like— super tiny ! — just— i-its fine Valk ! Truly fine !— WOAH ! —”

` t.vee would step back again, while still trying to seat away valk but make the fatal mistake of tripping on his cable cord like tail and falling on his back. And by natural instincts, moving his hand. No glitch.. Just digital sweat glands. `

“ OOMF !— ”

` t.vee would lay there, only now realizing he move his hand. `

'.... I'm gonna get butchered by a yellow mini travel sized toothbrush. . .`