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@starsandfangs
He raised a brow at that small outburst... But, he did have to think for a moment.
"I don't know when I stopped aging, but I can confidently say I haven't grown since I was twelve, I probably stopped aging closer to eighteen or nineteen?"
It was hard to tell with him—
"I just know I started to notice my friends were growing older while I seemed... frozen in time? ... It was after they died that I began looking for any trace of my Vlad... I was fully alone again. Honestly I think I'm closer to a thousand?"
"A thousand, right." Vlad said faintly. He had assumed Danny had acquired his space powers around 14 or a little bit after and was promptly locked in a timeless space bubble for an indeterminate amount of time. Somehow, in his mind, that made him young as when compared to having a thousand years of lived experience.
"I see. I foolishly thought I was the older one here. That's my error. You've seen much more of existence than I have." But it made sense with the way he seemed comfortable with his existence. "Then to further clarify, I had around 48 years of life and another five years like this. That... that's all."
"And, I, the student, becomes the teacher~"
He bowed with a silly grin before he tucked his staff away into the pocket dimension again.
"I will admit, I developed the portal ability I have before I became the Master of Space... I think it started to manifest slightly after I defeated Pariah? But never fully developed until my forties? I probably can't teach you that... That may just be a me thing."
It showed itself, just barely... He recalled it, during the fight... He caused Amity Park to flicker back into the human world for a moment before it was pulled back in by Pariah.
Vlad only retained one part of everything he had just said. "I am sorry, how old? I thought you were still fourteen!" Nothing hit you quite like the existence dread of thinking you were talking to someone younger than you and they were not.
"I mean, I get that you were in space a long time, but how old did you age to on earth? And why do you still look so young?"
"Ooh... Pretty... Huh— Oh!"
He opened a small 'portal' and shoved his hand into it... And he pulled out his own!
"I don't carry it— I kinda just leave it in a pocket dimension with all my other stuff."
He didn't really feel like he had to keep it on him, so he kept it where other ghosts couldn't get their hands on it.
"Maybe you can make things from stardust eventually!"
Vlad grinned when Danny pulled out his own star staff. They really were alike in so many ways. It was a good call, to be friends. Having someone who understood these kinds of things would be so nice.
"I would love to learn to make things from stardust. That sounds phenomenal. Maybe once I get more accustomed to my powers, you could show me how, if you don't mind." Of course there was nothing saying that their powers would work by the same rules.
But there was nothing saying that they couldn't either.
Danny snickered slightly before he nodded, holding out his own hand for a moment as stardust swirled together to form a staff...
"Like that? I've figured out how to make things, even before I took up the title... My obsession makes it easy for me, I guess— Can you do stuff like that?"
Space was Creation and Destruction...
"That... huh. No." That was an interesting power. "The closest I have ever had to that would be construct creation." Vlad held out his hand and formed a little pink star out of ecto energy, but then he let it dissolve. "But I don't think it's exactly the same."
"I was referring to this." He reached into his cape and pulled out a staff, similar to Clockwork's in design but with an orb on top. The orb looked like it was filled with dozens of little galaxies. "It's passed from space ghost to space ghost, since there's only ever one of us here at a time."
Oh, that made him grin— He nodded his head before he placed his hands on his hips.
"Can do! A pocket dimension with your name on it as a time out of you start losing it again!"
His head nodded again before he folded his arms over his chest, leaning over towards him with a small grin—
"I think I could easily kick your ass if I needed to still!"
Okay, that had him smiling. Not only did it give him hope for an actual friendship, but also if anyone could keep him in line, it would be someone with similar powers who wouldn't be afraid to put him in a corner if need be.
"You know, right now, you would be right. I couldn't throw an ectoblast to save my afterlife. When I d- when I got my powers, the space powers, I lost my access to all my other powers. Clockwork says they'll come back eventually. But for now I can punch and kick. Maybe also bonk people with the space stick if they really deserve it. So yes, you'd probably wipe the floor with me."
He pressed his hands together, a chirp like noise escaping before he tilted his head. A promise?
"I'm listening—"
Oh, he was excited... He finally had someone he could relate to again! He could talk space with him, as well! It made him feel happy, delightfully so.
"If I start to go off the deep end, like your Vlad did, just knock the crazy right out of me, if you please." Vlad said with a tired smile. "I'm fairly confident at this point that I would like to not make past mistakes. But being around others is where I seemed to go wrong last time. So, one space ghost to another, if I start to be a megalomaniac about things, just... I don't know. Put me on space time out. Throw me in a pocket or something until I simmer down. Does that sound okay?"
"I made friends with a lot of ghosts who also beat me into the ground several times."
His brow raised before he tilted his head to the side. There was a lot Vlad had done, both this one and his original... But— ...
He was lonely.
"We're alike in ways... I hated to admit it when I was younger... But, I can understand how you feel in some ways."
He straightened up—
"Both of our best friends killed us. My dad caused your half death, and Sam caused mine... If not for her, I never would have entered that portal. At times, I can honestly say I resented it. She forced me to be a hero when I didn't want to be one... At least I took that path. Every so often I see I could have easily became like you if I made different choices."
Vlad didn't know exactly how to articulate that he was worse. Yes most ghosts said hello with a fight, and if all they ever had done was fight then maybe he wouldn't be questioning this so much, but he made Daniel's life hell on more than one occasion.
But now, he was falling into that same trap of thinking that this was his Daniel when he was not. This Daniel had no history with him, aside from commonalities with his alternate.
And would it be so silly to have a friend who understood not only space, but what he used to be? If anyone, someone like him might understand how he was feeling now that he was fully dead.
He could have that kind of friendship, Daniel even wanted it. He did too. But he was wary of his own foolhardy tendency to go overboard with anything and everything.
He was reminded of what the stars had told him when they wanted to befriend him. Friends kept other friends in check.
And Daniel was correct, they were more similar than they were different.
"Okay, yes. I think I would like that. If you would also like it. I think it would be nice to have a friend like you. But you have to promise me something."
He fidgeted slightly before his ears gave a small flick. He knew it was probably just wishful thinking...
"I don't want to go back to being alone... Being the only one who knows what it feels like to be a Halfa..."
He spent so long alone—
"At the very least... Can we be friends?"
It wasn't like Vlad could teach him anything he didn't know now... But he wanted to be friends. Now that Vlad wasn't actively trying to torment him—
"You... want to be friends with me?" Vlad asked slowly to make sure Daniel knew what he was asking for. "You know I'm not your Vlad and I can never be him. But also I am an alternate version of him who can and has committed crimes very near to yours. It's all the drawback with no benefits."
Though that was selling himself a little short. "I suppose it would be nice to be on friendly terms with another space ghost though. There can only be one in this universe and having someone else who understands that would be nice."
"A pain in the butt, really— ... But I worried about him. He just kept doing crazier stuff, you know? ... I know sometimes I pushed it, antagonized him back..."
His brow furrowed before he shook his head. He didn't like to think about it... He respected Vlad, in a way... Had things been different from the start...
"If you just hadn't decided to try to kill Dad and marry Mom... I probably would have agreed, you know— ... I thought you were cool, An adult who finally looked at me and talked to me like a person instead of just another Fenton. Plus, you could have taught me how to control my powers!"
Vlad treated him well up until the confrontation and getting trapped in a box— He had no reason to hate him until then.
"Thinking about it, I feel like you were trying to do that sometimes. Teaching me in a round about way— You were always holding back... I could tell."
When Danny started referring to him directly like he was his own Vlad, he didn't directly call him on it. If he needed to vent, he would let him. It wasn't like he could discuss this with his own Vlad. "It sounds like we were similar in many respects. I can't speak to his actions, but I can say that I did pull my punches occasionally. I can also say that there is a fair amount of Monday morning quarterbacking I could do about my life an choices at this point. I may have spent a few months obsessing over it."
He considered Danny's point of view. That somehow, his Vlad was trying to teach him something by putting him through what any typical alternate of his did. It was a nice way to look at it, at least for Danny. To think that there had been a greater point to the cruelty. It wasn't something he could claim here, but it didn't mean it wasn't possible in his world. Many things could vary from one world to the next. "Maybe he was, he may have honestly wanted to teach you, but he was too twisted up in his own schemes to hold out an olive branch."
Then again... An alternate of him choosing peace is something he had yet to see beyond temporary truces.
"The Anti-Ghost material of the meteor... Well, like I said—"
He leaned over his soup slightly, stirring it with his spoon as a frown formed on his lips.
"Destroyed even his ghost... He really went off the deep end just before it, I wish I had been mature enough to see what I really needed to do back then— I can't change it. I won't change the timeline— I know I could... But I won't."
He scooped up some veggies and stuck it in his mouth before he chuckled faintly—
"As for your Danny— ... Well, I'm not sure. What's your relationship with him?"
"Ah yes, the meteor." He said, tone completely flat. He had to suppress a full body shudder at just the memory of that wretched thing. "It seems your Vlad and I had similar paths up until the... destruction. I managed to survive, but I won't pretend it was easy."
He gave him what he hoped was a comforting look. "You're right to keep the timeline as it is though. It's all so rarely tidy as humans think it is. Changing something that big would have repercussions, I'm sure."
He got another spoonful of soup as he mulled over how best to describe what kind of relationship the two of them had. "In a word? Antagonistic. I think he called me his arch enemy once or twice. You, know, like the super villains from cartoons. I suppose that could be considered a complement seeing as he went up ghosts remarkably stronger than myself but I know he didn't mean it as a complement. How about you and your Vlad? Was it different or rather the same?"
Not yet, unfortunately. If I have to listen to Seeker and his goons prattle on and on one more time I just may lose it—
I concur.
If I find anything that seems to repel them, I'll make sure to pass it on.
Oh god, those things—
I'll do anything to get out of a meeting with them—
Have you done anything that's actually worked?
I ask, willing and ready to take notes.
"It smells amazing—"
He picked up the bread and dipped it in the soup before he took a bite, which followed with a soft trill—
"That's delicious..."
He licked his lips before he looked at Vlad and smiled. This was all amazing...
"It's funny... You never realize how much you'll miss someone until they're gone for good."
"Yeah?" Vlad sat down. He dunked his bread in the hot soup and took a bite. "I suppose it isn't too bad." He was smiling though. To have anyone tell him he did anything well was welcome right now, to say the least.
His smile dropped however when Danny mentioned losing someone. "Yes. I suppose I will be privy to that, sooner or later. I'm sorry that you had to learn that lesson. Did you two fight? My Daniel and I did not get along... to put it mildly. I'll confess, I haven't really faced him since my return."
"Wouldn't suppose you have any tips for breaking the news that I'm-" Vlad waved a hand airily. "Not like him anymore, would you?"
Gasp.
Don't gasp me. I have to work with time now. I get to complain about it occasionally.
I know! It's so weird to feel the difference, some days time goes so fast but others it couldn't go by fast enough!
I am almost positive that time intentionally goes slower at specific times too. Such as any given time I'm having to listen to the observant go on and on.
I bet they do it on purpose.
"Exactly, I can do the prep work just fine—"
It's losing track of time that's the issue!
He pressed his hands together and moved to sit down, and he waited patiently for his bowl.
"I guess spending so much time in space, where Time just doesn't seem to exist, really screws with your sense of time."
"Hm, yes. That is an issue. If I were you, I would hold off on cooking anything complex until the flow of time becomes a little more concrete again. If it does. If it doesn't, well that's a bridge best crossed later."
He ladled out two bowls of soup and cut two thick slices of some sort of hearty grain bread off of a loaf sitting under a towel. He delivered a bowl of soup and a chunk of the bread to Danny, and sat down next to him at the table.
"Now, while I did make the soup, I can't take credit for the bread. That would be credited to a little marketplace near here. I just warmed it up."