What are your headcanons for Alma and Fiansissel's jobs? I'd love to hear someone else's perspective.
I feel like Alma could be a nurse, maybe promoted to a supervisor/managerial position in a hospital. Just something demure and soft. Late hospital nights and late detective nights are a reason Kamila is so independent at a young age.
I can imagine Sissel being an artist, who specialized in traditional mediums but saw career paths in graphic design, so she met Yomiel in the computer departments of college. She'd be the only pretty girl in the computer classes and he's the coolest guy and all the little nerds were appalled she originally kept saying no thanks to dates and rides in his sports car lol. She absolutely loves sketching and painting over anything else but will gladly make web design logos and icons for Yomj
But yeah I wanna no what other people think because no one talks about their careers?
Hi!
I gotta admit I don't have a solid headcanon for either of them, though I've thought about Alma more because Alma my beloved. I find I oscillate on her. At one point in an old fic... I don't remember which one and now I'm questioning if the detail actually made it in or was something unposted... but I had her working in or owning an independent book shop, which could also make for a fun connection with Emma because I do enjoy the headcanon of those two being friends a lot.
Her being in some kind of medical field is a funny thought given everything post-game. OR imagine if she was a vet XD. Have fun hiding that cat's situation from her until the truth is out.
I've also seen her in fashion design in the past and I could see that personally too.
I do tend to slide toward her being a small business owner of some kind or in a decently high position in whatever she's doing. Some kind of in-charge-ness. (and outright a queen in our Final Fantasy VI AU! :D)
FianSissel... I've thought of art for her too. It's funny what we gravitate toward with so little information. It's fun to think of a design and programming partnership for something between her and Yomiel, so yeah graphic design is a great thought for her too.
It’s that time again, a fresh injection of new art into the Ghost Trick fandom, a big old gift-a-thon, a melting pot of revitalising headcannons ;D It’s time for the @fyeahghosttrick Ghost Swap!!!
This year my giftee was @azurefishnets who wanted some fresh Alma content (damn right) and one of the prompts was the idea of Alma, Emma and Fian!Sissel having some kind of friendship post endgame.
The concept of Alma and Fian!Sissel being Emma’s BetaReaders was the perfect opportunity to get these three round a table. While there have been many concept of what Fian!Sissel I went my own way and drew my own inspired by bits of what I’ve seen from other artists. I like the idea of her having more unruly hair she has to keep back with a scarf.
Following the events of post-endgame Jowd is keen to maintain a friendship with Yomiel to help mend bridges and heal the wounds of the doomed timeline (and share custody of one immortal kitten). This naturally means an introduction to the original Sissel, Yomiel’s fiancé, and I imagine she and Alma getting on like a house on fire (‘our husbands have pointed guns at one another and no one died so that’s as good a reason to be friends as any’). In no time Emma has glided forcefully into the friendship like a ship in full sail and the trio is formed.
This scene takes place in Emma’s apartment. This is mainly so she doesn’t have to leave her typewriter, but partly because going to Alma’s means the high probability of a Cabanela making a surprise appearance. I imagine Fian!Sissel would still harbour some rightful mistrust of our beloved Whitecoat after what happened with Yomiel, even after Yoms served his rightful sentence. So being the angel of tact that she is Alma would insist they meet at Emma’s while the girls have a slumber party in the next room, which suits everyone! Alma is Emma’s manual spell checker, and Fian!Sissel is good for bouncing ideas and keeping Emma’s wild plans in check. Emma loves the company as she works her craft, even from her most firm critics!
Cat!Sissel naturally tags along with Alma because he’s a strong independent feline who does whatever he wants, and he promised Jowd he’d keep an eye on the ladies and girls. Plus he wants to listen in on the latest tale of debauchery that Emma is coming up with (because despite his and Jowd’s best efforts he STILL CAN’T READ).
Randomly generated myself a prompt of Spring and got a Yomiel drabble. Ghost Trick spoilers.
There were so many and they were so bright and cheerful. When Sissel came to join Yomiel at the window he could only grin at her as she looked curiously back.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Dandelions.”
She looked out the window at the yellow dotting their small patch of yard. “They’re nice?”
“They’re alive.” They were… not new, but they felt new, fresh again—another spark in another day. “Let’s go out.”
Sissel’s gaze slid to his abandoned computer then back to him. Her confusion gave way to a matching grin and she grabbed his hand. “Let’s go live.”
From his perch on the kitchen windowsill Sissel watched Alma at the stove, cooking breakfast. A growing stack of pancakes formed on a plate and bacon sizzled. A sun beam passed over Sissel and while he couldn’t feel it, he didn’t need to, to know it was going to be a pleasant day.
Still, pleasant days weren’t without their mishaps.
“Oh shoot—!” Alma exclaimed and froze in place as Sissel slipped into the ghost world.
Alma’s spatula teetered on the edge of the counter where she’d bumped it. A bounce to the faucet and from there the breadbox let him reach out and nudge the spatula back into place before flitting back to his body
The world slid into motion. Alma blinked at the sudden reversal of the spatula and smiled in Sissel’s direction. “Thank you.”
He chirped a meow in response and settled back into his comfortable loaf.
“I ought to make you my assistant chef,” Alma said lightly as she transferred the last of the pancakes to their plate.
“Who, Sissel?” Jowd wandered in, adjusting his tie.
“He did save this spatula from a terrible fate, after all,” Alma replied with a twitch of the said utensil before holding out the plate of pancakes to Jowd. “Be a dear and take these to the table, would you? And isn’t Kamila up yet?”
“She’s working on it.”
“She’s awfully sluggish this morning.”
“She got another idea for that science project,” Sissel supplied to Jowd. “She said she’d write it down and then she kept working on it. I don’t get it, but she seemed in pretty deep.”
“Sissel informs me her science project kept her up.”
Alma shook her head in exasperation, yet a glimmer of a smile hovered around her mouth. “That girl has gotten far too stubborn for her own good. I can’t imagine where she gets it from.”
The look she shot Jowd was pointed even as he raised an amused eyebrow in return. It seemed to Sissel that anything could come from two sources, after all.
“I’ll see how she’s getting on,” Alma said before leaving the room.
Jowd poured himself a mug of coffee and took the bacon Alma had left to the table as well. Sissel jumped down from the sill and followed to take his usual chair at the table.
“And what are your plans today?” Jowd asked after a sip of coffee.
“I thought I’d go with Alma while she shops and visit Yomiel later. Unless you need me at work.”
“Not unless you want to join meetings and find ways to help with paperwork.”
“Yeah, I think I’ll stick with Alma.”
Alma returned then with a yawning Kamila in tow.
“Morning, Sissy,” Kamila said, sitting next to him.
Sissel stretched and purred for her as they settled into their meal.
A bit of food seemed to revitalize Kamila and she chattered cheerfully about her ideas for her project and the upcoming science fair, and she’d like to go visit the Pigeon Man soon and so forth until they all finished.
Then Jowd was hugging Kamila and kissing Alma goodbye before he was out the door. Soon Alma chivied Kamila out as well who looked more alert now and waved a cheery bye. A few minor chores were done and soon she was stepping out, while Sissel’s soul settled into her hair ribbon.
As Alma strolled along, she passed by a fenced yard and a dog started barking loudly. Sissel spotted a ball nearby through the slats. If he hopped down to the pen in Alma’s purse, then he might be able to reach the ball as she passed it—sometimes he wished he had Missile’s reach. However, the plan worked. He bumped the ball sending it rolling and the dog bounded after it. Alma paused to watch the dog chase the ball and Sissel took advantage of her pause to zip back into her ribbon and give it a nudge to catch her attention. He was back.
“Maybe every dog needs a ghost cat for company,” Alma murmured as she continued on her way until their otherwise peaceful trip brought them to the grocery store.
Sissel remembered Yomiel coming home with food and toys for him. There hadn’t been much thought to give on it. His human sometimes left then came back with food hunted in his own way. The idea of a grocery store was alien. Now it was simply routine such as this morning.
The first time he had accompanied Alma on a simple shopping trip had been fascinating. So much food and so many items simply lined up, and so many different people in the aisles. And when one got all they wanted they lined up and took all that food out to put it on some kind of moving black counter, only to put it all in different containers. It had taken Jowd some time and amusement to explain it all that evening.
Even now Sissel still liked to people-watch and on occasion a trick was handy to nudge some out-of-reach item into a better position. And, while he couldn’t directly talk to Alma, they had their own ways of making each other’s acknowledgements known and she always seemed to enjoy his company.
Sometimes, like today, if she had a small load, she would also stop by a bakery—humans had so many places to put food—or pick up a coffee from the coffeeshop on the way home and stroll back, quietly telling him about different things they saw that he might not know. He knew a lot now these days thanks to those walks and their ‘talks’. So, now she often spoke to him of other things, like her plans for the day, or a project for work or stories from the family’s past before Sissel joined them.
Once they were back home and settled Sissel took his body back and padded over to the little side-table where their phone resided. Beside it rested a notepad. It had taken time to learn how to recognize each name and number listed there: Yomiel, police station, prison (no longer necessary), Jowd (office), Cabanela (office), Cabanela (home), Lynne, Kamila’s school, the Chicken Kitchen (it had started as Jowd’s joke, only to prove useful), the junkyard office… He waited until Alma caught up before he batted at Yomiel’s name.
Alma nodded. “Going for a visit? All right. Emma’s stopping by soon, so I’ll take your body to our room. Let me know when you’re back, okay?”
He flipped the page in response before switching to the ghost world and darting into the phone.
When Sissel arrived at the other end, Yomiel was working at his computer. His fingers tapped rapidly over the keys and Sissel waited for a pause before reaching out.
“Hello.”
Yomiel leaned back in his seat. “Sissel, it’s good to see you.”
“Are you busy?”
“It’s nothing that can’t wait.”
They talked for a short while before his fiancé entered. Sissel leaned against the door frame. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so still while you have work in front of you for so long.” She said teasingly.
“Sissel’s here.”
“Oh!” She looked about briefly before seeming to decide she might as well focus on Yomiel. “Hello, Sissel. It’s good of you to come visit, though it would be nice to see you in person again.”
“Jowd can bring me over. Why not call him sometime?”
“Maybe…”
Sissel didn’t think he’d need to be communicating through the ghost world to pick up that awkwardness. But why? He and Jowd had spent plenty of time together over the years.
“It’s not the same,” Yomiel said. “The cell… home now. It’s just…”
“He came when you got out.”
“I know. I never expected to see him again after the park. We’d go our separate ways, but he kept coming back and I figured maybe while I’m in there, there was something… right. I don’t know. It’s just weird.”
“Jowd’s a weird guy, but aren’t you overcomplicating things?”
“Heh, maybe. I’ll… try, okay?”
“We’ll see what we can do,” he then added out loud.
“Good!” Sissel said brightly. “And you’ll come to our wedding of course.”
“You will, won’t you?”
“Of course, my friend.” Even if he didn’t quite understand what exactly one was still, or what the real point of it was, but it was clearly something important to the pair.
Yomiel flashed a small grin. “You’ll see.” And, “He’s coming,” he added Sissel’s benefit. “Maybe it’ll start feeling real…”
“It’s as real as any of this.”
“That doesn’t always help,” Yomiel replied with a dry laugh. “It’s been a couple months now and I still sometimes think I’ll wake up in that cell or back in those other ten years. Not that I was sleeping then. Sometimes I envy you. Not… that, but you adjusted so quickly. Better than I ever could. Better than I did.”
“It’s easier than being a bodyless ghost. And I don’t have to think about food. I can jump to things I can’t reach. Humans just make thing complicated.”
“I guess we do. If only we could all be cats, huh?”
“I don’t know. You have hands. And thumbs.”
Yomiel snorted but looked and felt cheerier. They talked a while more, alternating between the real and ghost world to include his human namesake, before Sissel finally said his goodbyes for now and hopped back to the phone to return home.
By the time Sissel returned the family had all come back from work and school. His body was fetched and soon they sat down to dinner. Kamila briefly chatted about her day when prompted, but was clearly eager to bring up some of the ideas she’d been having instead. The meal passed cheerfully before Kamila scampered upstairs to put some of her plans to the test while Jowd and Alma cleaned up and settled in for a movie.
Sissel spent some time with them before joining Kamila—sometimes their taste in movies was incomprehensible to him. Kamila’s work was often incomprehensible too, but she was more than happy to explain things as she went and sometimes he could provide a little ghostly help.
And so another day wound to a close as the family went to bed. Sissel wandered the quiet house before slipping outside to sit on the porch rail and watch the night. There was always something of interest in the days before and the days to come and he was always ready to keep watching each thread of their patterns.
Off to a start here with some post-game Yomiel and fian!Sissel.
Of course I still have to do Ghost Trick (I will try for other things too).
Since these are attempted daily things, not really polished beyond a quick editing pass for stupid mistakes.
Yomiel shifted uneasily in the hospital bed and vaguely wondered if the cell waiting for him would be better or worse. It was the first day he really felt more awake and aware, but it was still hard to think. There was too much to think about while it was simultaneously hard to get a hold on anything.
He stared at the ceiling and tried to take stock of himself.
Past and present had warred with each other. The him that had only had normal days so recently and never felt pain like that. And the him that thought he’d never feel pain again, that he’d never feel anything again.
Killing the pain was too much at first. He couldn’t go back to anything resembling the numb state he’d been in for so long. But, in time he had to succumb. It was too close for comfort, but at least now he still felt a dull ache through his body. It was enough. He was grounded and present and alive.
A nurse stepped into the room. “There’s a young lady here to see you.”
Yomiel’s eyes widened as the woman entered.
“Sissel,” he breathed.
“Yomiel!” She hurried to the side of his bed. “They told me you were awake, but I almost couldn’t believe it.”
“You’re here,” he whispered.
“Of course! I’ve been coming as often as I can. I’m so happy you’re awake.”
He drank in the sight of her. Colour in her cheeks. Her eyes bright. She was here and alive and here, but…
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
Heat pricked at Yomiel’s eyes. Sissel brushed a gentle hand across his cheek, a cool contrast to the sudden warm trails running down his cheeks. He shivered. He was…
“Oh Yomiel. It’s going to be okay. We’ll work it out, okay?”
He was crying. When was the last time? It was so long ago and not so long at the same time. He reached up to take her hand. Still too cool. She should be warm. She was here, not the cold body he found alone on the floor.
“Sorry,” Sissel said with a small smile. “It’s cold today. I thought I might turn into an icicle before I got here.”
“I…” She’d completely misinterpreted him, but that was… that was fine. That was better. His fingers brushed against the band of metal around her finger and he stiffened. “You… you’re still wearing it?”
She stared at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“The ring…”
Her eyes widened. “What? Of course I am. Why…?”
“Sissel… I…” Gods what could he say? She died. He died. Everything was hell for ten excruciatingly long years. And now…
Six months. That’s all it would’ve taken to prove his innocence. If only he’d just waited. Six months versus ten years of torment? Six months versus… how long would it be now?
“I’m going away,” he muttered.
Sissel held his hand tighter. “I spoke with the detective. He told me… he told me about the girl, but he told me you saved her life.”
Yomiel looked away. That wasn’t everything. “I took her hostage,” he said.
If Sissel’s grip tightened any more he felt like he’d have to add a broken hand to his injuries.
“I know,” she said quietly. “He told me. He said he was going to help you, but…”
Yomiel’s attention snapped back to her. “He said that?” Why would he? He destroyed his family.
Sissel nodded. “He did. I know…” she sniffed. “I know we can’t be together right now, but I’ll wait Yomiel. For however long this takes, I’m here.”
“Sissel…”
“Besides,” Sissel said with a smile. It was wobbly, but suddenly the most beautiful thing Yomiel had ever seen. “It’ll give me time to plan our wedding. And I’ll visit and call as much as I can.”
The wedding… would she still want him if she knew everything? His throat felt tight and his tongue stuck.
“But for now,” Sissel continued, “I just want to be here. I’m so happy to see you. They… they said there was a good chance you might not make it at first. And, even when you stabilized… you were so still and, well, I’m just so happy you’re awake now.”
“I’m here,” he said. For now. He was here and he wouldn’t leave her again for as long as she wanted him.
Sissel finally released his hand, but only to bend over to kiss him. He stiffened. This was so familiar and unfamiliar at once. Terrifying and welcome.
“I love you,” Sissel murmured against his lips.
He slowly breathed out as he remembered breathing was a thing he had to do. Forget everything else. This was their bubble of time, right here, right now for as long as it lasted.
