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@three-caeracaprae-two-braincells
[OOC]
Hello hello!
Yet another askblog
Hhhh
Iris
She/They/It
5ā4
Sheās Got A Genetic Condition That Keeps Her From Growing Horns
Her Fur Is So Unhealthy-
Sheās The āRay Of Sunshineā
Unnamed
He/Him
5ā5
Heās Very Mean
Heās RUTHLESS Sometimes
He Is 0.5 Of The Braincells
Atlas
He/They
4ā6
Sweetest, Most Awkward Boy Youāll EVER Meet
He Gets Very Flustered Very Easily
Heās The Rest Of The Braincells
@three-caeracaprae-two-braincells (Unnamed + Atlas) | *Atlas hops off the motorcycle before Unnamed gets a chance to stop it, rushing over to Viper with medical supplies in hand.* Worst time for you to get stabbed, but. Yāknow.
A halfhearted shrug. Heād joke but. Ow. Knife.
*He searches through the entire BAG that he brought with him and puts on gloves.* Okay. Iām gonna take the knife out. Considering Unnamedās here, he can keep us safe while I treat your wound. Okay?
He nods. He knows how this goes. This isnāt his first stab wound, unfortunately.
Okay. *He pulls out the knife and immediately focuses on applying pressure to it.*
@three-caeracaprae-two-braincells (Unnamed + Atlas) | *Atlas hops off the motorcycle before Unnamed gets a chance to stop it, rushing over to Viper with medical supplies in hand.* Worst time for you to get stabbed, but. Yāknow.
A halfhearted shrug. Heād joke but. Ow. Knife.
*He searches through the entire BAG that he brought with him and puts on gloves.* Okay. Iām gonna take the knife out. Considering Unnamedās here, he can keep us safe while I treat your wound. Okay?
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
Well, it's good to know you decided to choose what felt right for yourself. I like you already.
*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*
Youāre so nice?
I treat everyone with kindness, unless they deserve otherwise.
*He gives Pistol the side-eye as he says this, before returning his gaze to Atlas, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and Randy*
Don't worry, you three are more than fine in my books.
Iām glad.
*Ć¾źź²ŠøĻ¤ smiles, her ears twitching.*
So, can everyone see you, or is it just a select few? Cause everyone can see Ayre, but I don't know if it's the same with other ghosts.
No, theyāre all just. Invisible to everyone. Youāre the first person Iāve met that can see them.
Really? Huh. Maybe it's because Ayre's haunting me?
Maybe!
*He shrugs.*
Well, regardless, it let me meet not only you, but Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, as well. So I think this is an overall win.
*Pistol opens his mouth to talk but then looks at Ayre and changes his mind.*
Iād say being able to meet you is a win too.
Mhm.
*He pats Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ on the head with a slight chuckle*
*Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ stares at him in shock while Randy just straight up hides in the floor.*
You can touch us?
I... Guess so? I never really thought about it, since I've always been able to touch Ayre. Also, I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable with that, Randy. I usually give headpats as a show of affection, but I know it might not be for everyone. Are you okay?
*They peek their head out of the floor with a little nod.* Iām just not used to physical contact.
Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Sorry for not asking beforehand.
Itās fineā¦
Thank you, Randy. You, uh... you need some help getting up?
*They shake their head, sinking back into the floor.*
Alright, just checking.
*He turns to Atlas*
So, are you with anyone else, or is it just you four?
Usually I bring Iris or Unnamed, but theyāre at home right now.
Roommates?
ā¦you could say that.
Would it be alright if I met them?
I donāt see why not! I gotta finish this job firstā¦
You are. Falling asleep. You can take a break.
You donāt have to call me outā¦
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
Well, it's good to know you decided to choose what felt right for yourself. I like you already.
*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*
Youāre so nice?
I treat everyone with kindness, unless they deserve otherwise.
*He gives Pistol the side-eye as he says this, before returning his gaze to Atlas, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and Randy*
Don't worry, you three are more than fine in my books.
Iām glad.
*Ć¾źź²ŠøĻ¤ smiles, her ears twitching.*
So, can everyone see you, or is it just a select few? Cause everyone can see Ayre, but I don't know if it's the same with other ghosts.
No, theyāre all just. Invisible to everyone. Youāre the first person Iāve met that can see them.
Really? Huh. Maybe it's because Ayre's haunting me?
Maybe!
*He shrugs.*
Well, regardless, it let me meet not only you, but Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, as well. So I think this is an overall win.
*Pistol opens his mouth to talk but then looks at Ayre and changes his mind.*
Iād say being able to meet you is a win too.
Mhm.
*He pats Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ on the head with a slight chuckle*
*Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ stares at him in shock while Randy just straight up hides in the floor.*
You can touch us?
I... Guess so? I never really thought about it, since I've always been able to touch Ayre. Also, I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable with that, Randy. I usually give headpats as a show of affection, but I know it might not be for everyone. Are you okay?
*They peek their head out of the floor with a little nod.* Iām just not used to physical contact.
Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Sorry for not asking beforehand.
Itās fineā¦
Thank you, Randy. You, uh... you need some help getting up?
*They shake their head, sinking back into the floor.*
Alright, just checking.
*He turns to Atlas*
So, are you with anyone else, or is it just you four?
Usually I bring Iris or Unnamed, but theyāre at home right now.
Roommates?
ā¦you could say that.
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
Well, it's good to know you decided to choose what felt right for yourself. I like you already.
*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*
Youāre so nice?
I treat everyone with kindness, unless they deserve otherwise.
*He gives Pistol the side-eye as he says this, before returning his gaze to Atlas, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and Randy*
Don't worry, you three are more than fine in my books.
Iām glad.
*Ć¾źź²ŠøĻ¤ smiles, her ears twitching.*
So, can everyone see you, or is it just a select few? Cause everyone can see Ayre, but I don't know if it's the same with other ghosts.
No, theyāre all just. Invisible to everyone. Youāre the first person Iāve met that can see them.
Really? Huh. Maybe it's because Ayre's haunting me?
Maybe!
*He shrugs.*
Well, regardless, it let me meet not only you, but Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, as well. So I think this is an overall win.
*Pistol opens his mouth to talk but then looks at Ayre and changes his mind.*
Iād say being able to meet you is a win too.
Mhm.
*He pats Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ on the head with a slight chuckle*
*Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ stares at him in shock while Randy just straight up hides in the floor.*
You can touch us?
I... Guess so? I never really thought about it, since I've always been able to touch Ayre. Also, I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable with that, Randy. I usually give headpats as a show of affection, but I know it might not be for everyone. Are you okay?
*They peek their head out of the floor with a little nod.* Iām just not used to physical contact.
Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Sorry for not asking beforehand.
Itās fineā¦
Thank you, Randy. You, uh... you need some help getting up?
*They shake their head, sinking back into the floor.*
Alright, just checking.
*He turns to Atlas*
So, are you with anyone else, or is it just you four?
Usually I bring Iris or Unnamed, but theyāre at home right now.
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
Well, it's good to know you decided to choose what felt right for yourself. I like you already.
*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*
Youāre so nice?
I treat everyone with kindness, unless they deserve otherwise.
*He gives Pistol the side-eye as he says this, before returning his gaze to Atlas, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and Randy*
Don't worry, you three are more than fine in my books.
Iām glad.
*Ć¾źź²ŠøĻ¤ smiles, her ears twitching.*
So, can everyone see you, or is it just a select few? Cause everyone can see Ayre, but I don't know if it's the same with other ghosts.
No, theyāre all just. Invisible to everyone. Youāre the first person Iāve met that can see them.
Really? Huh. Maybe it's because Ayre's haunting me?
Maybe!
*He shrugs.*
Well, regardless, it let me meet not only you, but Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, as well. So I think this is an overall win.
*Pistol opens his mouth to talk but then looks at Ayre and changes his mind.*
Iād say being able to meet you is a win too.
Mhm.
*He pats Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ on the head with a slight chuckle*
*Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ stares at him in shock while Randy just straight up hides in the floor.*
You can touch us?
I... Guess so? I never really thought about it, since I've always been able to touch Ayre. Also, I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable with that, Randy. I usually give headpats as a show of affection, but I know it might not be for everyone. Are you okay?
*They peek their head out of the floor with a little nod.* Iām just not used to physical contact.
Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Sorry for not asking beforehand.
Itās fineā¦
Thank you, Randy. You, uh... you need some help getting up?
*They shake their head, sinking back into the floor.*
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
Well, it's good to know you decided to choose what felt right for yourself. I like you already.
*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*
Youāre so nice?
I treat everyone with kindness, unless they deserve otherwise.
*He gives Pistol the side-eye as he says this, before returning his gaze to Atlas, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and Randy*
Don't worry, you three are more than fine in my books.
Iām glad.
*Ć¾źź²ŠøĻ¤ smiles, her ears twitching.*
So, can everyone see you, or is it just a select few? Cause everyone can see Ayre, but I don't know if it's the same with other ghosts.
No, theyāre all just. Invisible to everyone. Youāre the first person Iāve met that can see them.
Really? Huh. Maybe it's because Ayre's haunting me?
Maybe!
*He shrugs.*
Well, regardless, it let me meet not only you, but Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, as well. So I think this is an overall win.
*Pistol opens his mouth to talk but then looks at Ayre and changes his mind.*
Iād say being able to meet you is a win too.
Mhm.
*He pats Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ on the head with a slight chuckle*
*Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ stares at him in shock while Randy just straight up hides in the floor.*
You can touch us?
I... Guess so? I never really thought about it, since I've always been able to touch Ayre. Also, I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable with that, Randy. I usually give headpats as a show of affection, but I know it might not be for everyone. Are you okay?
*They peek their head out of the floor with a little nod.* Iām just not used to physical contact.
Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Sorry for not asking beforehand.
Itās fineā¦
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
Well, it's good to know you decided to choose what felt right for yourself. I like you already.
*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*
Youāre so nice?
I treat everyone with kindness, unless they deserve otherwise.
*He gives Pistol the side-eye as he says this, before returning his gaze to Atlas, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and Randy*
Don't worry, you three are more than fine in my books.
Iām glad.
*Ć¾źź²ŠøĻ¤ smiles, her ears twitching.*
So, can everyone see you, or is it just a select few? Cause everyone can see Ayre, but I don't know if it's the same with other ghosts.
No, theyāre all just. Invisible to everyone. Youāre the first person Iāve met that can see them.
Really? Huh. Maybe it's because Ayre's haunting me?
Maybe!
*He shrugs.*
Well, regardless, it let me meet not only you, but Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, as well. So I think this is an overall win.
*Pistol opens his mouth to talk but then looks at Ayre and changes his mind.*
Iād say being able to meet you is a win too.
Mhm.
*He pats Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ on the head with a slight chuckle*
*Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ stares at him in shock while Randy just straight up hides in the floor.*
You can touch us?
I... Guess so? I never really thought about it, since I've always been able to touch Ayre. Also, I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable with that, Randy. I usually give headpats as a show of affection, but I know it might not be for everyone. Are you okay?
*They peek their head out of the floor with a little nod.* Iām just not used to physical contact.
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
Well, it's good to know you decided to choose what felt right for yourself. I like you already.
*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*
Youāre so nice?
I treat everyone with kindness, unless they deserve otherwise.
*He gives Pistol the side-eye as he says this, before returning his gaze to Atlas, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and Randy*
Don't worry, you three are more than fine in my books.
Iām glad.
*Ć¾źź²ŠøĻ¤ smiles, her ears twitching.*
So, can everyone see you, or is it just a select few? Cause everyone can see Ayre, but I don't know if it's the same with other ghosts.
No, theyāre all just. Invisible to everyone. Youāre the first person Iāve met that can see them.
Really? Huh. Maybe it's because Ayre's haunting me?
Maybe!
*He shrugs.*
Well, regardless, it let me meet not only you, but Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, as well. So I think this is an overall win.
*Pistol opens his mouth to talk but then looks at Ayre and changes his mind.*
Iād say being able to meet you is a win too.
Mhm.
*He pats Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ on the head with a slight chuckle*
*Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤ stares at him in shock while Randy just straight up hides in the floor.*
You can touch us?
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
Well, it's good to know you decided to choose what felt right for yourself. I like you already.
*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*
Youāre so nice?
I treat everyone with kindness, unless they deserve otherwise.
*He gives Pistol the side-eye as he says this, before returning his gaze to Atlas, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and Randy*
Don't worry, you three are more than fine in my books.
Iām glad.
*Ć¾źź²ŠøĻ¤ smiles, her ears twitching.*
So, can everyone see you, or is it just a select few? Cause everyone can see Ayre, but I don't know if it's the same with other ghosts.
No, theyāre all just. Invisible to everyone. Youāre the first person Iāve met that can see them.
Really? Huh. Maybe it's because Ayre's haunting me?
Maybe!
*He shrugs.*
Well, regardless, it let me meet not only you, but Randy and Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, as well. So I think this is an overall win.
*Pistol opens his mouth to talk but then looks at Ayre and changes his mind.*
Iād say being able to meet you is a win too.
Mhm.
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
Well, it's good to know you decided to choose what felt right for yourself. I like you already.
*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*
Youāre so nice?
I treat everyone with kindness, unless they deserve otherwise.
*He gives Pistol the side-eye as he says this, before returning his gaze to Atlas, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and Randy*
Don't worry, you three are more than fine in my books.
Iām glad.
*Ć¾źź²ŠøĻ¤ smiles, her ears twitching.*
So, can everyone see you, or is it just a select few? Cause everyone can see Ayre, but I don't know if it's the same with other ghosts.
No, theyāre all just. Invisible to everyone. Youāre the first person Iāve met that can see them.
Really? Huh. Maybe it's because Ayre's haunting me?
Maybe!
*He shrugs.*
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
Well, it's good to know you decided to choose what felt right for yourself. I like you already.
*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*
Youāre so nice?
I treat everyone with kindness, unless they deserve otherwise.
*He gives Pistol the side-eye as he says this, before returning his gaze to Atlas, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and Randy*
Don't worry, you three are more than fine in my books.
Iām glad.
*Ć¾źź²ŠøĻ¤ smiles, her ears twitching.*
So, can everyone see you, or is it just a select few? Cause everyone can see Ayre, but I don't know if it's the same with other ghosts.
No, theyāre all just. Invisible to everyone. Youāre the first person Iāve met that can see them.
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
Well, it's good to know you decided to choose what felt right for yourself. I like you already.
*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*
Youāre so nice?
I treat everyone with kindness, unless they deserve otherwise.
*He gives Pistol the side-eye as he says this, before returning his gaze to Atlas, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and Randy*
Don't worry, you three are more than fine in my books.
Iām glad.
*Ć¾źź²ŠøĻ¤ smiles, her ears twitching.*
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
Well, it's good to know you decided to choose what felt right for yourself. I like you already.
*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*
Youāre so nice?
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
I'll be honest, I never expected to meet someone being haunted by so many ghosts, but it's honestly kinda cool. Also- That name? Atlas? Kickass.
Thank you! I chose it myself.
He did, I helped him.
*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*
| @ask-ayre-the-ghost
*He sighs softly.*
Okay, thatāsā¦ nineā¦
Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.
Oh- No, thank you. I was simply exploring the area. My friend Phoenix and I were exploring this area, as we have never been here before, and I have lost sight of him. My name is Ayre. Who might you be?
Atlas, spiritual guide.
An awful one at that.
*There is no clear source of the voice to the naked eye, but to ghosts andā¦ Atlasā¦ thereās three ghosts nearby. A caeracaprae that looks exactly like Atlas with a different eye color and a different horn shape, another caeracaprae with vibrant blue fur and Atlasās horn shape, and the last one is just. An elf.*
Be proud of your son for once!
Oh my gods, please be quiet. Iām sorry. Theyāre so loud.
*Her eyes narrow at the ghost that looks like Atlas*
Who is that one? He seems very punchable.
Thatās my dad. If I could, I would punch him.
Oh come on, donāt say that about your old man!
Shut the hell up, you know exactly what you did.
*Atlas shoots the ghost a glare, tail flicking.*
Cāmon, fatherās boy! Whatās wrong?
*Without a moment's hesitation, Ayre punches Atlas's father across the jaw. HARD. She may look small, but she can hit hard and fast*
Do not speak down to your son. He is doing his best, and that is all anyone can do. The fact that he is still here, while you are a ghost, says more than enough about how well you were liked by others. And I can tell your death was not brought about by natural causes. So leave your son alone, or I will strike again.
*He recoils, glaring at Ayre.* Hey!
He deserved that.
Shut up, bitch.
Can weā¦ not fight? *The elf gestures towards Atlas, who currently looks like heās on the verge of tears.*
Oh- I am sorry, little one. I shall try to refrain from fighting, even if a certain someone makes it difficult.
*She gently pats the elf on the head, smiling softly*
*Their ears twitch a little.* Uh. Thanks. *They donāt seem to know how to respond.*
No problem. What is your name, little one?
Randy.
*And the older two are fighting again. Verbally.*
Iām sorry, again, for those two. Theyāre my parents and they are SO loud.
It is good to meet you, Randy. And Atlas, do not apologise for someone who does not know when to SHUT UP!
*She shouts the last two words at Atlas's father*
Donāt tell me to shut up!
YOU ARE SO GODDAMN LUCKY I CANāT STAB YOU AGAIN.
OH COME ON, IāM NOT EVEN BEING THAT BAD!
Holy shit Iām going to send him to the underworldā¦ the moment I find that damn spellā¦
*Ayre punches him across the jaw again, this time covering Randy's eyes. She is shaking and breathing heavily with rage*
You... have done nothing... but belittle... and degrade... your son. So you... can either say something of value... or shut. Up. Do I make myself clear, Pistol?
Yes maāam.
Holy shit howād you- thatās his name-?
ā¦why are you covering my eyesā¦?
I am sorry, Randy, it was just something you said you did not like, so I made sure you would not see it.
*She then whispers to Atlas*
I will be honest, I just took a wild guess. I was not expecting to actually get it right.
Oh my gods he has. Never shut up so fast in his life.
Hopefully, he has learned his place. Or at the very least when to be quiet.
Thank you for shutting my ex husband up. Iām Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤. You said yours was Ayre, yes?
Yes, my name is Ayre. It is nice to meet you. I am assuming neither of you like Pistol?
No.
Yeah, heās an awful person.
I can see that. I am surprised you have not left him behind yet.
We canāt.
Why not?
Iām stuck with Atlas.
I want to keep an eye on my son. Pistolās just haunting him to be a dick.
*Ayre just. gives Pistol the death stare*
*Pistol narrows his eyes but stays quiet.*
Would you three like to meet my friend Phoenix? I am not asking you, Pistol, so remain quiet.
Thatād be lovely.
Sure, I donāt see why not.
Iām down.
*Giggling slightly, she motions for them to follow*
Very well, then. Follow me. Phoenix and I have organised a meeting spot for if we lose each other.
*All four of them follow, all eerily silent.*
*Phoenix, who is waiting at the meetup place, spots them and immediately flies over, hugging Ayre*
There you are! I was getting worried! Who are the people you brought here?
Oh! This is Atlas, Randy, Ć¾źoĢ¶ŠøĻ¤, and... Pistol.
*She says Pistol's name with a hint of disgust and resentment*
Woah. You do not like Pistol, huh?
No, not at all. I actually punched him. Twice.
Oh, nice! Anyway, it's great to meet you all! Except Pistol. I'm Phoenix, Ayre's friend.
Hey-
Shut. Anyway, itās nice to meet you too.
The pleasureās all mine.
*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at Ć¾źĆŠøĻ¤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*
Itās nice to meet you.
