( TDM | #5 )

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IMPORTANT: This TDM is something a little different -- it's a mix of 4th Wall shenanigans and test driving. Anyone and everyone is welcome to come and make this spooky experience even more creeptacular, and all threads are canon. Any weird happenings, magic shortages or flip-flopping for new characters will just be considered part of the strangeness of the night.

TDMs can be used for anyone interested in the game and/or testing out a new muse.

Test Drive samples are encouraged to be used for your application sample, though they are NOT a requirement.

Feel free to use one prompt, multiple prompts or make up your own!

These threads can be considered game canon upon game opening if you so choose.

Telepathy and magic can be used at any point in time on the TDM, from Prompt A to your wildcard prompt. A specific prompt exists, however, that makes sure all characters have an equal chance to use this mechanic within the TDM. You're encouraged to have characters use telepathy and their magic accidentally or even purposefully on any TDM prompt.

If you aren't set on your character's power yet or want to try out a few, you're still able to use the test drive. Maybe your character is a late bloomer and hasn't fully unlocked their intuitive drive yet. In the case of multiple powers, only prompts that contain the power you choose for your application will count as potential game canon threads.

While only one character can be apped or reserved during a cycle, feel free to post with more than one character if you like! This is for those who are uncertain of their first choice or who would like to try out different characters within the setting.

IMPORTANT: This world is low-frequency. No canon powers or abilities are allowed! Also check out the setting information for more info about what the hub island looks like and what can be found there.

The foreign moon has come as close to the hub island as it possibly can, and the nocturnal deer aren't the only things acting up at this point. Those with intact spiritual intuition or with the power of emotional understanding will have felt the heaviness in the air, and as the days have dragged on that thickness has only intensified. Tonight that thickness might be explained by the heavy fog that's settled in on the island. However, that doesn't mean it's all that's making the night unsettling. All across the island, spirits are taking shape. They're humanoid in nature and completely devoid of sound -- like holographic projections with the audio broken. They flashstep around at times, and other instances they'll walk around like a normal person. Their mouths move and yet no sound escapes. They tangibility is as erratic as their movements. In one moment they have control over their solid mass, despite being translucent, but other times they can walk through walls or pass right through flesh. Their clothes are indicative of a somewhat modern time period, and sometimes they're indistinguishable from other coven members outside of their blue, sepia-toned hue. Another inconsistency is that their demeanor and actions are as varied as any modern society's. Some of these spirits are confused and angry. Some are trying to go about life as best they can. One might be able to pick up a sword and swing it, while another might want to braid your hair. Ages, strengths, dispositions...they match the state of the person as they once were. But where do new, potential coven members come into this equation. A ▢ Some "new coven members" will come to the island as they are. That's your choice. Others, however, are also affected by the bizarreness of the moonlight. Unlike other spirits, characters affected by the moon will be able to talk, but everything else will match their new spirit friends -- from translucence to physical inconsistency. B ▢ No matter whether your character is spirit-y or 100% as they were, the spirits in question are still going to interact with them. For this prompt, they've run into a kind spirit. Whether this is a child spirit tying to round them up into a game of tag or an adult spirit who is trying to communicate with them in some way, this spirit will be neutral or welcoming to their presence, as well as to the presence of other coven members. C ▢ Other spirits may not be so friendly. While their demeanor will mirror the type of person they were when they were alive, the spirits run on very simple and exaggerated emotions. A person with a gruff demeanor in their life will exist as an aggravated spirit. A person with violent tendencies when alive will exhibit as a malevolent ghost. This is the type of spirit you happen to have encountered. How will this interaction turn out?

Brie's been pretty busy trying to fix the wild boar problem that the island has been having, which the results? It's hard to tell if they're paying off, yet. She's somehow smuggled out some Elto bones and tried to use them as something of an electric fence system around the boar-dense areas. The boars who are alive seem to be reacting well! Others, however, are not. D ▢ Dead boars are now waking up around the island, somehow affected by a combination of magic and the moon's spiritual awakening. Some are a little more like their alive cousins -- undead flesh still pretty much in place. Others are totally skeletal, roaming around and thrusting their tusks anywhere they please. E ▢ These boars and spirits happen to be attracted to several shrines located on the island. While the religious affiliations of these shrines are unknown and vastly differ from one another, the spirits seem to be drawn towards them. If your character happens to be exploring the island and finds one of these unique locations...good luck with that hoard of spirits and/or boar zombies. F ▢ Boar zombie tusks should be avoided at all costs, but there's also another threat they pose: their bite. Instead of turning characters into the undead, their bites or their saliva results in something of an instant poisoning. Characters touched by their mouths will die temporarily, just without the whole gaudy spectacle of death. Everything will stay exactly as normal, except they too will be turned spirited. This counts for new characters and old characters -- so if you don't want your character to go ghost, you should avoid their gnashing teeth at all costs.

Despite the creepy air the island holds right now, let's say you want to do something...normal. No boars, no spirits. Just some good ol' fashioned test driving. You have a few options, though they still may be tinged with the spirit of...spirits. G ▢ Despite the moon causing a lot of craziness on the island, there's a lot of beauty in how close it is. You can't reach out and touch it -- everyone would be dead and frozen to death, let's be honest -- but it does cast a lovely cool glow on the entirety of the island. The moonflowers are in full bloom, with the nocturnal deer dancing around through the foliage. There's a lot to see on the island that isn't necessarily overrun by spooky spirits. H ▢ There's also the issue of NPCs preparing for new characters -- which they did! There's the beginning of a welcome party set up, though it's obviously abandoned. With all the craziness going on, the base camp is thrown into chaos. If your character makes it here from wherever they spawned (or if they spawned here in the first place), they may be confused by the chaos. Asking questions might be good, especially since there's still so many to ask outside of dead people suddenly coming back from the grave. I ▢ Wildcard prompt. Go nuts and utilize your own creativity within the setting. This can mean striking out on your own or utilizing a certain location in a different way. The world is your oyster!

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TEST DRIVE QUESTIONS

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Want to know how your character's magic, new or old, will affect the spirits or the boars? Ask away!

[lunala]

How will Moon's Pokemon's attacks affect the spirits/boars? Especially relevant for Nebby the Lunala and Mimi the Mimikyu, both of whom are ghost types themselves.

Elizabeth | Persona 3 (Post-Ultimax) | D

[mindandmatter]

Velvet, oh velvet...

[ It's already quite a spooky night. The light of the moon shines down on a blue-clothed woman, perched on a treestump and singing a haunting tune to herself.

My master has a loooong nose...

[ ... Well, sort of haunting.

Unfortunately, her singing has attracted a collective of those undead boars. Several of them are circling her, and she seems unawares. So many skeletal tusks, gleaming in that lunar glow. ]

Vel-- Oh, my. Have you come to listen to my song? That's very complex. ... Complex? Compatible? ... Complimentary! There we go.

[ The boars, unfortunately, don't seem to be interested in her song, and one of them charges towards her--

At which point she grabs it by the tusks to slow it, wraps her arms around its belly, and performs a picture-perfect German suplex on it. It doesn't get back up.

She dusts herself off and seems to notice the situation she's in for the first time. The other boars are... concerned, but not backing away. ]

Dear, and me without my Personas... Velvet, oh velvet, I'm being mobbed by boars...

[ Please prevent Elizabeth from dying. ]

[witchwithoutacause]

[ This voice, certainly, has a haunting quality to it - regardless of the lyrics about long-nosed weirdos. Amanda's new and wandering around on edge, and she ends up sort of swept up in the flow, following these ghostkids towards someone who seems... comfortable.

That could mean that she's some kind of necromancer controlling all of this, in which case Amanda's going to have to clobber her, but maybe she's just chill? Standing off to the side, she watches as a boar goes for her - ]

H-hey lady!

[ Oh, wait, no, she just. Suplexed it. To death. Double death. Whatever you call it when you take a zombie out. The hand not carrying a broom drops to her side for a moment, as the woman resumes her odd song, at least until she notices that her yelling got the boars to look at her. ]

I... think we're in trouble.

cinnabar • houseki no kuni

[sulfide]

a;
( One of the spirits...maybe a newbie? Is a very odd sight to behold. His white skin is essentially the same in his new, blue shade, but his red hair is now a deep, sky-night colour.

Perhaps Cinnabar looks the most spirit-like because of his slow and sulking demeanor, hair often hanging in front of his face like some Japanese horror movie ghost. However, there's quite a beautiful lake of ephemeral liquid pooling around him, tinged blue because of his new ghostly state.

He's emo enough to not care about apparently being dead, but he thought it would be more..shatter-y, not blue-y. )

c;
( An unfriendly spirit has decided to pick a fight with Cinnabar in the forest, though the scene is...somewhat laughable. It charges at Cinnabar, slipping right through him. That's great and all, but that also means his own charges aren't really working either.

Normally he hates fighting, but like...this is frustrating as fuck, WHY ISN'T HE WORKING!!!! )

h;
( After things calm down and his red colouring returns to his hair, Cinnabar suddenly feels a bit more vulnerable. He's solid again, and his silvery mercury is back in full force.

There are so many humans around, though humans are a mysterious concept to him. They aren't moon people or those snail slug people Phos was always going on about. They're...different. Like him, but not.

You don't know that, though. It may explain why there's a 5' foot tall gem person staring at you from afar, trying to observe your every detail while attempting to remain covert in his obvious ogling. )

c;

[splinten]

[There's a moment of silence.

Then:]

I have to record this for Youtube.

[There is no Youtube. Yet, dutifully, Dirk turns on the recording function on his shades, so that this may be captured for future generations.]

sakura matou | fate/stay night

[springful]

a. please notice her even if you're not her senpai

[It's hard to describe just how absolutely miserable this is for Sakura. She has no idea where she is, there's no sign of neither Shirou nor Rider, and she's a ghost. Given that she's already scarily good at making herself to be unremarkable and easily ignored in a crowd, this almost feels like a joke, but of course the moment she really could use some help from someone, she can barely get herself noticed. Aside from some of the other ghosts anyways. They're not exactly helpful when they can't even talk though.

So don't be too alarmed when the disembodied voice calls out to you, although she sounds frustrated and upset. Hopefully you don't mistake her for one of the violent spirits.]

Hello? Can you see me? [She even tries to reach out and tap you on the shoulder, but then OH GOD OF COURSE THAT'S WHEN SHE GOES TRANSLUCENT AGAIN AND HER HAND JUST GOES RIGHT THROUGH THE SHOULDER, WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO HER!!]

d. not the kind of pet anyone wants

[Having trouble with these undead boars? Trying desperately not get yourself impaled on a set of tusks or turned into a ghost? Who isn't here at this point, but just when it looks like this might be the end for you, there's a purple-haired girl grabbing you by the hand and dragging you into running.]

Over here, quickly! [Although it looks like she's just leading you to a shadowed area, and the boar's still hot on your trail. That's when, still gripping your hand, she just.

Jumps into the shadow.

It's even darker than the night outside, but at least you're safe??]

Um... We should be able to leave here soon enough. I don't think it'll stay here long. [At least she recognizes how weird this is.]

i. wildcard

[OR HIT ME UP WITH ANYTHING, you can reach me via PM or at ghostory if you'd like to plot something!]

a!!!!

[cybele]

[ you'd think with all the hilarious (and some not so much) shenanigans going on at chaldea that medusa would be used to all of this futzing around. and, well, she is, more or less, but that laid back ""chill"" that comes from thinking everything is a pain in the ass flies right out the window when she hears sakura's voice.

her own body is solid, and she feels drained of all the things that made her a heroic spirit, so medusa can't go flying to her side like a true servant would. she can, however, walk right up behind sakura and stand there quietly.

of course, her outfit makes her stand out more than anything else about her, save for her hair. without her blindfold she doesn't look nearly as intimidating, but she'll wait for sakura to turn around before she'll say anything. ]

Miu Hinasaki | Fatal Frame V

[blackwaterchild]

[B]

[It's a good thing she's sort of used to this kind of thing, but damn if she doesn't wish she had the camera obscura to get these ghosts away from her. She's manifested completely normally, thankfully because otherwise she would've had a few choice words about this.

A ghost kid runs up to her and tugs on her arm, But Miu yanks her arm away and tries to wave it off] Go away! Leave me alone already! I'm not playing any games!

[She turns away, but it latches onto her arm again and catches her off-balance, making her stumble forwards to hit the ground.

Ffs, let her live...!]

[D]

[Miu's seen a lot of strange things in her life, okay, but this? This takes the cake. She stares in open bafflement as she watches a few boar roaming about, flesh half-missing, but really starts at the skeletal ones just. Wandering off.]

That's...A walking skeleton, isn't it? But how is it-- That's not how... [That's not how bodies work?? She turns to whoever's near her with an expression like, 'you're seeing this shit too, right?']

[E]

[This is what she gets for being nosy and wanting to explore, isn't it. You might have stumbled across the sea of zombie boars too, and Miu... Well, she can't just leave you to your possible fate here. Especially not when one of them takes notice and starts to charge what the fuck.]

Hey--! [She moves without thinking and grabs your character by the arm, thrusting her hand out in a warding gesture. There's a flash of light and the boar bounces off of the invisible shield that's appeared at her gesture.

Miu sends her hand a shocked and slightly irritated look, before shaking her head and getting back to the matter at, er, hand. She pulls on your arm]

Let's get out of here before it recovers!

chloe price | life is strange

[anarchial]

b; always said i was a good kid

[ chloe's got her hands in her pockets, and she's looking around the field with vague interest. she... looks pretty okay? for the most part. doesn't seem to realize she's not supposed to be here or anything, at least. almost looks like she's at peace.

she spots you and pulls one hand out of her jeans to wave in a lazy sort of greeting. ] Seen a kid with a trick or treat bag around? I think I lost my gamemate. For tag.

[ help a homie out. who even knew chloe had the patience for kids? ]

e; always said i had a way with words

[ to be honest, she's not particularly religious. she supposes she should be? chloe doesn't know. she's wandered here mostly because... she has nothing better to do. she walks between pillars, inspects statues she doesn't recognize. she doesn't care if she should or shouldn't touch. she does what she wants.

at the sound of steps behind, chloe spins around, and ] Shit. Sorry, I, uh. I'll go? Leave you to your uh, spiritual... business.

[ she looks like a kid caught in her parentss' bedroom. ]

h; never knew i could be speechless

[ chloe's found her way to the camp and mostly just looks.... like she's missing something. she walks over to a table, takes in the sight of... everything. she looks forlorn in a way, like she's taking in the last sight of a place she held dear. she doesn't, of course, have a single fucking clue what's going on, but she gets the feeling this is where she's supposed to be. maybe max, after all... ]

So, like, is this where the dead congregate for their last meal or...

Because I was kind of hoping for some, um. Eggs and bacon.

[ reminds her of home. she doesn't seem to be talking to anyone in particular and looks down after a moment, her voice trailing off. ]

wildcard; don't know how i'll ever break this curse

[ you can pm me or send me a message on plurk at walpurgisnacht if you want to hash out a personalized starter! or come up with your own, hit me with your best shot :3c ]

h

[potentite]

[Odd question to ask but then again, there are literally ghosts around so maybe she means that? Just because he died doesn't mean he's just going to assume that of others. That would be rude.]

Oh, um, the ghosts don't eat I think? It would go through their stomachs like in Ghostbusters.

Vanitas | Kingdom Hearts

[akirameru]

b. science!

[he is nothing if not adaptable — that's something that comes with the territory when, even though you exist for one sole purpose, you're given a fairly wide berth in how exactly you reach that purpose. an endless number of possibilities. all roads in Orlando lead to Disney World eventually. something like that.]

[having no Keyblade or the assistance of the Unversed to help him suss out his surroundings is obnoxious beyond compare, but far be it from Vanitas to actually express that. besides, if he's going to be stuck with whatever this new magic is, learning to use it to his advantage makes a lot more sense than throwing a fit.]

[so there's a kid with stark black hair, and equally bright yellow eyes, wearing a nondescript shirt and jeans (can't access weird darkness bodysuits here, either, after all), and standing next to a ghost kid. maybe the kid who isn't a ghost here looks familiar. maybe he doesn't. in any case, the not ghost kid seems to be ... pulling an assortment of random crap seemingly out of thin air. teddy bears. a train set. some sort of broken video game device.]

[this is clearly getting Vanitas no where. and the ghost kid just seems nonplussed.]

wildcard. SCIENCE!!!!

[after making the mistake of attempting his magic on an boar, Vanitas has really had about enough of ghosts and undead things. optimism isn't much of his thing, but surely some of the more alive idiots wandering about the island could provide him with some more useful ... data, as it were.]

[so, wherever you may be wandering, suddenly, there he is. pleasantries aren't really his thing, either, so he will cut right to the chase.]

You got a minute? I want to try something.

[by the way, his magic is making thoughts tangible — try not to think of anything too stupid. he is exasperated enough as it is.]

wildcard

[talim]

Huh?

[ jude turns toward him, surprised by the sudden presence. it isn't unwelcome, but it's a bit startling. he just sort of appeared in the blink of an eye. ]

Sure. What is it that you want to try, exactly?

hiyori iki | noragami

[obe]

b.
[her friends would probably be freaking out right about now. understandable, it's what would be expected of most teenage girls when they encounter a ghost. hiyori hasn't been "most" teenage girls for awhile now, not since a run-in with a certain tracksuit wearing god, a day that changed her physically as well, putting her in the middle of the living and the non-living.

at least the little boy in front of her isn't sprouting eyeballs all over his body. a day without an ayakashi attack is a good day, especially when yato and yukine aren't around. hiyori's wrestling moves can only do so much, especially while she's still in her body. she smiles at the child, crouching down to be more on his level as she greets him.]

Hello there. Don't worry, I can - wait! [the boy smiles and waves at her, but turns to run before she's finished speaking. he disappears from her sight completely, only to reappear several yards away. it's startling for sure, but mostly because he's running deeper into the darkness, the type of darkness where the bad things like to hide. hiyori stands and starts running after him. she doesn't know if she'll be able to help him, but she'd like to try, so she questions anyone that she might come across.]

Excuse me, this might sound a little strange, but did you see a little ghost boy run by?

e.
[she can't just stand around doing nothing, so hiyori goes exploring, trying to learn as much about her situation and the place around her as possible. but when she comes across a shrine, she actually lingers there. it reminds her of the one that she made for yato, the tiny one that seemed to make him so happy.

maybe someday he will have one like this. i hope so.

the thought makes her fingers curl into the fabric of her shirt. she's scared, and she already misses them so much, and there's zombie pigs staring at her-

cue a girl's scream in the darkness as hiyori climbs one of the shrine's pillars, furiously kicking at the zombie swine.]

Shoo! Get away from me! I didn't even eat that bacon this morning!

b

[splinten]

[This entire ghost thing feels a little irritating. He has been dead. He's been in dream bubbles hanging out with dead people. They're being so damn overdramatic.

At Hiyori's interruption, Dirk pauses his efforts to pick non-poisonous food from some bushes (he's learning, okay).]

No. You're looking for one in particular?

saber [artoria pendragon] | fate/stay night [unlimited blade works]

[caliburnus]

swing at some evil and bleed (c);

[ There are two things that she knows when she arrives: this is not a Grail War, and Excalibur is gone. The latter is especially concerning, because she's currently doing her damnedest to fend off a particularly violent spirit who's coming at her with everything it's got — and she doesn't even have any armor or ability to summon her armor. What she does have is a stick she's pulled up off the ground, but it probably won't last her very long. The bold blue dress she's wearing won't do anything to stave off an attack should one land — but she's skilled enough, at least, to remain on the defensive for now. ] Damn! What manner of spirit is this!?

we're dancers in the dark (g);

[ It is a beautiful place. Artoria doesn't usually spend a lot of time outside at night, Grail Wars notwithstanding, but there's still something about how the moonlight catches on everything, giving it a silver sheen, like something out of a the tale of a minstrel. Romantic, even, she'd go so far as to say, though it doesn't necessarily stir up romantic feelings in her. She's just outside the base camp, making her way through the field slowly, stopping every now and then to lean down and admire the flowers that are in bloom.

And, alright. Maybe she's a little enchanted by the deer romping not but a few feet away. ]


wildcard (i);

( hit me up with a prompt of your own! )

g

[allconsumed]

[Artoria is allowed to enjoy the beautiful scenery in peace and quiet for some time, until Velvet comes swooping onto the scene. There's the brief sound of pattering footsteps, and then she leaps into view from the nearby undergrowth, hurtling towards the deer. At the last second, she realizes her target is not one of the zombie boars, and she pulls her blade back.

It's too late to alter the trajectory of her jump, so her shoulder hits the deer with a glancing blow. It retaliates by kicking at her, then bounding off. Velvet takes the kick to the side, stumbles, then lands on her ass in a bed of the moonflowers.

Glorious. She should have just killed the thing. Velvet stands and brushes herself off before glancing in Artoria's direction. There's no excuse for that display, other than that the surrounding chaos has her on edge. She blinks awkwardly and licks her lips.]

… Great, you seem fine.

Eve | NieR: Automata

[adamand]

[ c ]

[There were certain expectations Eve had about being dead, not the least of which being that it would be permanent. At least kind of permanent. Mostly. He hadn't disconnected from the machine network, and he didn't think 9S forcibly disconnected him from it, either, but his body had certainly died, so shouldn't he be floating around as data in the ether, maybe possessing a stubby from time to time at best?

He certainly didn't expect being on a new world, having his body back, being healed and healthy (arm? check. hole in the head? definitely no check.), and... contending with some angry holograms?]

H-hey! What are you doing?

[Attempting to shove him, for one, and when that doesn't really work as expected, the silent spectre certainly doesn't give up, shifting its attention to attempting to throw things at him instead with slightly better success. He should probably leave. Probably. Instead, he's definitely trying to get it to answer for itself with less success than the spirit itself was having in its own endeavors.]

What did I do?

[ d ]

[At least the boars are something familiar. Finally. They - and moose, and fish, and machine lifeforms - have the run of Earth, as far as Eve knows, so to see them also running wild here (wherever here is) isn't new at all.

What is new is the aggressive undead boars that he can't warp away from why can't he warp away from them. What he can do instead is either run like hell or try and deck them in the face when they come charging at him. Maybe the skeletal ones will fall apart. Maybe they'll be deterred. Maybe they'll just keep going, trying to gore him or bite him or both until he has no choice but to enact operation: run like hell, his pride be damned.]

[ g ]

[Finally, something new and unfamiliar that isn't out to kill or maim him. The Earth had long since stopped its rotation, so the darkness of night, the soft glow of moonlight, were still fascinating. Kind of boring, in that there was a certain austere beauty to it all and not much else, but Eve still found himself captivated, still felt the impulse to fall backwards onto the ground, into the grass, sending glowing flower petals fluttering up in the air around him so he can just watch the sky.

Adam would probably be more interested than he was. Probably. Or he'd think it was trite, and would start rattling off facts about glowing flowers and about how the moon worked on Earth, and that it was remarkable now, but they shouldn't act like it was, because it was completely normal to humans. But he wasn't here to prove either theory right or wrong. Which was strange. This was some kind of afterlife, right? So he should have been here first... Maybe he was just off researching something. That had to be it. He'd show up sooner or later, tell Eve that these glowing flowers were legendary for imparting knowledge to humans - or something to that effect - and would expect him to study.

So he could take the chance to relax until he was found, right? Right. Until he got stir-crazy, at least.]

[ i ]

[Wildcard! I'm down for anything, so hit me with whatever, or toss me a pm, or hit me up on plurk at subjuggul8ion and we can hash something out.]

you [G]et what you pay for...

[deem]

[The best things in life are free, except sometimes it's deeply unfortunate that they come with no receipts and therefore cannot be returned.

Just as Eve seems to have dozed off, 9S detects something that he hasn't come across in this particular lifetime. It's enough to make him deviate from his course, following the odd signal until he comes upon a figure splayed out among the flowers. And there he stops. And stares. And continues staring, because he can only wonder if there is any earthly reason that the pods would have repaired a machine.

Because there's a face he's seen before. And small as he is, 9S' compact frame still blots out the moon behind him, casting a heavy little shadow over Eve's face. He doesn't even say anything, deliberating whether he's truly been reactivated and the merits of hacking him just to be entirely sure no threat to the local humans (and 2B, though he knows how absurd that is when she's so much stronger than him) is allowed to get past him]

Qrow Branwen | RWBY

[drunkle]

✞ (E) A Nightmare on Hub Island

[ As if this night couldn't get any more Halloween-themed, a caped middle-aged man can be seen dragging a scythe through the woods and near any shrines. He seems to be following the herd of spirits and boars from a safe distance, choosing to observe them.

Some characters may recognize him, as Qrow had been one of the first arrivals on this island many moons ago. As for those who don't recognize him? Feel free to think he's one of the creepy ghosts! He may even appear and disappear from one place to another, not unlike the other apparitions, but that's simply him using the magic he was gifted upon arriving here.

Do you attempt to interact with this grim reaper, or do you choose to attack him? Either way, he's not dangerous unless he's forced to be! ]

✞ (D) The Silence of the Porks

[ If there's one thing Qrow is suited for, then it's dismantling monsters with finesse, and that's just what these zombie boars are. He may move slow when he walks, but when it comes to combat, he makes quick work of the boars. Just be careful when a decapitated boar head comes nearly flying at anyone!

When it lands at somebody's feet, Qrow pauses fighting for a second to look back at them. ]

You should get back to safety - that thing's not dead.

[ The head of the boar suddenly reanimates, moving around violently as it tries to bite anybody nearby. ]

Well. Technically.

✞ (H) Night of the Thirsty Dead

[ When all is said and done, and things are slowly beginning to get under control again, Qrow finds the abandoned welcoming party. He looks to his left, inspecting a broken table and some food on the ground. To his right, a thirsty spirit tries to pick up a bottle of bourbon on the table, but can't seem to focus enough to interact with any solid matter.

Qrow slowly walks over to the table, cocking an eyebrow at the poor spirit, then takes the bottle for himself and finds a seat on one of the many abandoned chairs. His feet are kicked up on a second chair, and he finally opens the bottle.

Eventually, it comes to his attention that he's not alone at this abandoned party, and looks over to whoever else is here. ]

... Is this seat taken?

[ He asks, already having taken the seat and no intention of moving anytime soon. It's booze time! ]

✞ (Wildcard)

(I'm up for anything!)

H

[witchwithoutacause]

[ That poor, poor ghost man, can't even get drunk to help him feel better about being dead. Amanda's feeling a tiny sliver of guilt over her amusement at his predicament, but mostly, she's just glad that she's not dead right now after fighting (running from) ghost zombie pigs.

Her own eyebrow goes up as this guy over here takes a seat and crushes the spirit's hopes and dreams, and she takes a bite of a probably not too dirty hunk of bread, chewing thoughtfully.

She shakes her head, making a noncommittal sound. ]

leia rolando | tales of xillia

[sleiya]

b. it's just tag

[The ghosts of children are definitely not the kind of spirits that Leia's used to seeing, but she adjusts pretty quickly. They're harmless after all, and besides, she can understand wanting to play despite limitations. Having worked with all sorts of patients as a nurse before, it saddens her to think of why these children might be here as ghosts and not alive as they should be.

So here she is, playing a round of tag with ghost kids. Totally normal stuff. She even has the role as "it" since it seemed like it'd be easier to see when she tagged someone rather than when one of them tagged her. Never mind that they could become invisible or that they can't even talk, don't sweat the details!

But even the most boundless rays of energy get tired!! If you weren't expecting a tap (or more like a near slap, Leia's got way too much energy and strength) on the shoulder, sorry, you're getting one now.]

Tag, you're it!

g. this is what she gets for trying

[Leia's seen plenty of interesting and varied skyscapes, but the moon's never felt closer than it has here. There's something enchanting about it no matter how she looks at it.]

Wow, it's beautiful... [She really does reach up as if to touch it. Of course, she's not expecting anything, nothing aside from her hand probably looking pretty minuscule compared to the moon, and that's what she gets. Except the angle seems to be changing somewhat? She's sure she's keeping her hand steady, but something's definitely moving.

It's her. Her feet aren't on the ground. She's only going higher.]

Huh? Hey, what the heck is this?! [FRANTICALLY WAVES HER LIMBS AROUND but of course in her panic to get back to the ground, she only sends herself higher up.] Someone get me down from here!

[She's been in the air plenty of time thanks to her artes, but there's something juuuuust a bit concerning about suddenly floating. Flying. Whatever this is!! (Someone sure did only skim through the letter explaining what the situation was here.)]

i. wildcard

[Or go WILD and do something else with Leia! I'm down for anything.]

b

[talim]

What—

[ jude is about to protest, but... hold on. freeze. he recognizes that voice; he'd recognize it anywhere, and when jude whips his head around, his eyes widen with surprise. just like alvin, she looks about a year younger than he is, give or take, but it's her. it's definitely her. ]

Leia?! What are you— when did you—

[ just. let him stumble over his words for a moment. ]

How did you get here?!

ruby kurosawa | love live! sunshine!!

[pigii]

I. forest; spawn point

[ while the spirits that roam the island can be seen but not heard, there seems to be a particular anomaly among them as the moon grows close and the atmosphere gets heavy. should you be walking through the first kilometer or so of forest, you may hear the sound of a young girl's sobs. this particular voice can be followed, but no matter how close you seem to get to it, no person or spirit can be found. it's as if they're invisible!

which of course, she is. considering she has little to no control over her new invisibility magic, ruby has taken to simply sitting against a tree and hugging her knees as she cries, occasionally wailing for her older sister. maybe if you try calling out to this poor voice, she'll respond... ]


B. lagoon

[ after mustering up the courage to do some exploring, ruby manages to come across a lagoon close to a mountain. unbenownst to her, she's been followed by a spirit - a benevolent one, thankfully. the little ghost girl had been persistent in sitting her down on a rock close to the water, but after her initial ruby-freakout, it seems like this spirit is pretty harmless... in fact, she manages to be solid for long enough to take the ties out of her normal twin tailed hair and re-tie them into two cute buns. she looks into the reflective water of the lagoon, admiring the new style with wide eyes. ]

Wow... I never thought of doing it like that before. Thank you!

[ the two of them share something of a laugh together, even if only ruby's voice is the one that reverberates. for the first time since arriving here, she really smiles. ]


H. base camp.

[ after plenty of crying and some trial and error with running away from danger using her newfound invisibility, ruby has somehow made it to base camp in one piece. it sure seems like a place to ask the myriad of questions she has, but actually getting an opportunity to talk to someone amid the chaos is easier said than done when you're a small, timid girl. ]

U-U-Um... [ oh. they're gone. ] Can I... [ looks like they're busy, too. ] E-Excuse me...!

[ it doesn't look like she's having any luck in getting someone's attention. everyone seems to be busy, and she doesn't want to impose... but at the same time, she wants answers, too. maybe you're in the same boat? ]


wildcard.

[ anything else! if you wanna plot, hit me up at bounsweet /o/ ]

spawn point!!

[idolpedia]

[Who knows how Dia even got talked into going back into the forest. Perhaps it was talk of how if you walked in it sounded like there was a young girl crying in there. She didn't want to say that she wasn't curious. It sounded like one of those old spooky tales.

It was probably just a squealing piglet. It was probably nothing to be this curious about...right? No, Dia had to investigate. She knows the forest is where people appear and what happens if someone really needs help?

And when she hears the crying? It's almost as if it's too familiar. This place was playing tricks on her, wasn't it?]

Hello? Is anyone out here? Hello!

amy rose | sonic the hedgehog

[therascal]

ARRIVAL
Gee, this place sure looks creepy... I wonder what happened to make everyone leave? [ It's clear, just from a glance at the small hedgehog, that she's both curious and unsettled. Not like that would stop her from glancing over at some of the unfinished party favors, the tables with crafts on it.. She leans over to squint at it, a hand to her hip as she backs away.

At least her stomping around got her some kind of answer, outside of the ridiculous things she's already been told. Okay.. not ridiculous, just frustrating. Amy groans, shaking her head. ] How long are they going to need me here? Not that I mind, but.. [ It comes out as a whine, a feeling of sadness overcoming her. She has a life that she'll miss! That she needs to get back to at, at some point!

The only thing she's certain about is how alone she feels without any of her friends beside her. ]

..I guess as long as it takes to keep my friends safe.

BOO
[ She finds out not long after what made everyone leave. It would be creepy, if not for the lovely hue of blue the spirits are taking. And, maybe, the fact that Amy always has a soft spot for anything small and defenseless. Which includes children.. even ghost children. ]

What is it, little guy? Do you need help with something? [ Even though the boy can't physically touch her, he expresses his want to lead her somewhere through phasing a hand right through her own gloved one. ] Oh! Do you want me to follow you? [ She pretends to hold his hand, to move at pace with the child as he phases through the grass his feet should touch. But the child runs faster, enough to where she has to tell this kid to slow down--

--but it's too late..... Amy crashes into something that's most definitely a person, and falls right back onto her butt. The child stops its run, almost waiting for her to get back up. Her eyes dart from the spirit, to the person she so rudely ran into. ]

Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! I didn't even look where I was going! Let me help you up.

MOON GAZING
[ Amy's situated herself among the foliage, taking a seat between both the dancing animals and the glowing flowers. It's a spot she picked out personally, because it's the one with the best view. After everything that's happened today, her hammer being gone, being kidnapped (ok, admittedly, that one's not new), helping save everything in existence.. she thinks she deserves some ogling right now. ]

It's so.. beautiful. [ It's the first thing that comes out of her mouth, even if this 'beautiful' thing is the bane of everyone's existence. The moon manages to make her think about her home, and how it's just Amy Rose, all by herself. No Tails, no Knuckles, Cream, or, or... ] Oohh, I wish Sonic was here. [ She rests her head in her hands, heaving a long sigh. ] Then maybe all of this wouldn't be as terrible as it is!

WILD CARD
[ or drop anything here!! if you want to work something out specifically, you can pm this account or hmu at enoshima! ]

b o o

[witchwithoutacause]

[ Blue's fine, Luna Nova's school uniform is blue and it's a nice one (even if screw uniforms), and ghosts aren't the worst thing in the world, but the whole thing doesn't really add up to make Amanda like them any more. Still, they aren't hurting anyone; in fact they're pretty harmless, and that doesn't seem like it's gonna change, although it's frustrating that she can't do anything about the ones that seem to have problems.

Amanda stumbles a little, catching herself on her hands and knees as something that is solid bumps into her, and shakes her head as she looks over. Her eyes go wide for a moment, but it's not the surprise of someone who would find a talking hedgehog girl completely baffling. ]

Uh, no, no don't worry about it.

[ And she waves Amy off a little as she stands. ]

roy "i have had enough tbh" mustang | post-series fullmetal alchemist (brotherhood/manga)

[insubordination]

( B: someone take these children please )

[ ghosts aren't real. or, rather, they're not supposed to be real. and roy, still, isn't entirely convinced these . . . spirits of the night are real. but after coming off seeing a large number of supposedly-impossible things come to fruition, roy has elected to suspend his disbelief for the time being, in an effort to do what roy (thinks he) does best: assist.

unfortunately, he's been distracted by a group of child-like entities, who seem to be playing hide-and-seek. and if these children aren't ghosts, then they've certainly had something happen to them, which begs to be investigated, right? -- or, at the bare minimum, try and find their parents. and after several tugs on his jacket, and all of them leading to children trying to get him to play tag, the next person who comes into his personal bubble is going to get an exasperated: ]

Can I help you?

[ he doesn't appear to be In The Mood (tm) at the moment ]

( E: arson is not the answer no seriously )

[ after some exploring, roy has happened upon one of these shrines -- and, with it, a group of angry boars. to the passerby, roy doesn't appear too concerned by the fact that these angry zombie boars seem to have taken notice of him. in fact, he looks pretty calm, all things considered, for a seemingly unarmed young man who is just chilling and watching these pissed off animals.

when one takes notice and finally decides roy's presence is enough, and decides to attack, roy instinctively raises a hand to snap his fingers -- which, normally, produces something of an explosive result -- but this time . . . nothing. no fire, no explosion, no sudden scattering of charging enemies.

nothing. nada. zilch.

unfortunately for roy, he doesn't really have time to figure out why, because he is suddenly faced with the prospect of a bunch of pissed off zombie pigs, and should you find the future of his country and renowed revolutionary alchemist, he has (with moderate success) fended off one particularly persistent zombie boar with what appears to be a tree branch, and if you get close enough, you might here an aggravated: ]

You have got to be joking --

[ he has had a long day. ]

( G/I: at least this place isn't in the throes of warfare and whatnot )

[ and, should you find roy after all of the abovementioned chaos and shenanigans, you can find him just sort of . . . poking around. likely exploring where he is not wanted or needed or even allowed, but should you catch him where he isn't supposed to be, you can expect a rather charming apology and a sheepish question on where to go next. the woebegone new person -- on the surface, at least.

alternatively, you can find him just simply taking stock of a peaceful area, and gazing at the moon.

or you can find him doing anything at all, really, this is your wildcard option, do as you please. ]

SCREAMING ...also E! :)

[equivalence]

[So here's the thing, right? This feels super familiar to Edward. When he landed in this alchemy-free hellhole (only a slightly dramatic description, very slightly) he wound up facing down a pissed off boar only to have his alchemy fail him. Okay, it wasn't a zombie. But. It sucked. A lot. So he should have some sort of sympathy for the other alchemist, right? He really should. Empathy. All that.

And yet.

Here he is, unable to keep the smirk off his face while he watches Roy literally try to beat off pigs with a stick.]

Looks like you've got yourself a fan, Colonel. I can see why you two would get along.

[No okay he's actually here to help though. Though umm... he's still working on perfecting this new ability of his, so no promises this will go smoothly. Damn it he misses his alchemy.

Either way, he's doing his best, darting up from behind Mustang and concentrating on putting up a barrier between them and the zombie boar. ...of course it's entirely invisible, so it looks like he's doing a total bunch of nothing, at least until the boar tries to charge forward and winds up stopped by an invisible wall. HA. SUCCESS. For now, anyway.]

Mikoto Suoh | K Project

[lionhearrt]

a. shitty ghosts

[ He doesn't mind the translucent crap. He doesn't even mind the looks he gets - that's normal. What he does mind is losing his cigarettes every damn time this shitty form loses focus. He's lost almost half his pack by now and he's beginning to get irritated. So when someone passes by Mikoto calls out to them without a qualm. ]

You know when this is going to stop?

[ He asks them as he raises his hand with the pack of cigarettes and a moment later they slip through as he becomes intangible. ]


h. wake up calls

[ Mikoto found himself a shady tree and soon after was napping under the heavy foliage. It's been a few hours now and the Red King hasn't moved. At least not until noise from the nearby party starts to filter through his subconscious. When he finally wakes, he sits up and blinks blearily at the people talking and laughing. ]

......

[ Running a hand through his hair, the Red King wipes the last dredges of sleep from his face and gets up. He wanders into camp and realizes it wasn't a party as he first thought, but it's still not making sense to him so he walks up to the first person he finds to ask: ]

What's going on?


i. wildcard

[ ooc; make up your own scenario and I'll follow suit. ]

a

[sealeted]

Oh, uh—

[On pure reflex, Hakuno fumbles and catches the little carton, blinking in surprise.]

No, sorry. This is pretty new. And... weird. Even for this place.

jumin han | mystic messenger

[yancat]

B

[ There's no such thing as ghosts. This, Jumin believes. But when a ghost starts walking and talking about things that interest him, he has no choice but to roll up his sleeves and get down to business. Well, no sleeves were actually rolled up, but he is sitting down with a few ghostly gentlemen by the shore—the only shore where anyone can actually find any ocean.]

I never said that I disagreed with Hayek. I just think he ought to clearly define what constitutes as harmful state intervention, specifically that which undermines the liberty of... [ Boring adult stuff. But once he spots you from the corner of his eye, he bids the ghosts goodbye and doesn't hesitate to greet you. ]

Good evening.

[ Then calmly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world: ]

I see you've come to rescue me.


G

[ It's is first time at the hub, and it's absolutely breathtaking. Sure, there's a rumbling of zombie boars in the distance but Jumin is being too much of a nature nut to notice. Look at all these moonflowers! He closes his eyes and takes in the fresh air... ]

Hmm... Perhaps I should have bought that wildlife preservation center.

I

[ wildcard prompt!! hit me ]

[ OOC: I'll be reapping Jumin Han with his memories from his last time here! Hit me up at vinea if you want to plot. ]

b

[batteredog]

[ Nico was wandering around the area, katana carefully secured to his shoulder by a red ribbon when he found man and ghost chatting away. He stopped and stared, never having seen such an odd sight. So, when he's spoken to directly, he blinks in surprise and shifts his eyes to his mouth to better read his lips. Rescue? Was that what he was assigned to do here? Probably. So he nods in confirmation. ]

nicolas brown | gangsta

[batteredog]

G. Lagoon

[ The lagoon wasn't hard to find, not when you have a lot of time on your hands and want to secure a water source before night hits. Nicolas secures his katana, to his shoulder, holding it in place with one arm as he takes out a canteen he found earlier and gets to filling it. When he's done, he stands back up. He turns around then and suddenly finds himself face to face with an unknown stranger. He drops the canteen and quickly puts his hand on the katana. If you approached him with a hello while his back was turned, or tried to speak to him in any manner, you might find this reaction pretty strange, problem is, he can't exactly hear so have a surprised 13 year old but don't be fooled by his small stature, even at 5'0, he can do some swift damage with that katana. ]

H. Base Camp

[ It's been a long day and Nicolas has little idea what's he's supposed to do now than he did when he first arrived in this place. He's wandered into camp, but after standing at attention for half an hour no one's given him any orders so he guesses he has to wait a while longer before someone tells him what to do. For the moment, he scoots off to the edge of the camp and defaults to sitting on the ground with his knees drawn up, close to his body taking up as little space as possible. He stays there for an hour, occasionally raising his head when someone draws too close before dipping his head back down waiting for the order to leave, so until it comes he'll sit like an obedient dog. ]

h!

[neatlytuned]

[Nazuna can't help but be drawn to younger kids, especially ones he's never seen around the coven before. So when he notices a strange boy sitting at the outskirts of camp by himself, body posture withdrawn, Nazuna makes his way over.

He crouches down so he's eye level with the boy, which honestly isn't difficult considering he's incredibly short for an 18 year old.]

Hey, are you okay?

[He speaks softly, not wanting to startle the boy. Suddenly showing up in an unfamiliar place is scary enough without strangers confronting you.]

Amanda O'Neill | Little Witch Academia

[witchwithoutacause]

B

[ Okay so this is bad, but she can keep her cool. Amanda's seen plenty of spirits! Mostly, she's only seen small nature or object spirits up close, yeah, sure; but one of her roommates was in a damned ghost hunt. It's just, she's not used to this kind of spirit. These are... people. Right? The shadowed remains of those who lived and then died, and while another friend of hers has raised the dead, the jumpy nature of these spirits - the way they try and fail to communicate - it's all unsettling and all a little bit wrong.

But she's tough. Amanda definitely makes a point of looking casual and relaxed, not even letting on how nervous she is to herself; convincing good ol' number one that she's fine is practically her superpower. Thus she only barely flinches and shivers when a young woman, a bit confused looking herself, starts trying to get her attention. ]

Um. ...Hold on. I've got a friend who doesn't talk but... uh, you got a... notepad or something?

[ She needs help? Maybe??? ]

D

[ Compared to unsettling stop-motion dead people, zombie pigs are a walk in the park. Amanda's survived way scarier stuff than this, and she confidently reaches - ]

Wait.

[ - into a different - ]

Not there either? There's no way I...

[ - yet another pocket - ]

Uh, hey there Porky! Just gimme a sec.

[ There's a boar staring her down, and the only thing on hand is a wooden broom - she gives it a quick spin, before brandishing it like an inefficient quarterstaff. ]

En garde?

[ How did she lose her wand? ]

F

[ There is a scream. It comes from someone unaccustomed to this kind of panicky, shrill screaming, a young woman who is usually way too goddamn confident to ever freak out. Screaming in surprise! Just surprise, that's her story and she's sticking to it, even if it's understandable that some people might freak out over being dead.

So okay, maybe the heavy breathing - why is she breathing, she's a ghost??? - is a sign that she's lost her cool, along with the running the fuck away from the horrible murderer pig that ended her run all too soon.

...Amanda definitely hasn't even noticed that she ran through someone. ]

F

[transcutation]

[Honestly, neither the screaming nor the approaching blue figure really give Cagliostro any pause, but she does whip around when they run right through her.

If anything, she's annoyed.]

Kneel!

[She yells the command before the girl can get away from her - turns out the magic she was given doesn't have a very long range, but if she can be understood, it should still work, ghost or not. Part of her is curious though how it interacts with the incorporeal - it might be hilarious if the ghost drops to her knees and right through the ground.]

Makoto Niijima | Persona 5

[reignofjustice]

[ E ]

[That sure is a hair-raising scream – long, high-pitched and so loud. The shrill sound rises above the trees, and anybody within a mile should be able to hear it. Look, Makoto is bad with ghosts, and suddenly there are a lot of spirits all around her; the way they have her surrounded means she doesn't even have anywhere to run. This has to be a nightmare, there's no other explanation. It feels real, but it has to be. She pinches her cheek and squeezes hard.

Ow. No change, no waking up. At least the spirits are only curious of her, for now, but the sound of incoming zombie boars draws her attention. There are a few of them, some skeletal and others fleshy, but they don't seem to appreciate the racket she's making. It's tempting for her to give up, maybe curl into a ball and hope for the best? But as the closest boar charges, a flare of defiance ignites in her chest.]

You… back the hell off!

[By the time someone else arrives on the scene, Makoto appears to be holding her own. For a weapon, she's ripped out pieces of splintered wood from the shrine. Gripped in each hand, there are a few long nails sticking out, and she's using them like makeshift brass knuckles. Between punches, she shouts encouragement to herself.]

Stay [smack] down, you hideous [smack] disgusting [smack] pig!

[Chest heaving, she winds up a right hook, and there's a bloodthirsty look in her eye.] I said stay down. [crunch]

[The skeletal boar blasts apart from the force of the impact. Right, so as it turns out, she might actually be scarier than any of the spirits or zombies. Clearly not a damsel in distress here, but feel free to join the fray?]

[ I ]

[As the night wears on, two important things happen. The first is that Makoto finds her way from her spawn point to the base camp, taking in the lay of the land en route. The second is that she discovers her new power: the ability to summon a distinct, magical all-terrain motorcycle. And, since she's a helper, Makoto spends the rest of the evening speeding around the island, offering rides back to base camp and assisting anybody that's in danger.

Trees? No worries, she's an excellent driver. Fog? Also no problem, the bike glows, and it even has a headlight that's, well, literally a head. The only real issue is that, despite paying careful attention to landmarks, Makoto really doesn't know the geography of the island well – oh, and she might end up driving a bit recklessly. At least if she and your character get lost, they won't be out there alone. She'll also be handy in a fight, as showcased in the above prompt.

If you character is under attack from a boar or a deer, Makoto will run the beast down, then skid to a halt in dramatic fashion before offering out a hand. If they're not in danger, she'll skid to a halt dramatically regardless, clearly because she can and it looks cool.]

Do you need a ride?

e... rolls in late with starbucks

[actus]

[ you know, all things considered, it should be hot as hell watching makoto absolutely annihilate, but it's more terrifying than anything. the raw power and intensity. even akira is "spooked" by the sight of her slaughtering the skeletal boars with such might. he can't blame her, though. those guys had it coming. they're weird, okay? ]

... So, I take it you're adjusting well, huh Queen?

[ said in utter deadpan from closeby when he's certain she's down smacking down the boars. it's a safe distance because startling her might lead to him being her next victim. and he just can't have that.

he's a wuss. and so terribly happy to see her given the crappy month he's had. ]

riza hawkeye { fma:b }

[efface]

PROMPT A

[ when riza comes to, it's with a slow blink - like she hadn't quite expected her eyes to actually open, and now that they had, she's trying to place herself in the rest of it. not only that, but upon trying to check her bosy - to figure out why and how, she notices a few key things.

one - she is alive. or. relatively.

two - she is transluscent. or, at the very least, fades in an out of solidity. one moment she is looking at her hands and the next she is looking through them. she doesn't quite understand how, or why, but the longer the shifting of her mass happens, the more she almost feels her body doing the same.

third - she is alone. the last thing she remembers were bodies, people, the colonel, and now? none of those things. she's not even underground, anymore, which seems impossible, but also a huge relief.

or - really - she's not. not alone. because around her are all types of others that seem similar to her. ghosts, almost, made of almost-mass and almost-people. she can't seem to get any of them to respond to her, despite the way their mouths move (almost-helpful, really) so riza keeps moving. keeps trying to find someone that will explain what is going on. that will help her.

granted, she is something of a sight to see for anyone she approaches - fading in and out of existence, sometimes entirely whole and others only partially there. though while her transluscence may seem more difficult to wrap heads around, the more solid she becomes, the more gorey it all turns out to be, with a massive amount of blood staining one shoulder and up the side of her neck, across her front. the stains are more obvious on her jacket, as it is light and her shirt is black, but you can imagine the blood continues all across the fabric. it's not actively bleeding, thankfully, but the stains are certainly still there. ]

Excuse me- [ riza is exhausted, but she keeps moving anyway. needing to find someone to explain this to her. where she is, what is going on, why she is apparently a ghost.

she's not quite letting herself explore the most logial explanation yet, though it sits right in the back of her head. a very distant, quiet, echoing sort of explanation.

she didn't make it ]

Do you know what's going on?

PROMPT I

[ wildcard it! start with anything and i'll match! c: ]

you're a monster.

[insubordination]

[ so far, exploring this place has resulted in a number of things. (1) there are ghosts; (2) there are nice ghosts, and there are violent ghosts; (3) there are also zombie pigs; and (4) there is no way out. roy, for the most part, has done his best to collect as much information as he can, in as quickly a manner as he can, but he still has yet to find the people he needs to find.

his team. where in the hell is his team. he had been with hawkeye, in ishval, to begin the reconstruction effort, but he hadn't found her yet. nor has he found havoc, or breda, or falman, or fuery. none of their names had seemed familiar to any of the locals who were willing to answer his politely-worded-yet-firm questions.

so he's a bit frustrated, at the moment, but not bothered, yet. after all, his team is capable of taking care of themselves, and roy isn't entirely worried for their safety, as of yet. if anything, he's more concerned for the zombie boar's safety, if they happen upon hawkeye in a poor mood. nothing frustrates her more than a wasted bullet.

it's in thinking about this that he hears a familiar voice -- do you know what's going on -- and roy immediately snaps back to attention, because he knows that voice. and he quickly bypasses some ghosts, and some real-people, to make his way toward what he knows, for a fact, is riza hawkeye's voice, when he's suddenly confronted with her.

. . . except it's not her, but a fabrication. it has to be. a translucent figure, covered in blood. and for half a moment, roy is furious, because that isn't a spectacularly funny joke -- but when he actually takes a moment to pay attention, to take in the small details, he realizes that riza is afflicted with the same problem that edward and alphonse are. none of this is right -- they're from the wrong point in time, but for riza -- ]

Lieutenant.

[ the title is wrong, now, but it's the first word that comes out of his mouth -- quickly, as he abruptly cuts off whoever she was speaking with, because they can wait, and roy instinctively reaches out to grasp an arm -- but he stops himself, right before he touches, because he doesn't know whether or not . . .

-- this is ridiculous, and absurd, and she isn't dead. he was with her half an hour ago, in ishval, going over supply routes. she is not dead. and so roy abruptly sucks in a breath. fighting down that instinctive urge to panic, and instead saying the first thing that pops into his head: ]

I told you that you weren't allowed to die. [ a bit pointedly. resisting the urge to reach out and touch her, because he doesn't want to be met with the sudden feeling of his hand passing through her arm. ] But it seems that this universe wants to play an unfunny joke.

[ until this moment, he hadn't been angry, about the entire situation. now, he definitely is. ]

max caulfield | life is strange

[photoshoot]

C → you didn't know me

[ well, ghosts are another thing max could add to her ever-growing list of 'surreal shit bent on killing me or my loved ones'. not that these ghosts seem that unfriendly — just.. weird, and not right. one is slowly approaching her, shambling and eerie in its steps. also, it has a giant hole in its stomach. ]

Whoa, death really became her.. [ because of how slow it's moving, she approaches it. tentatively. ] I can see right through you!

[ the ghost clearly wasn't familiar with her candid reference. she tries to reach out and grab max's hair by the nape. max barely manages to jump back in time to dodge it. ]

W—Whoa now, whatever happened to the friendly ghost gentry?

H → when you were a kid

[ max really isn't hungry.

not with the calamity of the day still persisting, no. this was a wild introduction to the wonderful world of magic, and food was the last thing on her mind. she had several other thoughts pervading right now. ]

Um.. hey. [ a noncommittal attempt to get someone's attention. ] Is this ghostly business going to last.. like, a long time? Or..

[ because it sure is inconvenient. ]

I → in trouble at school, alone at lunch again

[ feel free to hit me with a wildcard prompt. you can message me at vanilladome ]

h

[anarchial]

[ chloe can't really believe what she's seeing, so she has to sort of prepare herself. she plants her feet firmly on the ground, soles of her shoes crunching grass beneath them loudly. when her arms are folded, she feels like she's both on guard enough and recognizably chloe enough. ]

Back alley doc here. It's terminal. We are just completely out of luck here, Mad Max.

[ ...but when max looks over to her, she'll see chloe's got the ghost of a smile playing at her features, like she's not quite ready to smile but can't hold it in. ]

Julieta Juris | Gundam IBO

[sharpestsword]

A[ She can see through her hands. That's the first thing she notices that's wrong. There's no one around that she can see in the mist. But she has to find somebody so she starts running. She doesn't know where she is or where she's going. It doesn't matter. Yet as she runs she seems to lose her progress and end up where she was or somewhere else entirely. In her confusion she bursts through the wall of a building. Her arms are up in front of her face to protect herself but she made it through unscathed. She looks back at the wall and then at the person inside as if expecting an explanation. ]

((or option something else I'm up for whatever!))

[wingfic]

[The gangly girl sitting on the cot inside doesn't quite scream, but she does let out an undignified yelp, jumping up.]

I--don't just do that!

karkat vantas | homestuck

[alienates]

b

[ so, there's this weird kid with horns and grey skin walking. he seems to be in a hurry for some reason? actually, if you look closer, you will also notice that there's a translucent lady falling behind him. she's obviously a ghost, and she seems to be nice? her features are kind, and she isn't attacking anything, and yet this asshole seems to be doing his best to get away from her.

finally, he stops and turns around to face her, his voice raised. is he yelling at her?? actually, this is just his normal speaking volume. ]

For the last fucking time, I'm not sick! This is what I always look like! Shoo! Take your unsettling, transparent seat cushion out of here before I reenact human Ghostbusters on you!

[ the ghostly figure, instead, reaches over to check his temperature. karkat just groans and attempts to swat the hand away. ]

h

[ karkat sort of just... walks into the mess. he's definitely came across more than a few of the dead on the way here, and considering the very last thing he remembers happening before coming here, well...

he basically just jumps to one conclusion here. so if you're standing near him, karkat will just turn to you, his eyebrow raised. ]

Is this a corpse party?

wildcard

[ if you have any other ideas pls run free with them. ]

[witchhooded]

[ it goes without saying that jade, with her hood down and from the back, might look a little closer to a troll than a human. becquerel's ears, at least, lend to an inhuman appearance. she's seemingly wrapped up in conversation with a much older spirit, animatedly chatting about light and how it travels. not too wrapped up, however, to not turn her head over her shoulder and answer a question. what a familiar voice!

ah, jade thinks, eyes lighting up and grin growing wider - that's why. she would recognize those dark circles and nubby candy corn horns anywhere. ]

Karkat! It is you! Are you visiting with everyone else or--

[ she barelt waits for an answer before putting her hands on his forearms, curious to see if he's solid. maybe troll ghosts would be different, after all? ]

You are here for real!! [ jade's body is shaking in a way that implies her tail would be wagging if she had one. ]

Norma Beatty | Tales of Legendia

[everlighting]

E (the first)

[This place was pre-tty wild. Norma could live with or without the spooky aura. High energy as she is, she has a lot of exploring to do and in all, covers a lot of ground. It's one of the shrines that really catches her attention though. If there was treasure hiding somewhere, she'd bet good money that it was in there.

It would have been nice if it was just a simple treasure hunt, but a pair of zombie boars have other ideas. Good thing she appears to have a... giant straw. All the more reason that she's gonna shout at everything and everyone within yelling range. Which, with her mouth, actually covers a decent amount of ground.]

Hey!! Are you just gonna leave a girl to die?! A little help would be great! [After having to dodge one of the boars charging at her--] Pretty please~

E (the second)

[At some point, you're probably minding your own business-- where that is... well. Could be anywhere. But you'd have a hard time missing the noises coming at you. It would appear to be a small, yellow-clad girl riding a still partially intact zombie boar. Not with a whole lot of grace, mind you, more like she's holding on for dear life and letting it take her where it wants.]

Woah--! Waaaatch out, the steering is terrible on this thing!

H

[Awwww, look at all his hard work someone was putting in before they ran off at the last second. Doesn't look like there's anyone to pick up the pieces right now so to speak so--]

Well it'd be a shame to let all this stuff go to waste~♪

[So Norma takes up the mantle of completing the party preparations, humming a happy little tune while she does so. With... a few choice changes. The treats have what appear to be price tags on them. Oh but don't worry, if you seem daunted by that, Norma will wash away your fear with a cheerful smile and a wave.]

Awww, don't worry about that! If you're short on funding we could always make a trade~

[It seems she's also taken to accepting jewelry, books and other trinkets of supposed value in exchange for an array of welcoming sweets-- of which she only made about 10% of. If you're new her charm might just fool you. If you've been around a while it's fairly obvious that this bubbly girl, while not a spirit of any sort, hasn't been around here before.]

wildcard

( Have another idea for some trouble this gal could get into? Hit me with it. )

E

[ingermain]

Don't beg for your life. Stand with your head held high!

[It's an appropriately heroic and exciting line to enter on, but Saint-Germain's actual entrance - leaping from a tree, a particularly sharp stick pointed at one of the boar's heads - might be even better.

... At least until she actually tries to drive the stick into the boar's head. More specifically, she does drive the stick into the boar's head, but she's underestimated just how skeletal the thing is. It gets lodged in there, sure, to the boar's annoyance, but there's nothing actually. Vital. There for her to pierce.

In other words, not a whole lot accomplished. Saint-Germain leaps backwards off the thing's head, crossing her arms as she thinks it over.]

... As much as I was expecting that to work, I'm not surprised it didn't. [The boars are still stamping their feet, notably.]

If you have any ideas, the floor is yours.