SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
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Magical Girl Phantom Ascension
- Thread starter SpoopyGhost
- Start date
- Original
- Location
- Head in the clouds
Alright. Since we are going to her room - what is the conversation plan.
mCooperative
meanderingCephalopod
- Location
- Back in Mitakihara after like 1000 years.
Hm. Ask what was up with her seeming to recognize us- who do we look like? She seemed familiar to us as well, and, uh. Well. We're sorry to intrude, when she's said that she's had a long day, but we've- had something of a day ourselves and we think it may be connected? We, we didn't just want to start with it, but if we're going to be working together she should probably know- we're a ghost. Um. We only woke up earlier today, at our funeral. And our memories are, um, a little- we think we may be missing some things.
Or something more subtle and less monologue and more responsive, maybe. I dunno. Huh. You know, I don't think I've ever had to write a character have this conversation before. Clearly I must fix this. **goes off with vague plans to write a character having to deal with returning from the dead**
- Location
- Head in the clouds
On the other hand we can probably prove our point with a mirror because we are still visible in those while as a ghost.
Oh the poor girl, my teammate (possibly friend) is a ghost is going to be a long term difficulty for her.
Edit: Because guess who is probably going to be dragged into doing civilian stuff for us.
- Location
- Germany
Do we know if other people can see us in mirrors? Might just be ourself and other people able to see ghosts. Either way, turning invisible in front of her and then doing some haunting stunts should get the point across just fine.
To be fair, it's not like ghosts have that many civillian problems left to deal with.
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mCooperative
meanderingCephalopod
- Location
- Back in Mitakihara after like 1000 years.
Although, depending on what our Stranger has in mind to talk with our parents about, we may have more civilian problems left to deal with than we think.
... "Civilian problems? In my afterlife?" It's more likely thank you think.
... }=o)
1M - An Excess Of Ellipsis
SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
"Ah, I think I'll actually just… go talk to her." At their questioning glance, you scramble for an explanation. "You know, for team-building… and stuff. So we can work together better next time. Right?"
Despite your awkwardness, they take it at face value and nod in agreement. "That's a good idea, actually. Go ahead!"
With a final glance out over the city, you step through the door into an unfamiliar bedroom. Whereas yours is somewhat messy but kind of plain, this one is painfully neat yet undeniably feminine. There's a vanity with mirror (with makeup, lipstick, nail polish, all lined up neatly) next to a desk with a laptop and some textbooks, as well as an overhanging lamp (green shaded, of course) that provides the only illumination, leaving the desk brightly lit and the rest of the room cast dim. There's a window opened wide to let the night breeze (and city noises) in, and a western-style bed in the opposite corner, complete with a handful of plushies in various sizes. Among those is the other girl, curled up against the wall with her face hidden in her knees and arms. "Is the universe mocking me? Is this all some kind of sick joke?" She asks rhetorically.
"That's one way to look at it, but it doesn't have to be the only one," you say, sounding more confident than you feel. "It's kind of been a weird day for me too."
"What the hell do you think you're doing in my room." There's no real bite to her tone, just defeat, as she raises her head to fix you with a tired glare.
Seeing her like this is… painful. Your self-consciousness rises, and you shift your weight back and forth as you try to find an answer. "I just wanted to talk. We didn't get much chance back there…"
"Fine." She doesn't sound fine, slowly slumping back down.
"Are… are you okay?" You instantly wish you could take back the question, since the answer is painfully clear in front of you, but it's too late now.
She chuckles bitterly, making you feel even worse. "No, I'm not. I am very very not okay." You're not sure how to respond to that, but before you can formulate an answer, she continues on. "You look too much like her, so I'm sorry, but I… I can't talk about it."
"'Her'?" Cautiously, you take a seat on the edge of her bed. "Whoever she is, I'm not-" your voice cuts off abruptly, a lump rising in your throat. How do you know that for sure? This girl looks naggingly familiar, even if you can't for the life of you place where or why.
"But you look so much like her." She's suddenly in your face, hands gripping your shoulders hard. Her eyes are wide, crazed and confused and in pain, like an injured animal backed into a corner. "So much like her that it terrifies me. I don't understand why any of this is happening!"
She retreats just as suddenly, looking away in shame. "I… I'm sorry. I'm just… a mess right now. You should probably just go; you don't need to know my problems."
"Well, maybe I want…" you stop yourself again. No need to make this about you. "Nevermind that. Just… talking to someone about this may help a little. If you don't feel comfortable with me… I guess I can understand that, but at least someone should be willing to listen."
An awkward silence fills the room, and for a moment you worry that she's gone catatonic or something. You stand up to leave, but she suddenly speaks up again. "There was this girl in my class. We never really got to talk, but I kind of admired her. She seemed like she always had something on her mind, and I wanted to…" she glances at you, blushes, and looks like she's rethinking her words. "...to get to know her better. But it just never seemed like the right time. I had clubs, she went straight home, and aside from that she always seemed so distant, distracted; I never felt confident enough to pull her away from that."
You feel your stomach tighten, even though you're not even sure you still have a stomach. "Well, why not now?"
She smiles bitterly, tears forming again. "Three days ago, she got run over by a car. She was leaving the city library with her head in the clouds, and some drunk skipped the corner and plowed right over her, from what I heard."
Your heart seems to implode, and you unconsciously finger the sleeve of your dress. That was you, you know it. And it hits you where you've seen her before - The back of the class, a silent and shy beauty you'd sometimes catch staring at you, though she always looked away as soon as you noticed.
In the present she's not done, choking out words even as she cries harder. She's trying desperately to rub the tears away with the sleeves of her hoodie, only to leave liquefied makeup and snot smeared all over; she doesn't seem to care. "What the hell is wrong with me? I didn't even know her, not really. She could have been a completely horrible person… or someone wonderful. And if- if it had been anyone else in our class, I would be sad, sure… but not like this." She takes several wavery breaths, forcing herself to calm down and failing miserably. As she continues, her voice rises in pitch and her words blend together, almost hysterical. "Her funeral was today, and I couldn't even bring myself to come, I just stayed in here crying for hours. Why can't I make myself get over this random girl I never even talked to because I was too much of a coward, why does this hurt me so much, what is wrong with me!?"
Before you can react, she hurls herself backwards into her bed, curling up around a stuffed animal and hugging it so tight you're frightened it may burst. After a long minute of silence, her breathing heavy and slow now, she resumes speaking in her defeated tone from earlier. "That shadow person came to me a week ago, before any of this happened, and offered me the chance to become a magical girl. I thought it was a joke at first, some elaborate smoke and mirrors to make them look like that. Then they doored me through to Paris, France for an hour, and I was convinced. I didn't understand it, but they said I had the chance to save people's lives, do some good in the world. They were also upfront with the risks, though, and said that since none of the other candidates seemed interested, I would likely be going it alone… so I said no."
You set a hand on her shoulder, feeling useless to help as her tears continue to flow. "After she died… I still said no. Yesterday, I said no again. And then today, after I missed the funeral, they came again, and I told them yes. That I accept. That I want to do this. I said that I don't want anyone else to have to feel this way, not if I could prevent it… but honestly, I think I just wanted to do something, anything else. To distract myself and forget all about her. That they then said someone else had chosen to join, so I'd actually have someone else to help me… that was just a bonus."
She scoffs more than laughs, a harsh bark filled with self-loathing. "How selfish can I get? I could have done this a week ago, but it took this for me to get some damn perspective. And then you come along, looking just like her, and it's like the universe is… playing some sick prank, or trying to tell me something, or… I don't know. I don't understand, but she's like a phantom, finding new ways to haunt me when I still don't know why I care so damn much in the first place."
She sits up, looking you in the eyes before hugging herself again. Her mascara is in tatters by now, leaving trails down her cheeks, and the dark circles under her eyes seem even darker now. "Please don't take that the wrong way. I… don't want to try to replace her with you. It's not fair to her memory… and it's not fair to you, either. If… If I do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, please tell me. Stop me. I just can't trust myself right now. And… please don't hold it against me." You nod quietly, hiding the confusion of feelings roiling in your gut.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spill all of that, especially not on you. You must think I'm such a creep… Who knows, maybe I am." And suddenly she smiles, crying again even as she laughs. "I just realized… I never even got your name. I'm Kazane Midori. Who are you?"
What do you do?
> Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
> Lie. Lie hard.
-> (Your name is ___ and…)
--> Write-In
---> (You're a recent transfer student to the other high school. The resemblance to this other girl she knew is an unfortunate coincidence.)
---> (You think that girl is your ___, who just died under the same circumstances and had her funeral today.)
----> Cousin
----> Twin Sister
> Flee. (You can't handle this right now. Turn invisible and get out through the window as soon as she looks away.)
Despite your awkwardness, they take it at face value and nod in agreement. "That's a good idea, actually. Go ahead!"
With a final glance out over the city, you step through the door into an unfamiliar bedroom. Whereas yours is somewhat messy but kind of plain, this one is painfully neat yet undeniably feminine. There's a vanity with mirror (with makeup, lipstick, nail polish, all lined up neatly) next to a desk with a laptop and some textbooks, as well as an overhanging lamp (green shaded, of course) that provides the only illumination, leaving the desk brightly lit and the rest of the room cast dim. There's a window opened wide to let the night breeze (and city noises) in, and a western-style bed in the opposite corner, complete with a handful of plushies in various sizes. Among those is the other girl, curled up against the wall with her face hidden in her knees and arms. "Is the universe mocking me? Is this all some kind of sick joke?" She asks rhetorically.
"That's one way to look at it, but it doesn't have to be the only one," you say, sounding more confident than you feel. "It's kind of been a weird day for me too."
"What the hell do you think you're doing in my room." There's no real bite to her tone, just defeat, as she raises her head to fix you with a tired glare.
Seeing her like this is… painful. Your self-consciousness rises, and you shift your weight back and forth as you try to find an answer. "I just wanted to talk. We didn't get much chance back there…"
"Fine." She doesn't sound fine, slowly slumping back down.
"Are… are you okay?" You instantly wish you could take back the question, since the answer is painfully clear in front of you, but it's too late now.
She chuckles bitterly, making you feel even worse. "No, I'm not. I am very very not okay." You're not sure how to respond to that, but before you can formulate an answer, she continues on. "You look too much like her, so I'm sorry, but I… I can't talk about it."
"'Her'?" Cautiously, you take a seat on the edge of her bed. "Whoever she is, I'm not-" your voice cuts off abruptly, a lump rising in your throat. How do you know that for sure? This girl looks naggingly familiar, even if you can't for the life of you place where or why.
"But you look so much like her." She's suddenly in your face, hands gripping your shoulders hard. Her eyes are wide, crazed and confused and in pain, like an injured animal backed into a corner. "So much like her that it terrifies me. I don't understand why any of this is happening!"
She retreats just as suddenly, looking away in shame. "I… I'm sorry. I'm just… a mess right now. You should probably just go; you don't need to know my problems."
"Well, maybe I want…" you stop yourself again. No need to make this about you. "Nevermind that. Just… talking to someone about this may help a little. If you don't feel comfortable with me… I guess I can understand that, but at least someone should be willing to listen."
An awkward silence fills the room, and for a moment you worry that she's gone catatonic or something. You stand up to leave, but she suddenly speaks up again. "There was this girl in my class. We never really got to talk, but I kind of admired her. She seemed like she always had something on her mind, and I wanted to…" she glances at you, blushes, and looks like she's rethinking her words. "...to get to know her better. But it just never seemed like the right time. I had clubs, she went straight home, and aside from that she always seemed so distant, distracted; I never felt confident enough to pull her away from that."
You feel your stomach tighten, even though you're not even sure you still have a stomach. "Well, why not now?"
She smiles bitterly, tears forming again. "Three days ago, she got run over by a car. She was leaving the city library with her head in the clouds, and some drunk skipped the corner and plowed right over her, from what I heard."
Your heart seems to implode, and you unconsciously finger the sleeve of your dress. That was you, you know it. And it hits you where you've seen her before - The back of the class, a silent and shy beauty you'd sometimes catch staring at you, though she always looked away as soon as you noticed.
In the present she's not done, choking out words even as she cries harder. She's trying desperately to rub the tears away with the sleeves of her hoodie, only to leave liquefied makeup and snot smeared all over; she doesn't seem to care. "What the hell is wrong with me? I didn't even know her, not really. She could have been a completely horrible person… or someone wonderful. And if- if it had been anyone else in our class, I would be sad, sure… but not like this." She takes several wavery breaths, forcing herself to calm down and failing miserably. As she continues, her voice rises in pitch and her words blend together, almost hysterical. "Her funeral was today, and I couldn't even bring myself to come, I just stayed in here crying for hours. Why can't I make myself get over this random girl I never even talked to because I was too much of a coward, why does this hurt me so much, what is wrong with me!?"
Before you can react, she hurls herself backwards into her bed, curling up around a stuffed animal and hugging it so tight you're frightened it may burst. After a long minute of silence, her breathing heavy and slow now, she resumes speaking in her defeated tone from earlier. "That shadow person came to me a week ago, before any of this happened, and offered me the chance to become a magical girl. I thought it was a joke at first, some elaborate smoke and mirrors to make them look like that. Then they doored me through to Paris, France for an hour, and I was convinced. I didn't understand it, but they said I had the chance to save people's lives, do some good in the world. They were also upfront with the risks, though, and said that since none of the other candidates seemed interested, I would likely be going it alone… so I said no."
You set a hand on her shoulder, feeling useless to help as her tears continue to flow. "After she died… I still said no. Yesterday, I said no again. And then today, after I missed the funeral, they came again, and I told them yes. That I accept. That I want to do this. I said that I don't want anyone else to have to feel this way, not if I could prevent it… but honestly, I think I just wanted to do something, anything else. To distract myself and forget all about her. That they then said someone else had chosen to join, so I'd actually have someone else to help me… that was just a bonus."
She scoffs more than laughs, a harsh bark filled with self-loathing. "How selfish can I get? I could have done this a week ago, but it took this for me to get some damn perspective. And then you come along, looking just like her, and it's like the universe is… playing some sick prank, or trying to tell me something, or… I don't know. I don't understand, but she's like a phantom, finding new ways to haunt me when I still don't know why I care so damn much in the first place."
She sits up, looking you in the eyes before hugging herself again. Her mascara is in tatters by now, leaving trails down her cheeks, and the dark circles under her eyes seem even darker now. "Please don't take that the wrong way. I… don't want to try to replace her with you. It's not fair to her memory… and it's not fair to you, either. If… If I do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, please tell me. Stop me. I just can't trust myself right now. And… please don't hold it against me." You nod quietly, hiding the confusion of feelings roiling in your gut.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spill all of that, especially not on you. You must think I'm such a creep… Who knows, maybe I am." And suddenly she smiles, crying again even as she laughs. "I just realized… I never even got your name. I'm Kazane Midori. Who are you?"
What do you do?
> Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
> Lie. Lie hard.
-> (Your name is ___ and…)
--> Write-In
---> (You're a recent transfer student to the other high school. The resemblance to this other girl she knew is an unfortunate coincidence.)
---> (You think that girl is your ___, who just died under the same circumstances and had her funeral today.)
----> Cousin
----> Twin Sister
> Flee. (You can't handle this right now. Turn invisible and get out through the window as soon as she looks away.)
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- Location
- Florida
[X] Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
I want to see what happens. Plus this situation is pretty serious and getting caught in a lie sounds like a bad idea down the road.
I want to see what happens. Plus this situation is pretty serious and getting caught in a lie sounds like a bad idea down the road.
Khona Moshr
Pink Flamingo Cabal Healer(they/them)
- Location
- Alabama
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
...Well, that escalated quickly.
[X] Flee. (You can't handle this right now. Turn invisible and get out through the window as soon as she looks away.)
[X] Flee. (You can't handle this right now. Turn invisible and get out through the window as soon as she looks away.)
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- Location
- England. Tea and scones, wot wot!
[X] Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
-[X] "...Err... I may slightly be Kikuko's ghost? I mean I am Kikuko but I'm also a ghost, but I'm only a ghost because they were running out of magical girls so they started asking dead people?"
--[X] Frantically apologise for making things so awkward and possibly traumatising her or whatever we've done.
-[X] "...Err... I may slightly be Kikuko's ghost? I mean I am Kikuko but I'm also a ghost, but I'm only a ghost because they were running out of magical girls so they started asking dead people?"
--[X] Frantically apologise for making things so awkward and possibly traumatising her or whatever we've done.
mCooperative
meanderingCephalopod
- Location
- Back in Mitakihara after like 1000 years.
[X] Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
Communication is key. This is... kinda why I was leaning toward wanting to have this talk now. Heavy, heavy conversation now... but having her going around thinking we're really dead, that she's just projecting a load of crap on her new teammate, feeling awful about it- when really, we're right here... Moreover, when it seems like we're not even missing any memories, just, we never had the chance to get to know this girl...
I don't want to do that to her and then have it all come out later. Particularly don't want to lie to her face. There leads the path of "What, were you just mocking me? Having a laugh, ha-ha, lonely stalker girl mourning over someone they never knew, pathetic? And here I thought maybe we were friends-" and all that. I've seen that storyline before.
Anyway- let's note that greenguca never actually told us the name of her classmate. That means, we introduce ourself by name, and she can't just say we're jerking her chain about that. Well, I mean, she can accuse us of stalking her for the information. But that's gonna break down more quickly than not, all things considered. So. There's that.
Communication is key. This is... kinda why I was leaning toward wanting to have this talk now. Heavy, heavy conversation now... but having her going around thinking we're really dead, that she's just projecting a load of crap on her new teammate, feeling awful about it- when really, we're right here... Moreover, when it seems like we're not even missing any memories, just, we never had the chance to get to know this girl...
I don't want to do that to her and then have it all come out later. Particularly don't want to lie to her face. There leads the path of "What, were you just mocking me? Having a laugh, ha-ha, lonely stalker girl mourning over someone they never knew, pathetic? And here I thought maybe we were friends-" and all that. I've seen that storyline before.
Anyway- let's note that greenguca never actually told us the name of her classmate. That means, we introduce ourself by name, and she can't just say we're jerking her chain about that. Well, I mean, she can accuse us of stalking her for the information. But that's gonna break down more quickly than not, all things considered. So. There's that.
- Location
- Head in the clouds
[X] Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
-[X] Thank her for caring that you were gone. (A lot of people were perfunctory at the funeral)
-[X] Thank her for caring that you were gone. (A lot of people were perfunctory at the funeral)
- Location
- On a Journey Through The Decade
[X] Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
-[X] Thank her for caring that you were gone. (A lot of people were perfunctory at the funeral)
Lies are hard to maintain long term, so it's better to tell the truth as soon as possible. On top of that, this poor girl is dealing with some pretty heavy stuff, which we might be able to completely fix by just telling her this. If there's anything that PMMM taught me about magical girls; is that the greatest dangers to them come from social and interpersonal problems (which I assume is because they're all teenage girls). So nipping this flower of guilt and self-loathing in the bud as soon as possible sounds like a great idea to me.
-[X] Thank her for caring that you were gone. (A lot of people were perfunctory at the funeral)
Lies are hard to maintain long term, so it's better to tell the truth as soon as possible. On top of that, this poor girl is dealing with some pretty heavy stuff, which we might be able to completely fix by just telling her this. If there's anything that PMMM taught me about magical girls; is that the greatest dangers to them come from social and interpersonal problems (which I assume is because they're all teenage girls). So nipping this flower of guilt and self-loathing in the bud as soon as possible sounds like a great idea to me.
Unseelie
(Verified True Fae)
- Location
- Tír fo Thuinn
I mean ... we are.
mCooperative
meanderingCephalopod
- Location
- Back in Mitakihara after like 1000 years.
Hush now, gone-dead not dead-dead.
To adapt the actual phrase- People die two deaths, when they stop breathing and when they're at last forgotten. I guess we'll actually have a third, in between there somewhere.
Unseelie
(Verified True Fae)
- Location
- Tír fo Thuinn
Or, if we're very unlucky, after the other two.
[X] Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
-[X] "...Err... I may slightly be Kikuko's ghost? I mean I am Kikuko but I'm also a ghost, but I'm only a ghost because they were running out of magical girls so they started asking dead people?"
--[X] Frantically apologise for making things so awkward and possibly traumatising her or whatever we've done.
-[X] "...Err... I may slightly be Kikuko's ghost? I mean I am Kikuko but I'm also a ghost, but I'm only a ghost because they were running out of magical girls so they started asking dead people?"
--[X] Frantically apologise for making things so awkward and possibly traumatising her or whatever we've done.
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Combine the votes!
[X] Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
-[X] Thank her for caring that you were gone. (A lot of people were perfunctory at the funeral)
--[X] "...Err... I may slightly be Kikuko's ghost? I mean I am Kikuko but I'm also a ghost, but I'm only a ghost because they were running out of magical girls so they started asking dead people?"
---[X] Frantically apologise for making things so awkward and possibly traumatising her or whatever we've done.
Also
I mentioned this quest to a friend, and they said it sounded a lot like Danny Phantom
A comparison I never would have thought of, but it makes way too much sense.
[X] Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
-[X] Thank her for caring that you were gone. (A lot of people were perfunctory at the funeral)
--[X] "...Err... I may slightly be Kikuko's ghost? I mean I am Kikuko but I'm also a ghost, but I'm only a ghost because they were running out of magical girls so they started asking dead people?"
---[X] Frantically apologise for making things so awkward and possibly traumatising her or whatever we've done.
Also
I mentioned this quest to a friend, and they said it sounded a lot like Danny Phantom
A comparison I never would have thought of, but it makes way too much sense.
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NuclearConsensus
Herald of the Thorned One
- Location
- the Philippines
[X] Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
-[X] Thank her for caring that you were gone. (A lot of people were perfunctory at the funeral)
--[X] "...Err... I may slightly be Kikuko's ghost? I mean I am Kikuko but I'm also a ghost, but I'm only a ghost because they were running out of magical girls so they started asking dead people?"
---[X] Frantically apologise for making things so awkward and possibly traumatising her or whatever we've done.
-[X] Thank her for caring that you were gone. (A lot of people were perfunctory at the funeral)
--[X] "...Err... I may slightly be Kikuko's ghost? I mean I am Kikuko but I'm also a ghost, but I'm only a ghost because they were running out of magical girls so they started asking dead people?"
---[X] Frantically apologise for making things so awkward and possibly traumatising her or whatever we've done.
[X] Tell the truth. (Explain that you're Yukimura Kikuko, and you're a ghost.)
--[X] Thank her for caring that you were gone. (A lot of people were perfunctory at the funeral)
--[X] "...Err... I may slightly be Kikuko's ghost? I mean I am Kikuko but I'm also a ghost, but I'm only a ghost because they were running out of magical girls so they started asking dead people?"
---[X] Frantically apologise for making things so awkward and possibly traumatising her or whatever we've done.
--[X] Thank her for caring that you were gone. (A lot of people were perfunctory at the funeral)
--[X] "...Err... I may slightly be Kikuko's ghost? I mean I am Kikuko but I'm also a ghost, but I'm only a ghost because they were running out of magical girls so they started asking dead people?"
---[X] Frantically apologise for making things so awkward and possibly traumatising her or whatever we've done.