- Location
- USA
That's better than where my mind went upon hearing the name Raven.
Magical Girl Phantom Ascension
- Thread starter SpoopyGhost
- Start date
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That's better than where my mind went upon hearing the name Raven.
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
That was my second choice, if I'm being completely honest.That's better than where my mind went upon hearing the name Raven.
[X] Practice 'haunting' the school.
- Location
- Clockwork Citadel
[X] Practice 'haunting' the school
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Did some crappy fanart sketches, thought I might share.
SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
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SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I am happy to announce that after being unable to access my computer altogether during the past few days, full access has been restored and I will be able to use it on the weekends again, freeing up time to engage better and write the updates. I'll be maintaining the new schedule as laid out a few posts above, but this will make that easier to handle.
If you had, Death would have looked poorly on you being a cheap knockoff.
Hmm?
You are a man of culture. Never forget that.
Not murdering or maiming the monster by accident is a good place to start; you're doing decently on that front thus far.
That's fair.
I just wanted to say thank you for this post, and similar subsequent ones. That the quest is inspiring this kind of in-depth consideration is incredibly gratifying.
The hair colors are almost all natural; hers certainly is. Generally I'm aiming for the mundane-world side of things to be fairly realistic, but I did permit myself this small indulgence.
I have only vaguely heard of both, but they sound like they would appeal to my interests. Would you endorse watching them, or would I be better off steering clear?
Without going into specifics, I just want to say that I have no intention of going that dark.
Also the worry that detransforming prior to jumping out the window may prove painful. She's yet unclear on how much of her durability comes from the transformation and how much comes from her deceased status.
Yes. That was bad and you should feel bad.
I like it. I imagined the vest portion being longer, and having the side-slit twist around to a front opening was unexpected, but I like the effect, to the point of revising my mental images. We'll have to discuss that Naginata design, though, and if there's any way to convey the transparency at the end of the sleeves and bottom of the skirt, and the vest part is also supposed to have a hood in back. Still, I'm flattered; thank you.
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ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
And then you give me so much shrek for doing the same thing in my quest?
I haven't seen much of Danny Phantom myself, but I've heard pretty consistently good things about it, so there's that. Dunno much about the second one, though.
I hope that as the writer, you at least know.
Pls no bulli
Could you PM me with a more detailed description of Midori's dress? I want to try to tackle hers, too, but I'm not clear on exactly what you had in mind with that one.
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Unseelie
(Verified True Fae)
- Location
- Tír fo Thuinn
It has been a while since I asked that question...
Anyway I googled AMA and you probably meant "Ask Me Anything"? Back then I thought it was a specific thing and Death just said she'd start with it only to never mention it again.
- Location
- USA
Danny Phantom is fairly decent. Kid gets ghost powers from an invention his ghost obsessed parents made and goes on to fight the ghost of the week with his two friends. It's got some memorable characters and some good plotlines. I'd recommend it.
Yu Yu Hakusho follows a delinquent in his adventures dealing with the spirit world. He dies trying to save a child from getting run over by a car and, as his death was unexpected, gets an offer to be bought back to life in exchange for working for the afterlife. It's one of the best Shonen anime/manga out there, and deals with a lot of real life themes. I'd put it in my top 5 and would wholeheartedly recommend it.
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1O - Back To School
SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
After a long moment of consideration, you decide you're not quite ready to call it a night just yet… and you want to try to figure some other things out as well.
The walk to school, comfortable by day, becomes strange at night. The lights downtown are reflected off lower clouds that recently rolled in, creating a burning citrine glow that bathes the sky but fails to reach the ground; the end result is the dark outlines of familiar homes and buildings framed against the glaring orange. A feral cat dashes across the road, startling you, and you find yourself watching the darkness warily. Your paranoia builds and builds until it reaches a peak, suddenly reminding you that you're likely the most spooky thing in the vicinity... If only it actually felt that way.
Soon enough, you arrive at the school, locked up and dark at this hour. You first spend some time doing a circle of the outside, trying to find any back entrances that may somehow still be open even now, but that proves as fruitless as you knew it would be.
So you return to the front doors, pushing against them and trying as hard as you can to will yourself into intangibility. All you succeed in doing is making strange faces for several minutes, and in the end your wrists hurt from the force you applied.
Hmm.
After a quick glance around to ensure nobody's around to witness, you transform into Magical Girl form and try again, hoping it'll somehow make you more… magical. Unfortunately, this strategy doesn't net you any better results. So you detransform again, and try to focus on your ring. And then you try thinking about the fact that you're dead, and what your grave looked like. And then…
You lack a timepiece to give you an exact number, but it feels like at least an hour has passed by the time you finally give up, slumping down against the door, exhausted. And for the first time today, you let yourself stop thinking. Everything; your death, your new job, the stranger and the reaper, your family, the monster and the man inside, Midori and her strange distress; all of it fades away temporarily. You're tired and sore, but in the brief numbness you also feel… peaceful. Like when you were alive, when your biggest concerns were homework and a particularly tough stage in one of your games, and your perceptions of reality weren't being torn down every five minutes. It's a nice feeling.
When you open your eyes again, you're looking up at the ceiling. You're flat on your back, having fallen through the door, and it's still halfway through your torso. You quickly scramble for purchase and pull yourself the rest of the way through, panicking in fear of a sudden bisection that never comes. Your hands sink a little into the floor as you do this, but there thankfully seems to be a limit keeping you from falling through, and you're able to get back to your feet.
You're in the main entrance area, with several benches and shoe cupboards. Usually lit by sunlight through the high windows, it's unnerving now, the murky darkness impenetrable even to your light-starved eyes. The windows on the opposite end at least provide a trickle of the orange glow from outside, but it does little to help.
After a moment of blind stumbling, you finally get fed up and transform again, (It's almost alarming how, amidst everything else, this is becoming increasingly natural to you.) creating another glowing streamer from your weapon to illuminate the space.
Instinctively, you make your way to your shoelocker, unlocking the combination. It's empty already as you suspected, but you can't stop from feeling disappointed. Fortunately, you weren't in the habit of storing personal effects there like some of your classmates, so you weren't at risk of losing anything, but it also makes you wonder what you were expecting. Maybe a love letter? You quash the thought immediately, mentally scoffing at yourself for entertaining such an arrogant, unlikely notion. You wouldn't even know what to do if you got one, and that was before the matter of your death. You always had your art and dresses on your mind anyway, and it wasn't like anyone else even cared about you to begin with…
The image of Midori staring at you from the back of class flashes to mind, but you immediately quash that too. You don't even know her too well; perhaps it would best to just pretend for now that you heard nothing.
Anyway. You slam the shoelocker shut again, sighing in sudden melancholy. It's still sinking in, but you're closer to realizing the meaning. This is just another reminder that you're not part of this life anymore. Trapped instead in this strange limbo, no longer alive but not quite dead either. An unfortunate limbo with blood-red skies shining through the windows…
"Thinking you lost something, or just feeling nostalgic?" You whirl to find a familiar figure sitting on the bench opposite you. Despite her amused tone, her expression is more downbeat, even pitying. "I'm sorry, for what it's worth. I had no power over the circumstances of your death, but leaving you here like this, even if for a good cause… I didn't think of how much of a torment it must be. The souls I ferry tend to miss home as well, but I suppose it's a blessing, in a way, that they must move on so soon. So for that, I apologize."
A flash of irritation hits you and subsides as quick as it came, and you reluctantly accept the sincerity in her words. "It's… fine. It's better off for everything this way, right? At least my stupid death will have some meaning." Your words sound hollow and you both know it, so you do your best to inject some cheer into your tone. "Anyway, what brings you here?"
Death gives you a concerned look, but soon follows suit in hiding her clear misgivings. "Well for one thing, I wanted to compliment you on your new duds; I didn't get to see them last time." She reaches out to finger the hem of your wide sleeves, where the shiny purple transitions gradually and seamlessly into a translucent seafoam shade, with a cloudy look surprisingly similar to the light trail you created. "So this is what they look like for you. I'm kind of envious, almost." She casts a wry glance at the hellish skies outside. "I could never pull the look off, myself, but I love picking up people dressed with color. Soldiers are the worst with all that drab camouflage, but even outside of that, people tend not to dress their best for dying… unless they got killed at a costume party or something."
She sits back up and clears her throat slightly, suddenly remembering herself. "But that's not what I'm really here about. There's actually something I wanted to ask you to help me with taking care of, just upstairs here. It may be dangerous to even attempt to tackle until you've got more experience, but also isn't too urgent. It would be better to take care of sooner rather than later, but it shouldn't start directly affecting the living world for at least another week or two, by my estimate. Doing it would also be separate from my earlier offer, too; it won't lock you into helping with my other requests, so you could do this and still turn me down on everything else, if that's what you decide. Just wanted to let you know now."
The fact that she seems to be skirting around explaining what the request actually entails has you on edge, but you decide to consider your options.
How will you respond?
> I'll do it now. (Better to get it out of the way sooner than later.)
> Not just yet. (I want to make sure I know what I'm doing first.)
> No, period. (Something smells fishy about this; better steer clear.)
The walk to school, comfortable by day, becomes strange at night. The lights downtown are reflected off lower clouds that recently rolled in, creating a burning citrine glow that bathes the sky but fails to reach the ground; the end result is the dark outlines of familiar homes and buildings framed against the glaring orange. A feral cat dashes across the road, startling you, and you find yourself watching the darkness warily. Your paranoia builds and builds until it reaches a peak, suddenly reminding you that you're likely the most spooky thing in the vicinity... If only it actually felt that way.
Soon enough, you arrive at the school, locked up and dark at this hour. You first spend some time doing a circle of the outside, trying to find any back entrances that may somehow still be open even now, but that proves as fruitless as you knew it would be.
So you return to the front doors, pushing against them and trying as hard as you can to will yourself into intangibility. All you succeed in doing is making strange faces for several minutes, and in the end your wrists hurt from the force you applied.
Hmm.
After a quick glance around to ensure nobody's around to witness, you transform into Magical Girl form and try again, hoping it'll somehow make you more… magical. Unfortunately, this strategy doesn't net you any better results. So you detransform again, and try to focus on your ring. And then you try thinking about the fact that you're dead, and what your grave looked like. And then…
You lack a timepiece to give you an exact number, but it feels like at least an hour has passed by the time you finally give up, slumping down against the door, exhausted. And for the first time today, you let yourself stop thinking. Everything; your death, your new job, the stranger and the reaper, your family, the monster and the man inside, Midori and her strange distress; all of it fades away temporarily. You're tired and sore, but in the brief numbness you also feel… peaceful. Like when you were alive, when your biggest concerns were homework and a particularly tough stage in one of your games, and your perceptions of reality weren't being torn down every five minutes. It's a nice feeling.
When you open your eyes again, you're looking up at the ceiling. You're flat on your back, having fallen through the door, and it's still halfway through your torso. You quickly scramble for purchase and pull yourself the rest of the way through, panicking in fear of a sudden bisection that never comes. Your hands sink a little into the floor as you do this, but there thankfully seems to be a limit keeping you from falling through, and you're able to get back to your feet.
You're in the main entrance area, with several benches and shoe cupboards. Usually lit by sunlight through the high windows, it's unnerving now, the murky darkness impenetrable even to your light-starved eyes. The windows on the opposite end at least provide a trickle of the orange glow from outside, but it does little to help.
After a moment of blind stumbling, you finally get fed up and transform again, (It's almost alarming how, amidst everything else, this is becoming increasingly natural to you.) creating another glowing streamer from your weapon to illuminate the space.
Instinctively, you make your way to your shoelocker, unlocking the combination. It's empty already as you suspected, but you can't stop from feeling disappointed. Fortunately, you weren't in the habit of storing personal effects there like some of your classmates, so you weren't at risk of losing anything, but it also makes you wonder what you were expecting. Maybe a love letter? You quash the thought immediately, mentally scoffing at yourself for entertaining such an arrogant, unlikely notion. You wouldn't even know what to do if you got one, and that was before the matter of your death. You always had your art and dresses on your mind anyway, and it wasn't like anyone else even cared about you to begin with…
The image of Midori staring at you from the back of class flashes to mind, but you immediately quash that too. You don't even know her too well; perhaps it would best to just pretend for now that you heard nothing.
Anyway. You slam the shoelocker shut again, sighing in sudden melancholy. It's still sinking in, but you're closer to realizing the meaning. This is just another reminder that you're not part of this life anymore. Trapped instead in this strange limbo, no longer alive but not quite dead either. An unfortunate limbo with blood-red skies shining through the windows…
"Thinking you lost something, or just feeling nostalgic?" You whirl to find a familiar figure sitting on the bench opposite you. Despite her amused tone, her expression is more downbeat, even pitying. "I'm sorry, for what it's worth. I had no power over the circumstances of your death, but leaving you here like this, even if for a good cause… I didn't think of how much of a torment it must be. The souls I ferry tend to miss home as well, but I suppose it's a blessing, in a way, that they must move on so soon. So for that, I apologize."
A flash of irritation hits you and subsides as quick as it came, and you reluctantly accept the sincerity in her words. "It's… fine. It's better off for everything this way, right? At least my stupid death will have some meaning." Your words sound hollow and you both know it, so you do your best to inject some cheer into your tone. "Anyway, what brings you here?"
Death gives you a concerned look, but soon follows suit in hiding her clear misgivings. "Well for one thing, I wanted to compliment you on your new duds; I didn't get to see them last time." She reaches out to finger the hem of your wide sleeves, where the shiny purple transitions gradually and seamlessly into a translucent seafoam shade, with a cloudy look surprisingly similar to the light trail you created. "So this is what they look like for you. I'm kind of envious, almost." She casts a wry glance at the hellish skies outside. "I could never pull the look off, myself, but I love picking up people dressed with color. Soldiers are the worst with all that drab camouflage, but even outside of that, people tend not to dress their best for dying… unless they got killed at a costume party or something."
She sits back up and clears her throat slightly, suddenly remembering herself. "But that's not what I'm really here about. There's actually something I wanted to ask you to help me with taking care of, just upstairs here. It may be dangerous to even attempt to tackle until you've got more experience, but also isn't too urgent. It would be better to take care of sooner rather than later, but it shouldn't start directly affecting the living world for at least another week or two, by my estimate. Doing it would also be separate from my earlier offer, too; it won't lock you into helping with my other requests, so you could do this and still turn me down on everything else, if that's what you decide. Just wanted to let you know now."
The fact that she seems to be skirting around explaining what the request actually entails has you on edge, but you decide to consider your options.
How will you respond?
> I'll do it now. (Better to get it out of the way sooner than later.)
> Not just yet. (I want to make sure I know what I'm doing first.)
> No, period. (Something smells fishy about this; better steer clear.)
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- Location
- Florida
[X] I'll do it now. (Better to get it out of the way sooner than later.)
Well now I'm curious. Since we know that it can wait, is there anything stopping us from bailing out if it looks like we're about to die or something?
Well now I'm curious. Since we know that it can wait, is there anything stopping us from bailing out if it looks like we're about to die or something?
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Not just yet. (I want to make sure I know what I'm doing first.)
So what happened to keeping to the Tuesday-Friday schedule?
So what happened to keeping to the Tuesday-Friday schedule?
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SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Pretend it's still Friday.[X] Not just yet. (I want to make sure I know what I'm doing first.)
So what happened to keeping to the Tuesday-Friday schedule?
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Unseelie
(Verified True Fae)
- Location
- Tír fo Thuinn
[X] Not just yet. (I want to make sure I know what I'm doing first.)
I don't remember if that came up before, but interesting that we can get hurt as ghost. I wonder what happens if we get wounded, especially normally life-threatening scenarios.
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Actually, IIRC she said earlier that she gets all the ghosts as soon as possible, so there shouldn't be any wandering around. This doesn't sound like that...
Earlier we got dazed during the fight with the big monster bodybuilder guy, but didn't seem to take any real damage. I wonder what that means. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Unseelie
(Verified True Fae)
- Location
- Tír fo Thuinn
That was in magical girl form though, no?
Dark Lord Potato
Aspiring OverLord from Canada
- Location
- Ottawa, Ontario
[X] Not just yet. (I want to make sure I know what I'm doing first.)
Is write-in's an option here? I'd like to ask for more information before going in.
Is write-in's an option here? I'd like to ask for more information before going in.
- Location
- Clockwork Citadel
[X] I'll do it now. (Better to get it out of the way sooner than later.)
OffBrandANON
eldritch horror, pink flamingo
- Location
- California, USA
- Pronouns
- She/Her/They/Them
[X] I'll do it now. (Better to get it out of the way sooner than later.)
i would ask for more information first normally, but i currently trust her.
i would ask for more information first normally, but i currently trust her.
- Location
- Germany
[X] I'll do it now. (Better to get it out of the way sooner than later.)
Should have figured that Death's too bussy to just hang out for a friendly chat. Might as well look at it now, before our schedule gets filled out by other problems.
Should have figured that Death's too bussy to just hang out for a friendly chat. Might as well look at it now, before our schedule gets filled out by other problems.
- Location
- USA
[X] I'll do it now. (Better to get it out of the way sooner than later.)