obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
[X] Accept her offer (Well, if it's just more ghost-hunting like this, it should be fine. It was scary, but ultimately wasn't that intense…)
Magical Girl Phantom Ascension
- Thread starter SpoopyGhost
- Start date
- Original
mCooperative
meanderingCephalopod
- Location
- Back in Mitakihara after like 1000 years.
[X] Delay further (You're too tired to make an important decision like this just yet. You're still adjusting to everything as it is…)
OffBrandANON
eldritch horror, pink flamingo
- Location
- California, USA
- Pronouns
- She/Her/They/Them
[X] Accept her offer (Well, if it's just more ghost-hunting like this, it should be fine. It was scary, but ultimately wasn't that intense…)
[X] Accept her offer (Well, if it's just more ghost-hunting like this, it should be fine. It was scary, but ultimately wasn't that intense…)
Scify
It always starts with a lighthouse.
I'm not against helping for the sake of helping, but it's not much of an offer if she's not actually promised us anything. More like an extra, unpaid task.
[X] Accept her offer (Well, if it's just more ghost-hunting like this, it should be fine. It was scary, but ultimately wasn't that intense…)
- Location
- Head in the clouds
So important notes from the fight our light barriers can form characters.
That's must be where our high versatility comes from. Something to think about and practice.
So with the missing Yellow ring,
I think they're the leader ring.
If you look at the color selection it's red, orange, yellow green blue purple and pink. Move Pink to the far side of red and yellow is the middle color.
Also all our options which were the colors except yellow follow the pattern of one high stat one low and one medium.
There are only six possibilities. Yellow quite possibly has either one low two high stats or one high and two medium stats.
No weaknesses or two strengths.
And if the Stranger goes and talks with our parents without warning us about it - I'm all for letting them fumble for not thinking through the "parents of a child they just buried yesterday" thing
That's must be where our high versatility comes from. Something to think about and practice.
So with the missing Yellow ring,
I think they're the leader ring.
If you look at the color selection it's red, orange, yellow green blue purple and pink. Move Pink to the far side of red and yellow is the middle color.
Also all our options which were the colors except yellow follow the pattern of one high stat one low and one medium.
There are only six possibilities. Yellow quite possibly has either one low two high stats or one high and two medium stats.
No weaknesses or two strengths.
And if the Stranger goes and talks with our parents without warning us about it - I'm all for letting them fumble for not thinking through the "parents of a child they just buried yesterday" thing
Ultramandalore
Errant Quester
- Location
- just south of Parts Unknown
[X] Accept her offer (Well, if it's just more ghost-hunting like this, it should be fine. It was scary, but ultimately wasn't that intense…)
SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Inserted tally - Voting is locked
1S - Culture Shock
SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
You mull it over for a few moments, but the conclusion seems fairly clear. "What's the harm? I'll do it. Not right now, if you don't mind, but whenever you need me…"
She smiles and claps her hands. "I'm really glad to hear that. I'm still sorry for all the experimentation, but this will be a huge help. Thank you!"
You shrug. "It's fine. More stuff to fill the time, now that I'm… you know."
She tilts her head in concern, but nods understandingly. "At any rate, I'll be sure to make it worth your while, too. My ability to impact the world of the living may be limited, but if you need help or advice or something, or just someone to talk to, I'm here anytime. I may have let you go so I could have a helping hand, but if that's alright with you, I'd like to think we can be friends now as well."
You feel your eye twitch for some reason, but do your best to play it cool. "Uh, I don't mind…"
"Excellent. And… thank you." She extends a hand toward you, beaming happily, and you hesitantly shake it. Your grip is somewhat limp, but she doesn't seem to notice.
After that, you're once again deposited into the empty clubroom, (less gloomy-feeling now that the corrupted soul is gone) and after detransforming, set about returning the desks and canvases to their original locations. The desk you accidentally destroyed earlier, you push into a far back corner in the vain hope nobody will notice. Hopefully once it's inevitably discovered, it'll be chalked up to vandals or something.
From there you spend a good while trying to walk through the wall again, but no matter how much you strain or focus, you can't get through. The door's locked, too. It's only when you're leaning against the window, wondering if one of the handful of still-lit windows in the neighborhood is Midori's, that you suddenly find yourself plunging through and to the sidewalk far below.
Owwwww.
It hurts just as much as you'd expect a fourth-story drop to, (a lot) but you stand up to find yourself visibly undamaged. This is going to take some getting used to… though maybe it's better that you don't; even if it doesn't affect you the same way anymore, pain is still painful.
After that, it's a short but achy walk back to your house, and a long time spent trying to figure out how to get in. You still have no idea how to control your phasing through things, so you ultimately opt to try to find a window to sneak into. At this point you're too exhausted to feel weird about breaking into your own home like some robber; just irritated by your parents' dedication to making sure all the windows are closed up properly.
You do finally find an entrance in the small slot window to the laundry room, left hanging open just enough for you to pry it the rest of the way, and slip through, grateful for your petite figure. It's still an awkward fit, and you land with a clang on top of the dryer, but it works. After several tense moments spent waiting and listening in case your oh-so-graceful landing woke anybody up, you carefully lower yourself to the floor, slip through the door, and slither upstairs into your room.
The surroundings are mostly unchanged from when you visited earlier in the evening, but you notice that some of your sketches on the desk have been sifted through, and your mom's perfume hangs in the air. She must have been in here earlier. Your heart aches, but you quickly smother the feeling. What can you do at this point, somehow suddenly stop being dead?
...
It suddenly hits you like a freight train, shattering the emotional autopilot you've been on all night, and you begin giggling. A little bit at first, but it gradually increases in pitch and volume until you're laughing hysterically, at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. "I'm dead!" you cry out gleefully, throwing your hands up to the ceiling in an expression of pointlessness. "I'm a freaking ghost now! I can walk through walls and shoot sparkly lasers now, isn't that amazing? And… get this, I'm friends with the grim reaper, and know a creepy shadow person who's actually just a complete moron! Hahahaha! There's some girl I barely knew existed who gives more of a damn about me than the rest of the school put together! I beat the crap out of a giant muscle monster and some spooky blob of blackness!" You're wheezing now, bent over and slapping your knee; it's all just too much.
You spring to your feet with an unhinged grin, and charge into your brother's room across the hall, jumping with all your might to land on the end of his futon with a massive FWUMP. He instantly shoots upright, staring through you with a terrified expression. "GUESS WHAT?!" you scream madly into his face, knowing he can't hear any of it, "I'M DEAD NOW! THIS IS MY NEW LIFE! Or… death, I suppose… THIS IS MY DEATH! I MET SOME GIRL WHO'S ALSO GOT SOME SERIOUS ISSUES, AND TOGETHER WE FIGHT CRIME! WHAT IS THIS? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? I WANT TO GET OFF THIS WILD RIDE, PLEASE!!!"
Blinking blearily, he slumps back down and turns over, muttering about 'stupid nightmares.' By this point, though, you're already dancing back over to your room, slamming his door shut on the way, and begin twirling across your futon while laughing maniacally. "I can walk through walls but I can't live my liiife" you chant in a sing-song voice, staring at nothing in particular.
The sudden burst of energy abruptly sucks away faster than it arrived, and you fall backward onto the soft bedding. Your feet are by your pillow while your head is at the bottom; the ceiling looks simultaneously comfortingly familiar, yet also alien and strange, that which you know warped into incomprehensibility by a new perspective. Just like your life in that regard, you suppose.
You sit up and curl into a ball, rocking a little bit. "This is all just some strange dream, and I'm going to wake up tomorrow to find none of this happened." Now you understand how Midori must have felt, at least a little bit. "This was all a dream and I'm going to wake up like normal and piss off my brother like normal and go to school like normal and avoid anyone with green hair." You keep repeating it, until you almost believe it, and the words lose all meaning and become mere sounds. You're even whimpering a little, you realize.
And somewhere along the line, exhaustion takes you, and you rest.
While a recently-deceased teenager undergoes a violent existential crisis, other lives march on elsewhere…
Staring in defeat at the starry night sky, an emotionally exhausted verdette struggles to hold on to her anger...
A young woman looks down at the ring she's recently been granted, having made up her mind but still uncertain of what to expect the future may hold…
Someone snores softly, the day's work completed and waiting on their desk. They sleep with a confident smile, certain they know their life's course…
Grinning in excitement, a girl stares at the screen, unmindful of the extreme hour as she begins to tap at her keyboard. She stops to rub at her eyes, but refuses to sleep until she's finished…
Laying across her roof, someone else watches the night sky without seeing it, just feeling the beating of her heart and the storm that's been raging within for years…
And atop a skyscraper far far away to the south, a distorted figure spies a flash of orange on the horizon. A hazy colored shape hovers over one shoulder, whispering that this is the third. In the time it will take to reach the city, all will likely be ready. The figure lithely slips off the edge, and begins journeying. The hunt has begun.
She smiles and claps her hands. "I'm really glad to hear that. I'm still sorry for all the experimentation, but this will be a huge help. Thank you!"
You shrug. "It's fine. More stuff to fill the time, now that I'm… you know."
She tilts her head in concern, but nods understandingly. "At any rate, I'll be sure to make it worth your while, too. My ability to impact the world of the living may be limited, but if you need help or advice or something, or just someone to talk to, I'm here anytime. I may have let you go so I could have a helping hand, but if that's alright with you, I'd like to think we can be friends now as well."
You feel your eye twitch for some reason, but do your best to play it cool. "Uh, I don't mind…"
"Excellent. And… thank you." She extends a hand toward you, beaming happily, and you hesitantly shake it. Your grip is somewhat limp, but she doesn't seem to notice.
After that, you're once again deposited into the empty clubroom, (less gloomy-feeling now that the corrupted soul is gone) and after detransforming, set about returning the desks and canvases to their original locations. The desk you accidentally destroyed earlier, you push into a far back corner in the vain hope nobody will notice. Hopefully once it's inevitably discovered, it'll be chalked up to vandals or something.
From there you spend a good while trying to walk through the wall again, but no matter how much you strain or focus, you can't get through. The door's locked, too. It's only when you're leaning against the window, wondering if one of the handful of still-lit windows in the neighborhood is Midori's, that you suddenly find yourself plunging through and to the sidewalk far below.
Owwwww.
It hurts just as much as you'd expect a fourth-story drop to, (a lot) but you stand up to find yourself visibly undamaged. This is going to take some getting used to… though maybe it's better that you don't; even if it doesn't affect you the same way anymore, pain is still painful.
After that, it's a short but achy walk back to your house, and a long time spent trying to figure out how to get in. You still have no idea how to control your phasing through things, so you ultimately opt to try to find a window to sneak into. At this point you're too exhausted to feel weird about breaking into your own home like some robber; just irritated by your parents' dedication to making sure all the windows are closed up properly.
You do finally find an entrance in the small slot window to the laundry room, left hanging open just enough for you to pry it the rest of the way, and slip through, grateful for your petite figure. It's still an awkward fit, and you land with a clang on top of the dryer, but it works. After several tense moments spent waiting and listening in case your oh-so-graceful landing woke anybody up, you carefully lower yourself to the floor, slip through the door, and slither upstairs into your room.
The surroundings are mostly unchanged from when you visited earlier in the evening, but you notice that some of your sketches on the desk have been sifted through, and your mom's perfume hangs in the air. She must have been in here earlier. Your heart aches, but you quickly smother the feeling. What can you do at this point, somehow suddenly stop being dead?
...
It suddenly hits you like a freight train, shattering the emotional autopilot you've been on all night, and you begin giggling. A little bit at first, but it gradually increases in pitch and volume until you're laughing hysterically, at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. "I'm dead!" you cry out gleefully, throwing your hands up to the ceiling in an expression of pointlessness. "I'm a freaking ghost now! I can walk through walls and shoot sparkly lasers now, isn't that amazing? And… get this, I'm friends with the grim reaper, and know a creepy shadow person who's actually just a complete moron! Hahahaha! There's some girl I barely knew existed who gives more of a damn about me than the rest of the school put together! I beat the crap out of a giant muscle monster and some spooky blob of blackness!" You're wheezing now, bent over and slapping your knee; it's all just too much.
You spring to your feet with an unhinged grin, and charge into your brother's room across the hall, jumping with all your might to land on the end of his futon with a massive FWUMP. He instantly shoots upright, staring through you with a terrified expression. "GUESS WHAT?!" you scream madly into his face, knowing he can't hear any of it, "I'M DEAD NOW! THIS IS MY NEW LIFE! Or… death, I suppose… THIS IS MY DEATH! I MET SOME GIRL WHO'S ALSO GOT SOME SERIOUS ISSUES, AND TOGETHER WE FIGHT CRIME! WHAT IS THIS? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? I WANT TO GET OFF THIS WILD RIDE, PLEASE!!!"
Blinking blearily, he slumps back down and turns over, muttering about 'stupid nightmares.' By this point, though, you're already dancing back over to your room, slamming his door shut on the way, and begin twirling across your futon while laughing maniacally. "I can walk through walls but I can't live my liiife" you chant in a sing-song voice, staring at nothing in particular.
The sudden burst of energy abruptly sucks away faster than it arrived, and you fall backward onto the soft bedding. Your feet are by your pillow while your head is at the bottom; the ceiling looks simultaneously comfortingly familiar, yet also alien and strange, that which you know warped into incomprehensibility by a new perspective. Just like your life in that regard, you suppose.
You sit up and curl into a ball, rocking a little bit. "This is all just some strange dream, and I'm going to wake up tomorrow to find none of this happened." Now you understand how Midori must have felt, at least a little bit. "This was all a dream and I'm going to wake up like normal and piss off my brother like normal and go to school like normal and avoid anyone with green hair." You keep repeating it, until you almost believe it, and the words lose all meaning and become mere sounds. You're even whimpering a little, you realize.
And somewhere along the line, exhaustion takes you, and you rest.
~~~ .oO◯Oo. ~~~
While a recently-deceased teenager undergoes a violent existential crisis, other lives march on elsewhere…
Staring in defeat at the starry night sky, an emotionally exhausted verdette struggles to hold on to her anger...
A young woman looks down at the ring she's recently been granted, having made up her mind but still uncertain of what to expect the future may hold…
Someone snores softly, the day's work completed and waiting on their desk. They sleep with a confident smile, certain they know their life's course…
Grinning in excitement, a girl stares at the screen, unmindful of the extreme hour as she begins to tap at her keyboard. She stops to rub at her eyes, but refuses to sleep until she's finished…
Laying across her roof, someone else watches the night sky without seeing it, just feeling the beating of her heart and the storm that's been raging within for years…
And atop a skyscraper far far away to the south, a distorted figure spies a flash of orange on the horizon. A hazy colored shape hovers over one shoulder, whispering that this is the third. In the time it will take to reach the city, all will likely be ready. The figure lithely slips off the edge, and begins journeying. The hunt has begun.
End Of Episode 1
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Interlude - Third Incantation
SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Over vast stretches and seas of sand
My power pulses deep through the land
Upholding truth and upholding all
I'm waiting beneath to catch your fall
My power pulses deep through the land
Upholding truth and upholding all
I'm waiting beneath to catch your fall
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2A - The Morning After
SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Episode 2: Night Of The Expositing Death
You wake up to find sunlight in your face, and scramble to a seated position. It's mid-morning, you're late for school!
And then you realize you were lying upside-down in your futon, and you have a crystalline purple ring on your finger. Your heart sinks.
Looking out the window, across the rooftops in daylight again, it's even harder to believe you're a ghost now. Everything looks so… normal. You step over to your closet and open it up, wondering if you should change out of the sweater vest and skirt… though it's not like it matters; the only people who would see you are the stranger and Death, and you don't honestly care what either of them thinks of your wardrobe. Deciding there's no point in changing (and realizing doing so runs the risk of scaring people with magically floating clothes) you quietly step outside your room.
It being mid-morning, your family are likely all at school and work, but you opt to be cautious in case someone's taken leave to… mourn you. That's still uncomfortable to think about. Regardless, the caution soon proves unnecessary; a thorough hunt of both floors proves you've got the house to yourself.
What to do?
> Be lazy (Just stay home, do some drawing and try not to think about your present situation. You're dead, you've earned this.)
> Talk and learn (Use your ring and call up the stranger; you want to ask some questions.)
> Go to school (Follow Midori around. Now that you're aware of her existence, you want to learn more about her.)
> Write-In
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- Location
- Florida
[X] Go to school (Follow Midori around. Now that you're aware of her existence, you want to learn more about her.)
Stalking the girl we annoyed and doesn't believe us to be who we said we are seems like a perfectly reasonable line of play
No but seriously teammates gotta stick together, I'm worried.
Stalking the girl we annoyed and doesn't believe us to be who we said we are seems like a perfectly reasonable line of play
No but seriously teammates gotta stick together, I'm worried.
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
What a triple-whammy update. Poor Kikuko. 
mCooperative
meanderingCephalopod
- Location
- Back in Mitakihara after like 1000 years.
[X] Go to school (Follow Midori around. Now that you're aware of her existence, you want to learn more about her.)
Dark Lord Potato
Aspiring OverLord from Canada
- Location
- Ottawa, Ontario
[X] Go to school (Follow Midori around. Now that you're aware of her existence, you want to learn more about her.)
obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
[X] Go to school (Follow Midori around. Now that you're aware of her existence, you want to learn more about her.)