[MEME] OH NO A GHOST

[wolfintheattic]

OKAY LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS.
I wanna play a ghost. Below are some prompts.
I'm not super picky about setting or 'verse.

A- Your character is a paranormal investigator, an obnoxious tv show host, or is otherwise exploring an area that is said to be haunted for whatever reason. Maybe it's a dare.

B- My character's ghost just SHOWS UP in your character's home. Did your character buy some haunted shit off ebay? Maybe my character died nearby or was summoned via Ouija board by some stupid teenagers at that party you hosted last month. Either way, you got yourself a haunted house now. Congrats.

C- Your character is also a ghost. Maybe they died together. Maybe my character is new to this whole being dead thing and yours shows them the ghostly ropes. Maybe it's the other way around. Either way, ghost adventures are had. _{Not currently looking for new PLSs with this plot!}

D- Your character is a necromancer-type-person and has summoned mine's spirit to do their bidding.

E- Your character is an exorcist and is here to shoo mine out of their current haunt or otherwise help them move on.

F- Our characters are friends. Mine died and has returned to hang out/help/finish some business with yours.

G- Your character moves into the house mine is currently haunting. EXCUSE U.

H- POSSESSION. It happened somehow.

IF A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO MEET IS MISSING, LET ME KNOW.

Comments

[greatrage]

[it all must be very overstimulating. It IS a nice night, though. Eren can't wait to be back home in his bed, though, as nice as the night is. The leash has about 6 feet of give, if JW wants to test it.

Eren was patient because he had the ability to be so. His powers gave him an advantage no other medium had. Well... except his dad. Until his dad lost his marbles and pretty much turned into a demon and... yeah. That happened.]

Oh yeah, she knows. She can't see them, but she can... do that thing where... mmm... I don't remember what it's called. She can put her hands on stuff and see the "memories" of those items, kind of? Her name's Carla.

[goldeneyeball]

Oh, well, whew, that makes things less awkward for me.

_{[JW has primarily been on the side of the fence where the paranormal is a huge secret and if you told anyone either the suits wanted to get involved or people started staying away from you at Walmart.]}

That's an interesting gift...I've never met anyone like that.

_{[And then comes the...car. JW doesn't note it for its shabby shape. It actually makes him long for his shitty old black van.]}

So how am I gonna ride in this thing?

_{[Oh God he hopes he isn't going to become some kind of kite.]}

[greatrage]

[Oh yeah. The gubment. Eren knows all about them. And he does his best to stay far away. And to keep his other supernatural pals safe. People might panic if they knew vampires and werewolves and the like were real. They might come after Bertl will a stake... that would be bad. That guy wouldn't hurt a fly. ]

You'll like my friends, then. They're all... different.

[Instead of speaking, Eren simply gets into the car and places the lighter on the passenger seat. He puts his hand on it, and the Pepto Bismol aura spreads out again, this time covering the seat]

Well, obviously you're gonna sit.

[it expands a little more -- to the seat belt. He gives JW a shit-eating grin]

And buckle up.

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[Every time Eren used that power, JW couldn't help but stare in wonder. And jealousy. It wasn't the same, bitter envy he used to direct at magical people before he died. He'd let go of more than an old radiator when the chain snapped.]

[He drifts through the door and sits down. Sitting! What a novel sensation! It's been a while.]</sub>

You've got to be kidding, I'm done being strapped down.

_{[He folds his arms and throws one leg over the other in pure defiance, returning the grin.]}

[greatrage]

Pfft. Whatever. Suit yourself! Seatbelt laws don't apply to the dead anyway.

[Eren takes out his keys, starts the car, and the radio is blaring. Cranked up all the way.

It's partway through a song.

A song you may know.

The boy turns beet red and he fumbles for the volume at the radio, finally finding it and turning it down]

Ahah.. oops.

[goldeneyeball]

It's not like I'll die again if we have a wreck.

<sub>[He doesn't have a chance to make any digs at Eren about his driving because the cab was filled with NOISE. It takes him a moment to recognize it as a song. And then to recognize it as that song. A thing about JW is that he missed the 80s in their entirety, but he'd had a nerdy girlfriend who insisted on showing it to him.]

[He just looks at Eren.]</sub>

[greatrage]

[He sputters and looks at him, still red as can be. The aura enveloping the seat begins to wiggle and dance along with Eren's fluster]

L-look!! Don't judge me, ok?! It-it's my lucky charm! Like a rabbit's foot! Quit lookin' at me like that... I'll bind your soul to a dildo or something I swear I will!

[goldeneyeball]

_{[JW raises his hands, eyes going wide.]}

Okay, okay, jeez! Calm down, it's not like I can tell anybody about it!