[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

G with shades of A

[hunter2_0]

[Artemis has heard the rumors about this dorm - strange noises, odd events, and so on.

And, frankly, she couldn't be less worried.

Part of it, of course, is that, try as people might, nobody seems to scrape up any real evidence for the "ghosts" actually being dangerous - and, besides that, Artemis has no intention of buying into any of this until she's seen some kind of proof for herself.

Which totally doesn't have anything to do with why she's sitting on the stairs in the middle of the night with a tape recorder, looking bored out of her mind. What, she's a communications and street law student, not a paranormal investigator, alright? She doesn't know how to go looking for this crud.]

[toothaches]

<sub>[Oh, wow, a tape recorder. This one is serious.]

[Most days, Maurice hovered near the ceilings or drifted by the windows, content to watch campus life and occasionally help him along. Lost text books would show up mysteriously in front of dorm doors. Alarm clocks would refuse to snooze. The card swipe door mysteriously always opened during bad weather.]

[A chill falls over Artemis as the dead man leans over her shoulder, unseen, and admires the little device for a moment. Then he brings both hands up to his mouth and blows an incredibly loud raspberry.]</sub>

[hunter2_0]

[Artemis blinks, her brow furrowing at the sudden drop in temperature. Jeez, was it getting colder out here or something? Maybe she should have--

She jumps, giving a startled yelp at the sudden sound - and, mostly on reflex, spins around to aim one fist at the intruder's face.

There is a reason people who know Artemis usually try to avoid sneaking up on her.]

[toothaches]

_{[At the punch, Maurice reeled backwards, wheezing with barely audible laughter. It whispered off the stairway walls. What a fighter! She seemed pretty cool. Now he had to see what she would do.]}

[hunter2_0]

[What was that sound? Artemis bolts to her feet, her eyes wide and brow furrowed with uncertainty as she searches the hall.]

Alright, who's there? What kind of stupid joke is this?

[Because that's got to be it, right? Some kind of stupid joke. Maybe that girl from kickboxing class set her up, she wouldn't put it past her.]

[toothaches]

_{[Maurice wheezes out another laugh before responding loudly enough to be heard.]}

I thought you wanted someone to talk for your walkman!

[hunter2_0]

[She jumps and spins around again, her brow furrowing. She doesn't see anyone else around, but... there's no way.]

It's... it's not a walkman, it's a tape recorder. Who are you?

[toothaches]

A ghost? Isn't that what you're here for? I can't turn into anything else, I'm sorry.

_{[The air distorts and the dead man finally reveals himself, drifting casually several feet above the tiles as if he were reclining on a beanbag.]}

Patron Saint of Arrow Hall at your service.

[hunter2_0]

[Artemis stares at him, wide-eyed, for a few seconds before catching herself.]

I-- I wasn't expecting to actually find one-- I mean. [Wait that sounded bad] Uh-- hello.

[toothaches]

_{[Maurice catches on and flashes her a grin. He props his fists on his hips and pretends to be offended.]}

You come into MY house without expecting to find me here? That sounds like breaking and entering to me!

[hunter2_0]

[Okay, she actually looks outright offended by that.]

Look, I have every right to be here. [She better, given what she's paying the school.] Besides, I don't think you really have room to be laying claim to the entire dorm if you're just going to float around being invisible all the time, anyway!

[toothaches]

_{[He lifts a brow.]}

That's a sorry argument if I ever heard one.

_{[He gets off his imaginary beanbag and lowers himself down so that he looks like he's standing level on the floor. The ghost folds his arms.]}

I take care of it, it's my house. Now, you've found me. What do you want? I'm trying to keep my ears open for drunk jackasses tonight.

[hunter2_0]

Well, it's not like I've got a lot of options for where else to live. I was assigned to this dorm. [So there.]

What do I... [She pauses, frowning intently. Honestly, she hadn't thought that far ahead - she hadn't really expected to find any evidence of a ghost, let alone actually meet one.

Now, though, she's getting curious.] ...What's your name?

[toothaches]

_{[He could argue that, he'd been known to pull some strings when it came to housing issues, but that was a discussion for another time.]}

Most of the kids like to call me The Saint or Saint Arrow--did you know that's how Santa Clause got his name? But, uh, Maurice works...it's not as cool though.

_{[He suddenly disappeared an reappeared much closer, leaning down with obvious curiosity.]}

Your turn!

[hunter2_0]

Maurice. Alright.

[She jumps a little when he reappears in front of her, her shoulders pulling up slightly, but just takes a step back and does her best to disguise her reaction.]

I'm Artemis. Artemis Clarke.

sorry about the delay life + net going out

[toothaches]

_{[For a moment, the spirit's face falls when Artemis goes with his less cool name, but his Cheshire smile is quick to return.]}

Nice t'meetcha!

_{[He holds out a chilly hand. Should she take it, she'll feel an icy sort of pressure, but if she squeezes too hard, her hand will go right though.]}

returns to this nearly two months later, go me

[hunter2_0]

[She hesitates, just for a moment, before squaring her shoulders and reaching out to shake his hand. She looks... vaguely concerned, for lack of a better word, at the temperature, but it's not like she had really been expecting much different.]

[toothaches]

_{[The brave ghost hunter does not find herself dragged up and down the walls or possessed. The dead man simply pumps her arm up and down a few times before breaking contact. What's left behind on her palm is the slightest damp sensation--real honest to goodness ectoplasm. It soon dissipates like fog on a cold window.]}

[hunter2_0]

[....Oh. That's, uh. A little gross. She doesn't respond beyond a slight grimace.]

...How long have you been a ghost, if you don't mind me asking?

[toothaches]

OH, a while.

_{[He leans away from her and goes back to resting in his pretend beanbag, arms folded behind his head.]}

I've seen way more football games than you probably ever will.

[hunter2_0]

That doesn't really answer my question. Could you give an estimate in years?

[Sorry, Maurice, she's a little picky.]

[toothaches]

_{[But teasing her is fun! She's an investigator of some kind, isn't she? She should get to ask a lot of questions.]}

Maybe...longer than a dog can live...but not as long as a tortoise.

[hunter2_0]

That is... something of a broad range. Alright.

[She hums thoughtfully, glancing toward the ceiling.]

Do you remember what year it was?

[toothaches]

_{[The ghost glances aside and makes a non-commital sound, offering up a shrug.]}

That's not reeeeally important, is it?

i really need more icons for this girl jfc

[hunter2_0]

[Artemis gives him a Look.]

So, are you saying you don't know, or you just don't want to tell me?