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i'm going to make this pencil disappear. (OPEN)
Who: a fun loving ghost and you!
When: somewhere from the middle of 4/15 to an undetermined date!
Where: in your room, in your kitchen, in your dreams or on the street— basically anywhere and everywhere!
What: more info here! this is a catch all log for any visits you'd want your character to get during the nights in which silver's gengar is roaming. it can be anything from making your living room the next sequel to paranormal activity to invading your dreams! or just watching you sleep. have a thriller!
Rating/Warning: will put up warnings as they come.
[ you have a visitor! he's not going to knock, though, and neither will he be pleasant to some— but what's pleasant for some may not be so pleasant for others. take foods, for example! everyone has different tastes. some like fish, dislike sweets—
gengar here likes fun with a jab of spooks on top, maybe a side serving of dreams and a 200ml cup of shenanigans. today, tonight, you're on his menu of delights. don't worry, he won't harm you! what kind of cruel creature would do that? no, no, he only snaps when his trainer has been endangered. you're not doing any of that now, are you? obviously not! you're just sitting there, or sleeping, or walking . . . boring. that's boring! he'll show you how to get things done. how to have fun. put more emotion into your life!
gengar just wants to have a bit of fun after all, a bit of energy, because what's a ghost type without suckling a bit on the living? ]
When: somewhere from the middle of 4/15 to an undetermined date!
Where: in your room, in your kitchen, in your dreams or on the street— basically anywhere and everywhere!
What: more info here! this is a catch all log for any visits you'd want your character to get during the nights in which silver's gengar is roaming. it can be anything from making your living room the next sequel to paranormal activity to invading your dreams! or just watching you sleep. have a thriller!
Rating/Warning: will put up warnings as they come.
[ you have a visitor! he's not going to knock, though, and neither will he be pleasant to some— but what's pleasant for some may not be so pleasant for others. take foods, for example! everyone has different tastes. some like fish, dislike sweets—
gengar here likes fun with a jab of spooks on top, maybe a side serving of dreams and a 200ml cup of shenanigans. today, tonight, you're on his menu of delights. don't worry, he won't harm you! what kind of cruel creature would do that? no, no, he only snaps when his trainer has been endangered. you're not doing any of that now, are you? obviously not! you're just sitting there, or sleeping, or walking . . . boring. that's boring! he'll show you how to get things done. how to have fun. put more emotion into your life!
gengar just wants to have a bit of fun after all, a bit of energy, because what's a ghost type without suckling a bit on the living? ]
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[ OPTION A: you're in your house, your room— maybe you have a roommate, perhaps, sleeping or awake in their corner while you're in yours. did you forget the window open? is the ac turned on? why is it so cold?
something in the kitchen made a sound, a clatter— but you know no one is in the kitchen. the toilet flushed, but . . . nobody used the bathroom. did you see something from the corner of your eye moving? wait, was that your shadow? your shadow shouldn't be moving without you. maybe you're just tired. maybe it's just your imagination, right? right.
so why do you have this awful feeling that something's watching you? ]
[ OPTION B: it's not too late— only now is the sky beginning to darken, and you're out and about on the streets. maybe you're going home, or somewhere else. the streets look quite empty, and quite suddenly, something, someone breathes down your neck, a wheeze so cold it makes you shiver from the tips of your toes all the way to the tips of your hairs. geez, who the hell just did that? what a creeper! you probably turn around, quickly, but— there's nothing there.
and if you keep walking, you'll probably find yourself tripping on . . . well, yourself ( but you could have sworn it was something like a foot though, you felt it— ), but . . . there's nothing.
something doesn't feel right, does it. ]
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[ you were having a dream— be it a fairly nice dream, or a normal dream, and suddenly? it's going bad. it becomes a nightmare; perhaps your worst fear coming to life, or a shadowy creature chasing after you. no powers work here, you're useless. no matter what it is you're dreaming, you're trapped in a loop, you can't wake up, and echoing softly in the back of your mind are cackles, slow and in series, laughing and laughing at the terror on your face, the fear you emit—
do you keep sleeping, or do you wake up? ]
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do you keep sleeping, or do you wake up? ]
[ OPTION A: you're in your house, your room— maybe you have a roommate, perhaps, sleeping or awake in their corner while you're in yours. did you forget the window open? is the ac turned on? why is it so cold?
something in the kitchen made a sound, a clatter— but you know no one is in the kitchen. the toilet flushed, but . . . nobody used the bathroom. did you see something from the corner of your eye moving? wait, was that your shadow? your shadow shouldn't be moving without you. maybe you're just tired. maybe it's just your imagination, right? right.
so why do you have this awful feeling that something's watching you? ]
[ OPTION B: it's not too late— only now is the sky beginning to darken, and you're out and about on the streets. maybe you're going home, or somewhere else. the streets look quite empty, and quite suddenly, something, someone breathes down your neck, a wheeze so cold it makes you shiver from the tips of your toes all the way to the tips of your hairs. geez, who the hell just did that? what a creeper! you probably turn around, quickly, but— there's nothing there.
and if you keep walking, you'll probably find yourself tripping on . . . well, yourself ( but you could have sworn it was something like a foot though, you felt it— ), but . . . there's nothing.
something doesn't feel right, does it. ]
[ anything or anywhere i didn't mention? a plan that's not in the above? make your own scenario and i'll follow with it! gengar will be sure to say hi somehow :) ]
nightshade b!
okay, 1. what was THAT, huffing and puffing against his neck, and 2. how is this creep even big enough to hit his neck anyways?]
Eh, someone there? [he asks cautiously, even as his body reels with a shiver down his spine. Maybe it was someone playing a prank? He did know a certain small sword that liked to do things like this.]
If you wanna' play, I'm here! [he smiles a little, starting to take a step again and whomp. Big sword trips in the most ungraceful fashion anyone has ever seen. Not that there's anyone here to see it... right?]
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oh but that fall tho. it's just what gengar was going for, and if iwatooshi were able to see him, gengar would be kicking his short legs in the air and hands to his permanent grin, snorting into himself as the very large human lays splat on the ground. how's the ground down there, giant? did you fall on anyone? squish any cities?
if the street was already darkening, now— look up, and it seems to look darker, the illumination flickering on and off erratically, all until it's dimmed down low. everything seems terribly, terribly quiet, except for one single sound that rings in the air: hushes, those that sound like someone whispering up ahead. funny thing is, the whispering doesn't hold any actual words to them. they're just shhhshhshh wisps of voice, taking pauses once in a while, then starting up again.
it's quiet, it's weird, and it's a lot colder than a few minutes ago. do you go that corner, stay where you are, turn the other way or none of the above? ]
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He does notice the strange way all the lights seem to be burning out at the exact same time, wow how annoying is that? Now it's dark and there's still an eerie feeling about the atmosphere.
why thisBut this sword ain't scare of no things. He keeps along his path, acting as if all is well- but his grip on his weapon is a little tighter, and his senses a little more alert. Hopefully it's just a random string of occurrences, and he'll be able to cross the street ahead safely. Hopefully.]
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once iwatooshi reaches that cross way, there is a figure standing motionless on the other side with her back turned. she seems to be the source of all those overlapping whispers— and now, occasional, raspy wheezes.
maybe she's harmless. ]
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He manages to get to the crosswalk, stopping just where the sidewalk ends. The breathing and whispering was creepy and annoying, but that wheezing sounds downright unhealthy. And soon enough, he spots the girl- is she sick? Lost?? SICK AND LOST???
She's small and probably needs help, so he does cross the walkway (cautiously) and offers his voice as quietly as he can manage as to not scare her off.]
Little girl, are you okay? Can I help you find where you're going?
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but— oh, what's this? she's finally stirring! she brings both hands to her face, to cover them, and begins to wail. there're hitches of breath and hiccups in between, faked and weaved into the wheezing that gets worse, get's louder.
she carefully begins to turn, though— hands still against her face but facing upwards. iwatooshi was tall as mountains, after all. she sniffs, and cries weaken, but her wheeze is still steady. her body isn't moving as she breathes, though.
then, carefully, she begins to lower her hands, to reveal a face with no eyes, no mouth, no features. as blank as a paper. it lasts for very little time when eyes form horizontal slits and open wide, with a row of teeth curling their way farther than a grin should go, surpassing the wording "ear to ear".
it's quiet; she makes not another sound, and quite suddenly, she lunges forward, gives a blood curling scream, and from her widened mouth leaks gas— a smoke that leaves the girl limp, lifeless, like a doll, and forms the same face that was once on her, jaws wide, laughing manic, and forming claws and legs stretched out wide.
he's coming for you!!!!! ]
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After a snort of shock not unlike a dog whose tail was just stepped on, he shifts backwards quickly (maybe a little more haphazardly than usual), and readies his weapon. But if this thing has just transformed into vapor, how is he supposed to hit it?
Regardless, he's heaving out a loud roar, thrusting the blade towards the monster. What else could he do?]
Grrrah! Fine, come for me! I'll scare you off first!!