i'm going to make this pencil disappear. (OPEN)

[refuses]

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? ]

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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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[ 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. ]

ＨＥＸ （ ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ ）

[ 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 :) ]

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Nightshade B

[makigumo]

[ Shihoudou is not easily scared. In fact, she takes life way too not seriously, and when she feels someone breathe down her neck? Well, then she turns, the clattering of her wooden geta loud on the ground, and she surveys her surroundings. ]

Come out come out wherever you a~re and let granny give you a big shitty hug~!

[refuses]

[ ohhhh, he knows your types. all tough and unafraid, not a single spooky bone in your body. that's okay! it's great, it's no trouble for gengar's fun at all— he doesn't like being just a spook, after all! the enjoyment is where all the twists and turns come in. antics never get old that way.

gengar holds his chortles in, keeping unseen as he floats by shihoudou, bringing along with his passing by a draft of cold air in contrast to the warmer bits around them. youuu— what should he do with you? as he hovers around her, and at some point gets quite close to her face . . .

it's here where she gets the wettest, loudest invisible raspberry to the face. bbbbbrrrrrrrbbbrbrbrbr :) ]

[makigumo]

My~! What a nice draft!

[ She is not at all deterred or unsettled by the little wind. She's old, and sort of crazy, and just wants fun out of life, so she decides when to be serious an not. Most of the times, she cheeses not to. It's much easier to piss people off that way.

So she grabs at the air in front of her, trying to embrace whatever is in front of her. She really can't resist things like this, they're just so funny! ]

Oh so you wanted a kiss!

nightshade a i told you also i'm sorry

[sayonaradumbass]

[is it the chill of spring that catches his attention? the lack of any noise, as if all life itself holds its breath as danger passes?]

You know that I wish I had Jessie's giiiirll, where can I find a woman like that? Ah, fuck...no, you've gotta be kiddin' me!

[sitting ass down on the toilet (how else...), Kaneda's hand catches the surface of the empty tp roll and he feels his stomach clench]

....Now what.

[refuses]

[ you gotta do what you gotta do, kaneda. gengar is a trained ghost!! he knows better than to walk in on human privacy ( to an extent— invading their dreams and kitchens doesn't count that much ). he's floating around outside of the bathroom, humming along with the sung jingle just moments ago and starts . . . looking through all the drawers, pulling things out from cloths to shirts to papers and more, and making a wonderful mess of one single room.

hear that??? there's someone fussing with your things, boi. it's a break in! you better finish up in there! ]

[sayonaradumbass]

[in his monumental bitching, Kaneda pauses at the sound that pricks his ears. He definitely doesn't have any roomies as of yet, so this could only mean one thing...]

Is that you, bangs? I thought you had more honor than challenin' someone on the can! Why don't you come in here, you little shit, and take me on! Unless you're afraid of my might....bring a roll while you're out there, too.

nightshade b!

[notsmall]

[Iwatooshi always takes this way home from work. Nothing's ever different, expect maybe on days when he decides to bring another sword or friend along with him for his shift, and then has to hear them complain about how annoying and embarrassing spending a whole night at the Macho Cafe was. Tonight is not one of those nights! The air is quiet, the streets calm, and...

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?]

[refuses]

[ creeps always find their way about things very big large loud iwatooshi

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? ]

[notsmall]

[kick that dirt off ya shoulder, as they say, which is what Iwatooshi tries to do as he stands himself upright again and brushes off his clothes. He didn't think he was that clumsy, but no matter.

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 this

But 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.]

Night Shade A

[forceofnature]

[One thing she'll allow the mortals: they've always been good at hot baths. Viridi doesn't appear in person very often, but she has been provided free housing, so she might as well make occasional use of it. From time to time, she descends from her Sanctuary to take a nice, long, hot soak in the tub.

...Emphasis on hot.]

...Ergh. I didn't take the trouble to manifest today to get stuck in cold water. It's only been two hours, sheesh.

[Grumbling, she reaches over with her foot and prods the hot water tap until it releases more nice, steamy goodness.]

[refuses]

[ ohhh, he sees! cold water, hm-? that water's been there for a while now, hasn't it ( he should know, he's been here since ). how did that happen? maybe it just wasn't hot enough, right? silly water, getting all cold like that.

. . . not that gengar could actually help with hotness— his body is a heat sink, and the air doesn't get any warmer despite the steam from the tub's water. that's okay. steam looks pretty chill, and his frigged air mixes with the warm, sucks it in and equalizes to a temperature that would feel like it hasn't changed at all when it should.

for now, gengar stays out of sight, but he does occasionally drag out a creaking wheeze, one that blows close to the face of his new visit. what a noisy draft, huh! ]

[forceofnature]

What is wrong with this tap?

[Viridi grumbles to herself as she sinks lower in the water in some vague thought that perhaps it would be warmer if she submersed herself further.]

Isn't this supposed to be a futuristic city? Isn't hot water one of the basic necessities of --

[A slight pause as something blows across her face.]

...Alright, tip for the amateur? If you're going to haunt the goddess of nature, don't breathe on her. I can smell the scent of death.

Get out of my bathroom!

night shade a, i'm not pasing this one up

[geophile]

[ steven is minding his own business in his room, winding down for the night with beldum at his side, scrolling through his cerevice. he did leave the window open for some fresh air, but there's that sound...

beldum perks up enough to go float over and check it out, but then he feels a chill run down his spine. it's... almost a familiar feeling - something that he hasn't felt in awhile, but has experienced all the same. he's a little concerned, but it all culminates into something a lot less scary when he sees his shadow moving. unlike most people, he's got experience with ghosts - phoebe's team members always liked to play pranks, and he's been on the receiving end of them more than once.

once he comes to the conclusion, he can only chuckle lightly to himself. he remembers this trickster from their battle. ]

Nice try. You almost got me there.

!!!!!

[refuses]

[ open windows were a literal breeze— not that closed ones were not ( it didn't really matter, not when you could go right through them with just as much ease ). gengar remains in steven's shadow for a moment, acting as his shadow should after the call out . . . before said shadow raises his shoulders up in question, and out comes a chilly hmmmm-♪ ?

almost got you??? he doesn't know what you're talking about! ]

[geophile]

[ sorry little ghost-type, he's not going to be that easy to scare. he watches his shadow move of its own accord, expression as collected as usual. beldum is trembling a little, but is trying to be brave!! ]

Your Trainer might not be too happy with you when he finds out what you've been up to. I'm almost certain that I'm not your first "victim", right?

Nightshade A...

[trashcubes]

[So the apartment that Gengar may have decided to play around in, it appears to have found one that's not really being lived in so much as being used as a hoarder's storage space of junk and trash for whoever owns the place. Considering the absolute lack of people, you'd almost think no one was here.

However, after some clattering noises have been made in the kitchen (did Gengar dump that collection of forks he's been keeping out in the open right onto the floor or something...), there is now the sound of wheels rolling along the floor, approaching the source of the noise. Wall-E will cautiously peek his head around the corner here for a moment, looking around.]

Yoohoo...? [Is someone in here or... did our stuff just fall down on it's own...]

HI TAKU.........

[refuses]

[ ohhh, wow, just look at this place! it's as if someone just kept sticking all their belongings in here with no end to the storage. and not a single life source around, sigh. at least the trinkets were a time consumer, and on this night gengar is happily inspecting all the bits and pieces of things he could find scattered. one of them happens to be the incredulous amount of forks on the counter, in which he takes one, throws over his shoulder, take them all, observes, then tosses high into the air. come on, he had to get a reaction out of that one!

. . . in which, he does! gengar, momentarily tangible, goes invisible once more, shadowy eyes shifting into what shadows are cast onto the kitchen floor.

softly, a call echoes back. gengar gives a low, hoarse yooohooo in return, raspy and breathed out in a long wheeze. come on out little guy . . . . :) ]

hello owlie <3

[trashcubes]

[Wall-E starts to inch closer, but then when that low yooohooo is heard, the little robot jumps at that.]

Whoa! [Is that supposed to be his own voice echoing back, or... someone else...

After a long moment of hesitating and fidgeting with his hands, Wall-E cautiously, finally rolls completely into the kitchen, looking around for a moment before he turns his attention to the fallen silverware, reaching out to pick one back up. How did all of these end up on the floor like this...?]

nightshade a!

[cryptologic]

[ Dipper is a bit of a night owl, so it's not wholly unusual for him to be up in the middle of the night, with a flashlight in hand and journal open in his lap. He's hyperaware (aka paranoid) of his surroundings, especially this late at night, so he's quick to realize he can hear the faucet in the bathroom drip-drip-dripping.

That's weird. He's never noticed the faucet leaking before.

He hops off his bed, flashlight still in hand as he exits his room to investigate the leaky faucet situation. ]

[refuses]

[ he sees you there, boy. he's been watching for moments much too long to really count, observing him with that little light and book, just watching, and watching, and watching— what are you doing up so late, boy? are you looking for some fun, too?

not that being awake or asleep changes much of the "fun" aspect for gengar; each one had their way of dealing with it, and hey! that was the best part, right? his favorite part. each stop was a different experience, and he'll never get tired of people, their reactions, their dreams— positive or negative, it was all so very delicious to wrap his mind around.

he's found that bathrooms are always a nice place to start. or end. this time, he starts, unwinding the faucet knob until it drips in that very undeniable way until he gets what he wants: the human boy's attention. this one didn't take long at all, either. dipper will find the halls and bathroom quite clammy, chilly as drafts subtly blow by like a drifting wanderer. that draft is gengar taking advantage of his invisibility, swaying from one end of the bathroom to the other as he decides on his next plan of action, his slanted eyes always pinned on the boy like a cat and his next bit of moving prey.

it's quiet, he doesn't make a sound. the only odd thing one might double take at is the bathroom mirror, in which dipper would see something off for split moment from the corner of his eye. if you look up— everything seems to be normal.

despite the sudden mixture of heat and cold shivering up from the tips of your toes to the ends of your hair. huh. ]

[cryptologic]

[ In the dark hallway, Dipper pays even more attention than usual to his surroundings, and it's immediately obvious to him just how much colder it feels to him. That's...weird. Did someone leave a window open? He could swear he just felt a draft of cool air.

Then he gets to the bathroom, flipping on the flight to find that yes, the faucet is indeed dripping despite the fact that he was positive he'd shut it off all the way when he was last in here. He was also positive he was the last person in there. He gives himself and appraising look in the mirror.

...Maybe he should stop staying up so late. He's starting to act crazy, and he turns to -

He catches sight of something weird about the mirror out of the corner of his eyes, and whips back towards it. What the - what did he just -

Oh, man. That's a major chill running down his spine, except that it almost didn't feel like it came from him. He knows these signs. He's studied them.

Oh god. He is so totally being haunted right now. ]

nightshade b and omg i'm so laaaaate /flop

[wolfpuppy]

[It's not surprising that Ryuuga's out and about more starting in the evening - after all, those in his (usual) vocation are used to being up at all hours to do their job - if not sealing Gates during the day, patrolling the streets at night to prevent Horrors from being a nuisance.

So when he gets that awful shuddering feeling that someone - or something - is breathing down his neck, he instantly frowns and slows his pace, if only slightly. No point reaching out for his sword just yet -]

Who's there?

[But might as well let them know he's not up for any shenanigans.]

late doesn't exist!!! :)

[refuses]

[ you. you, you, you, you. he liked your face when he first met you, and hey— he saw you walking around, why not say hello? it's only polite!

( breathing down people's necks are totally plausible greetings ).

it's not like the other one that goes for his pointy object at least, and gengar circles around him with curiosity and close inspection, keeping out of sight but presence palpable through the chilliness and the heavy blanket of darkness his hauntings caused. he circles twice, thrice, like a predator circling prey, and once he's to ryuuga's right, quite loudly, he makes a smacking sound, that of his large wet tongue lapping across his teeth ( even though he has no real intention of hurting— it's just in his nature ). the atmosphere goes darker, even darker than it's supposed to, with any natural lights too weak to shine. gengar molds an illusion for ryuuga, in which he would see the streets and buildings move like a wave, unnaturally so, some walls even seeming to melt.

"ryuuga".

in between whispers that's too quiet and migratory to understand, there's a single audible word that could be understood, breathless snickers overlapping them.

"ryuuga". ]

/Late like a late thing

[isolophobia]

[ Moving unnaturally, like the shuttering on a camera gone too fast or parts cut away from a film. Pitch stepped in and out of shadows moving much larger distances than he should be.

And the fear was following this little creature nicely. Fear, and anger, but largely fear. Because as brave and powerful as all of these fighters claimed to be, none would be that way had thy not first been inspired by by being afraid of something. Just as they were frightened of differing things now.

There was shriek, then horsey squeal from the shadow behind him and three Nightmares scented the fear on the air. Another horse-like shriek and they started running from the shadow toward the house that gengar had so obligingly scared scared already. ]

i do not know the meaning of the word!!!

[refuses]

[ this house would seem a bit darker to the spiritually inclined— fear circles it, dances around it like flickers of ember, and cold shudders through those with warmth still running through their skin. venture further into the house, and fear is at its highest in one of the bedrooms, like a comfy fireplace for the darkness to twirl and wreck around them.

creep through the cracks of a half open door, and pitch would come face to face with a medium sized creature, eyes a glowing red as he hovers over the person in the bed, waving his arms to twist an average dream into a horrid nightmare, letting his shadow delve into the mind of the asleep and corrupt what was fairly nice, now dark and full of terror. as gengar erupts into the now nightmare and spreads his silent chaos in the form of a hungry beast made of black and streams of shade that flows erratically, but moves just as fast as the wind blows. it shrieks after the poor boy, bellows and threatens to swallow him, and the he— the boy, can only run, tossing and turning with discomfort under the covers.

it makes him giggle, holding his hands up to his cheshire grin and waving his legs in the air.

should he eat this one too? the dream was so terribly tempting you know. ]