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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 :) ]
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There, there...
[ he isn't taking your shit, gengar! the ghost-type's stares will be met with an unamused meeting of steven's eyes. ]
We don't find it funny. Shoo.
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just as soon as gengar stops breathing out those almost obnoxious, nasally snickers. he mimics steven's meeting of eyes— although the unsettling grin doesn't quite change ( so, in short, his expression from normal doesn't really change at all ), folding his arms and tilting his head, putting a hand against his chin and humming a question. not funny? no laughs?
gengar suddenly puts a single claw up in the air— idea! he has an idea! with that, he puts both hands together, with innocence ( or weirdness, however that expression is looked upon ), and with an "haah-? haah???" he gestures, looking very much like a "please"?
please
let him entertain himself— i mean you ]
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[ he's telling on you!!!!! no, really, he's going to scoot his chair away, one arm still holding beldum, the other accessing his cerevice. silver needs to know about this, even if it is late.
man, what a buzzkill. ]
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even your poor, poor furniture.
and you know what? he's going to contaminate your floor, too!!! he's floating right up over the floors enough to stick his tongue out and go bpphphphphphphphph at every twist and turn he could find.
boo you whore!!!!!!!!! ]
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disgusting
but steven is a patient man, and giving gengar a reaction is what it wants. so he only sighs, leaving the ghost to his own devices to go wipe the drool off his face and off of beldum. THIS IS WHY HE DOESN'T TRAIN GHOST TYPES. steel-types are so much more chill. and cleaner.
thankfully, he had enough time to send silver a message. and thankfully, we already have a thread for that! ]