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[fartgas]

Who: GHOSTS. YOU. ghosts.
What: Ghosts that don't know how to ghost.
When: January 3rd, EVENING night.
Where: Now and then, here and there. the feelbad anime.
Warnings: 2spoopy. Also, Izzy's foul mouth was never forgotten.

Here, there, where eeeeever you weeeeere, it was a bit chillier than it should have been, even if it was January. It was really rather peculiar.

It probably had something to do with the gaseous black orb floating in the middle of the room. Or the hallway. Or the quad. It moved around. (Through walls, through people. Etc.)

To those in the know, it was readily identified as a Gastly that was just kind of hovering around with its eyes squeezed shut. To those not in the know, it was just a weirdo gassy ball with its eyes squeezed shut. Sometimes it looked more solid, and sometimes it seemed like it was falling apart with purple whisps spreading out in every which direction. (Careful, you don't want to walk in to that.) It was hovering around with its mouth open, making weird little noises and looking altogether...

Kind of lost.

What do.

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[punchtheflute]

What do?

Eat a sandwich.

That's what Sonny was doing, anyway. He had just finished his early evening nap out in the snow (Because he can.) and then had come inside to grab something to eat in the cafeteria. And he had been able to get himself a good old fashioned warm roast beef sandwich and ooooh man was it good.

He was quite happily snacking on it, dripping gravy on the carpet as he wandered until suddenly he was wandering no more.

There was a ghost in the hallway.

Well, OK. It was Gastly. A Ghost Pokémon. But still. Instead of looking at it as he may have once looked at it - as a Pokémon to be met and befriended? He couldn't help remembering Halloween. Conchita. The strange, spectral woman who had attacked him out of hunger - unable to hurt him but scaring him silly to the point where he couldn't run and had wound up, embarrassingly enough, just begging her to leave him alone.

His sandwich slipped from his hand, landing with a wet Slap on the carpet and his jaw hung a little open. He sort of wanted to walk backwards out the door and leave. He could! It had it's eyes closed and so he could probably just run away unnoticed. If his feet wanted to work. Which they actually didn't.

Balls.

[fartgas]

Balls indeed.

Balls the expletive. Balls of gas. Balls aplenty.

Sonny might have been safe if it hadn't been for the wet splat of his delicious sandwich upon the cold, carpety ground. She might have lost the ridiculously good hearing she didn't know she used to have, but it was still pretty impeccable. You know, for something that didn't even have ears. Or a body.

The Gastly twirled around in a circle, facing the Snorlax without really looking at him. His body heat was enough indication of where he was, since it was something she didn't have at all. For a moment it seemed like it was going to ignore him, but then it bobbed a little in place. And then closer. Closerrr....

She floated around him, making peculiar little noises out of her mouth as she scoped this mystery out.

[punchtheflute]

...oh Arceus.

Oh Arceus that NOISE.

What was it? Was it a growl? Was it a moan? Was it some kind of strange attempt at speech? Was it trying to talk to him? Oh no - Sometimes it went behind him as it circled. He really didn't like that. But he didn't want to turn and look at it either.

Without even realizing it, he'd started making a noise of his own. A kind of gasping whine that indicated he simply wasn't getting enough air. Because breathing was movement and he was having trouble with that just at the moment. Except for the shaking of his knees. But that was hardly voluntary.

[worldrestored]

>EAT IT.

He's had far worse.

[worldrestored]

Actually no, it was more like following it for a while to see where it was going. When he realized it just seemed to be going around without doing much he...tried to touch it.

[fartgas]

You would have gotten terrible flatulence, boy.

She was alright with being followed, apparently, but getting touched caused a spasm in the purple haze that rippled all the way through her. One moment she was a ball, the next she poofed into a mass of little swirls that faded in and out of the air.

[inspirethefire]

Oh man. Oh man, ghosts. Ghosts were like--they were high level stuff, the kind of spirits you needed serious experience to handle properly. They were nothing but spirit, after all, and generally only around for something really important. Their appearance couldn't be taken lightly.

Having been sick during the Halloween invasion, Hajime had only gotten to observe the spirit of the departed once before. Even then, his superiors had handled most of the work. They weren't here, though, and he was, and so was a ghost look at that wow.

There was only one thing to do. Hajime stepped out from where he'd been hiding observing around the corner, and called out. "Hell...o...?" Augh no get that weak ass voice out of here. He cleared his throat. "Hello!"

[fartgas]

Ha, ha, ha, oh dear. What lofty expectations. Hopefully they weren't dashed so thoroughly.

Hajime was the first one to actually say hello to her first thing. This was decidedly something that she liked. The gas bauble floated over to him, twirling up around him like a giant mystery.

"Hello!"

Except, it didn't sound anything like an English hello to his human ears. Or a Japanese one. Or a human one in general.

[inspirethefire]

He stiffened up as the ethereal mass came close--entirely for professional posture and not at all from nerves. Oh man that was most certainly the sound of a soul tortured by unresolved ties to its time alive.

He was super sure of it, most likely, probably.

"Do not be afraid, spirit! I... I am here to aid you with your earthly ties! Please, try and tell me--what is it you want?"

[punchtheboner]

Mawrow was very used to ghost types, that wasn't what was bothering her. The temperature dropping more than it already was? Now that was annoying. Rubbing her already mittened hands together and pulling her scarf tighter over her face, Mawrow walked in closer to the Ghastly.

"Oy', you lost or someting?" The noises were a bit odd to her, though ghosts were known for doing the weirdest things anyways.

[fartgas]

The ghost puffed up from it's spot hovering over the snow. Yes, she was lost, but the way the question had been asked rubbed her all sorts of the wrong way.

"No," the gas whisped out offendedly. "... Maybe." It frowned deeply, and seemed to vanish from sight.

But only from sight.

"Where is this??"

[punchtheboner]

Mawrow pointedly nodded, not really taken offense since ghosts were ghosts!

"This as in the place? You're in an Academy in FDC..." Though honestly she knew about as little about the city itself than this ghost probably... What if there were other academies?!

"Err, I mean, it's called Smash Academy." she said through a shiver. Damn she hated the cold.

[raced_god]

AND THEN THERE WAS

this guy

this unsuspecting guy, minding his own business on his way from the cafeteria to the autoshop garage, where an incredible couch awaited him.

[fartgas]

What a beautiful, beautiful couch. Surely a subject of envy to many.

It was so comfortable.

So dependable.

So covered in a thick layer of purple haze.

[raced_god]

Well, that was slightly disconcerting. Falcon knew much better than to sit on a couch that was currently shrouded in ominous purple fog. He has also been at this school long enough to know when a ghost wanted his couch. This was probably one of those times.

Luckily, he'd received a number some time ago that had proven to be incredibly effective against haunted things. HE DIALED

THE NUMBER.

"Hi, yeah, is Doctor Spengler availalble?"

[rivalcurse]

The first time Nyx passed by Izzy, she didn't give her much thought. So there was a new Gastly in the area, that was pretty cool. Time to ignore and move on.

The second time, that kind of aimless drifting struck a familiar chord, and she stopped for a minute. Maybe she should stop, after all. But, at the end of the day, she did have things to do and not all the time to do them in, and she kept walking by.

It took the third time seeing her to feel compelled to make her way over. She didn't approach as a human, wanting to be as far from alarming as was possible for someone like her. It could be hard to tell with new ghosts, how they would react. Best to handle the situation cautiously.

"Well, hey."

[fartgas]

At this point she had established that she was at a school, and that she was in fact a ghost. That had been a bit of a shake up for her. So she was dead.

It really wasn't anything that made her sad or anything. If this was what being dead was, then okay. Whatever. She didn't feel very dead. Just kind of floaty. Was she supposed to be getting depressed about that? Fuck that, that was whack.

... It didn't help her figure out what she was doing there though.

When Nyx made her way over, her presence was enough to give the ball of gas a bit of pause. She didn't have the memory of heat that everyone else had. In fact, she kind of felt a whole lot like... her...

"... Sup."

[rivalcurse]

Oh, thank Arceus she wasn't about to flip. Nyx liked to think she had her head on pretty straight and was pretty together about this whole "hi, I'm dead, how are you" thing, but new ghosts could be unpredictable, and she lacked the kind of patience and compassion needed to ease someone into it. So, the fact that Izzy seemed past the initial shock was a huge relief. There was almost a visible sigh of relief.

"You're pretty new, aintcha?" To the school or to being a ghost, she didn't specify. "Gettin' shit figured out alright?"

[grimeofancientmariner]

There were a number of unfamiliar things in Delta's room, where he had been spending the past few hours. Most of them were simple: modern lights, a computer, a phone, un-drenched furniture and upholstery. They were easy to get used to, seeing as how they didn't float through walls or give off weird ephemeral energy. Things in the future didn't do that, as far as Subject Delta knew.

So when something that DID float through walls and give off weird ephemeral energy appeared, it was a surprise. Surprises are things he can deal with, so the Big Daddy remained put for a second, staring from his post in front of the computer.

Whatever the orb was, it was one of two things: a technological marvel of unprecedented importance, or a splicer. There was only one of those things that Delta knew how to deal with, and it didn't involve any kind of respectable science. Splicers.

It's lucky that the bookshelf nearby was still empty, otherwise the room would have been a lot messier after Delta threw it to the ground with a grunt and took cover behind the thin wood, rivet gun aimed at... whatever that thing was.

[fartgas]

The ghost had been perfectly content to phase in and out of rooms at her leisure. She was making herself a big mental map of this big weird Academy place. If she didn't know where else to go, might as well make the most of the place you ended up at, right? This was where she had apparently wanted to be, after all!

Her plan had just been to cruise in, float around, and be on her merry way. But then there was a huge calamity and things were falling over and giant creatures were grunting and the sound of weaponry was drawn and-

"What the dick christs are you doing?????!"

That was what the ball of whosiwhatsits was saying, but it sounded more like high pitched screeches and oh look it kind of looked like it exploded into a purple gassy firework.

WHAT WERE THOSE SPLICERS UP TO NOW.

[grimeofancientmariner]

Huh. That was strange. It just kinda blew up.

Delta cautiously swiveled his viewport around, keeping an eye on ground zero of the explosion. Nothing in the room was on fire, nor artistically patterned with bullet holes. The purple wisps weren't even eating away at his suit or the bookcase. Just some squeaking, and then poof!

Could... could that have been a student?

All of Delta's past experience pointed to "hell no, it's probably gonna eat your soul," but then again, this was the future. And apparently the future has schools with giant floating gloves in charge, so incorporeal flying bomb-things aren't out of the question. Hopefully those things are also futuristic enough not to sue for emotional damages.

Delta moved slow, tossing a globule of Hypnotize towards the scary purpleness. If it was dangerous, he wasn't about to provoke it. If it could sense pheromones, maybe it wouldn't be dangerous for much longer.

He thought really super hard around his room, projecting the first words that came to mind - a statement so diplomatic, amicable, and perfectly poised that it would turn a raging grizzly into a pacifist.

"The fuck are you, and how did you get in here?"

Or not.

[trickroom]

The answer to what do is to stare at her because this is strange.

"Hey." Milimili's voice pitched low, irritated. "What. Are you doing."

[fartgas]

She... well. She didn't stare back, but she gravitated towards the irritated voice. They were another heatless wonder!

"Nothin'. What are you doing."

[itsjustrats]

Midnight was the best time of the day to deal with ghosts. It was coincidentally the first time Garrett ran into the little floating orb. He had considerable experience with ghosts, even ghosts shaped like floating orbs. As a result he was not particularly unnerved but he didn't want to make any sudden movements lest it start shooting fire at him or something.

[electriccharge]

Somehow, Watt was having a case of deja vu, as she floated down the hallways and noticed that weird similar floating ball of gas. It was weird, but she didn't dwell on that feeling for very long. What was that thing, and why was it flying around like that? The first thing that the little sparkball thought of was that it looked like a Dark Boo, but even then, those had arms and looked more...purple than whatever it was. Even then, she was intrigued! Maybe it was someone new!

"Woah! I didn't know that there was someone else here that looked kinda like me!" Watt said out loud in amazement. Well...being similar in that they didn't have any arms or legs, but hey!