8th Horror || Heather Morris [Video]

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

[The camera is just inches from her face, which is red and streaked with tears.]

You know what? Fuck you, Author. Fuck you.

Aoko Nakamori: 011: [accidental video]

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

[Now that the suns down and people can see him, Aoko's ghost appears to be a man about thirty- he seems to have taken over her black berry and is now using it to broadcast to the manor his awesome juggling skills. Which are awesome-suddenly they all disappear and reappear in a circle around him before spinning, coming closer and closer until they're right on each other and there's a puff of pink smoke and a bird takes the place of everything that he had just been juggling.

He takes a bow.]

T-Toichi-san! C-can you give me that back now...

[Aoko seems to be tripping over something in the background and stumbles right through the deceased magician-she lands with a loud thud and the ghost looks like he's laughing cheerfully.]

M-mou... [Aoko is muttering something in the background.]

Tomorrow Never Knows Best :: 012 :: Samejima Mamimi :: [In Person]

[f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com]

[It's lunch time and Mamimi is in the kitchen. She's smoking while busily cooking at the stove. There's rice in the rice cooker, noodles in a pot, and tea in the kettle. Mamimi is talking, addressing the empty island chair a few feet behind her.]

Mama didn't teach me to cook.

[Pause]

I did.

[Shrug]

Mama couldn't.

[Pouts]

Well she didn't before she couldn't.

[Pause]

Maybe she didn't want to.

[Turns back to her cooking]

I don't want to talk about it anymore!

EIGHTH ORDER --> [In Person]

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[Ciel is in his room, but there's something different about the Earl today. He is standing in the middle of the room, intently focused on something. It might be a ghost. Bizarrely enough, the boy's face betrays the hints of a smile, and he extends a hand to the whatever-it-is, leaning forward slightly.]

No, Sebastian. You haven't been replaced.

2nd Wish || Dende || Get a magnet this one's going on the fridge

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[Dende laid out on his belly in the middle of the floor in the parlor. Kicking his feet in the air and humming a little tune. In front of him was a piece of paper and a set of colored sticks that He and his brother had discovered while exploring the manor. Regardless of where he came across a box of crayons, a kid needs to find something productive to do to entertain himself, otherwise he runs the risk of driving all those around him crazy. Besides, his brother had probably bothered enough of the other residents with his constant romping around, good grounds for a nice quiet activity like coloring.

Now if one was fluent in the ways of children's art then they would probably recognize several figures on the paper as some of the other residents of the manor. There was Raven of course, Iroh and at the far corner of the page a rather unamused looking Legato. There were also two green figures in the picture, one obviously Dende, and the other was his brother. Dende even went as far as to label some of his closer acquaintances in his native language, although his writing was shaky. He was still learning after all, he probably even spelled a few names wrong and had a few backwards letters. Not that anyone would know unless they were fluent in Namekian of course.]

( Cut for mind blowing artistic genius )

7th Traveller [In Person]

[fairytaleamelia.livejournal.com]

[Amy is standing in the foyer poking her ghost. If any of the members of badfic were in her universe a few years back, you may recognize said ghost as a cyberman ghost. Sorry, Doctor. That just might be you.]

[But she's still attempting to poke it.] Oi, you... ghosty thing. Stop following me!

6th Highness [In Person]

[spoiledking.livejournal.com]

[Henry is not the most pleased person right now. Despite the haughty smile on his face, his ghost, Richard III, is chastising him again. The hallway is strewn with broken vases. Henry is not admitting that he's thrown several at his new follower. Instead, he's heading back to his room.]

Yes, well you're dead so I do not care that you think I've done anything wrong, last time I checked I'm still the king of England. And you are dead.

[He frowns and turns his back on Richard III.]

Ghost or Guardian Angel?//In Person//Vash

[guns-n-donuts.livejournal.com]

( No one escapes,every breath we take dealing with our own skeletons....skeletons... )

Zidane//In Person//Ghost

[leading-monkey.livejournal.com]

[You'll find Zidane sitting cross legged on the steps on the manor with his chin resting on his hand and looking pointed away from a certain annoying old villain. He is trying very hard to ignore the old man dressed in black. In the center of his body there seems to be a glowing red core.

"I am NOT chatting with a dead guy." he says mostly to himself. "I got enough on my plate without having to hear all about that 'Angel of Death' crap again. My answer is never going to change no matter how much he bugs me."

His eyes almost lazily drift to the bearded old man. "Give up the ghost already, you old coot."]

Craft 011 ╬ Robin ╬ [Accidental Video]

[candles-secret.livejournal.com]

[The feed shows that the blackberry is in the hands of Robins ghost - Kate. Or rather, the girl who ended up dying on a mission after her powers awakened violently. The girl Robin replaced. She appears to be fiddling with the blackberry, a bored expression etched into her face. In the background, Robin can be seen at her desk, writing in a small note book.

Kate turns and says something to Robin, although she can't be heard over the audio. When she's ignored, she puts the blackberry down, and sneaks up behind the blonde, suddenly lunging forward and grabbing the book from under Robins pen. A wicked look on her face, she goes back a few pages, and although anyone watching can't hear her, she starts to read from the book. When Robin tries to get it back, she just holds it out of her reach, and continues to laugh cruelly, reading out page after page. At one point, Robin stops and listens to her, her expression embarrassed and hurt]

...That's not funny..