[identity profile] thumbonmylip.livejournal.com
Unfortunately, I cannot believe that you are real, Light-kun, Kira.

Oh, but I am, L, "Ryuuzaki-kun" I am. Not only that but I've won back home. You're death triggers your successors of course- sneaky as you always were. I killed them and won. They're dead, all three. I didn't even have to have a hand in any of their deaths, I soiled others' with your tainted, unworthy blood.

[There is silence, he knows that Near survived, his age proved it but... perhaps since 'other' people... No, he couldn't believe that sort of thing. That Mello was dead.. That Matt had died.. that was enough for him to live in guilt about his own death rather than having died in bitter sweet triumph.]
Really, Light-kun. If you're Light-kun, you'd have known better than to try and lie to me after both of my successors have been here with me, more than once. It's true, about two of them, but I know well enough you didn't "win". My successors are my greatest legacy; intelligent, strong willed and driven- against all three you wouldn't have stood a chance.

You're the reason they're dead, L. They're dead, I win-- as for your greatest legacy. What about a certain name I remember? One Beyond Birthday? I wrote his name by my own hand and crushed him in the cell that you most likely drove him to.

[Again there's silence, and a small, remorseful sigh.]
I claim no responsibility for the mindset of others, though, I am responsible for his initiation int-- ..... [There is a worn sigh and he shuts off the device prying into his private conversation.]

(OOC: My shitty attempt at Light is in purple. For a certain awesome picture of Light in a superhero costume lol)
[identity profile] worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com
[Mello's voice is forced calm but tinged by some emotion he's struggling to hide. Although, it's hard to say which]

L, can we talk?
[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com
[Piccolo was on edge. The ghost of his father had been pressing his buttons all week and oh boy did the Daimao know what buttons to push. The Daimao had made it near impossible to drink, sleep, meditate and even train. Poor Piccolo was ready to snap. Not to mention Piccolo's recent complacency in the manor was beginning to get to him. He could only keep is unyielding hatred under wraps for so long before it put him in a mood. At least in that empty city he could blow up whatever the hell he wanted with little to no consequence. But in this place he risked aggravating some one stronger then him, which could end up in a rather painful death, and death was really not something he felt the need to experience twice.

For now Piccolo is trying to release tension by storming through the halls, and slamming his fist into the walls leaving crater-like holes with one hand and holding his head to quell his raging headache with the other. Not going to lie though, that destruction felt good. The only thing that could make him feel even better was beating someone within an inch of their life. His first choice would definitely be the old man behind him, but he was willing to take surrogates...
]
[identity profile] controlstheice.livejournal.com
[The Blackberry seems to have been knocked to the floor as the room appears to be covered in ice, nothing seems untouched.]

Why won't you go away! I don't want you following me now! You are dead, stay that way!

[He flings his arm as ice spiked up from the floor, he seems to be trying to freeze his ghost, but no success, as he stands there twitching.]

I tried ignoring you for so long, but that was enough, just go away now please, I don't care who you are, you can't exactly do anything.

[The ghost as if being challenge as she tried to go right through kind which sent Aidou flying back trying to avoid her and hitting the Blackberry switching it off]
[identity profile] searchformysin.livejournal.com
 Does anyone know if their ghost friend follows them into the bathroom?

It may sound like a silly question, but there are certain things I don't want my mother to see right now as it will make her worry and ask questions that I don't honestly want to answer to a ghost.
[identity profile] kingroadie.livejournal.com
[The feed obviously isn't intentional. From the tilted angle and the fact Eddie is staring straight ahead should be a good indication of that. He's strumming at his guitar idly, expression dull as tranlucent hands coax across his shoulders.

The view remains pretty stable until Eddie shifts on the bed, trying to get away from the ghostly hands. The blackberry being jarred into a better view of the roadie and his ghostly visitor.

A inky ghost brushing her lips teasingly against his ear, whispering something in his ear with a feral smirk. Eddie's response is to just bat at her unhappily.
]

Cut it out. Ya hear me?

[This just earns a soundless laugh from the woman. She pressing her lips lightly against his cheek, a hand drifting to rest on his chest, over his heart. Small fingers drawing the shape of a heart before letting her hand become intangible, going through his chest in a rough stabbing motion. The ghost giving another soundless laugh as Eddie jerks away, on his feet, coughing into his hand as goosebumps roll across his skin.]

Damn it- What the fuck- [He's still coughing, frustration clear as he tries to ignore her laughter. He grabs at a book and tosses it at her. It hitting the wall instead of the ghost, tumbling down and hitting the blackberry cutting the feed entirely.]
[identity profile] scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com

[Anyone outside might run into Black Jack, sat underneath one of the trees. Despite the weather, he doesn't seem too bothered although he's pretty soaked. His ghost, an attractive woman with long dark hair, is sat next to him, speaking words that only he can hear. At one point he wipes a hand across his face and under his eyes, and closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the tree]
[identity profile] featherdrequiem.livejournal.com
[All week so far Kuja's been followed around by the ghost of his creator Garland, who he just so happened to kill. All the while that he's been there all the Genome has heard is the constant speech that he was no good, just a pilot creation to give him an idea of what to aim for. Eventually he'd had enough, even though wherever he went the ghost followed him he needed to go somewhere that he could drown him out. Though even being in the music room proved to no avail. So, if anyone's passing by outside they'll find Kuja sat on the patio, a distant look in his eyes as he tries desperately to tune out the old man.]

Stop your incessant blathering you old fool. I killed you to be rid of you, not so you could linger and bother me even after death.
[identity profile] always1truth.livejournal.com
[Now that the whole murder mess is out of the way, Conan is lounging on a chair in the game room with a book propped open- this time it's Ellery Queen.]
[identity profile] the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com


[The feed will just show Elizabeth sat against the pillows on her bed, reading. Anne's ghost appears to be restless, and is talking at Elizabeth, without much response from her. When she silently asks her a question and Elizabeth doesn't respond, she gets up and storms over, ripping the book from her daughters hands, and throwing it across the room. She then starts to shout angrily at Elizabeth, who simply gets off the bed and goes to get her book back. When she turns back, her tone is calm, but clipped.]

I have nothing more to say to you.

[This time sitting out of view of the camera in the window seat, the feed now just shows Anne' ghost, looking like a spoilt child who just had just been denied a privelege.   She points at her daughter and says something to her, most likely something accusing or spiteful]


Well, I suppose it's lucky that he's not like that then, isn't it?


[identity profile] cuteuketwin.livejournal.com

[Video switches on to reveal darkness, as soon a candle was lit and Kaoru sitting there with a smile on his face.]

Someone mentioned telling ghost stories. I like that idea and I have one In mind that I heard when I was younger.

One evening a young girl saw a woman while on her way home from school. The woman was wearing a red cloak and a white mask that was covering her mouth. The woman then asked "Am I beautiful?" to which the girl who couldn't clearly see all of the woman's face, but from what she could see she looked beautiful.

"Yes you are beautiful" the girl replied as the woman started to take off her mask and asked again "Am I really beautiful?"

The woman's mouth had been split open and went to her ear and out of fear, the girl started to run terrified at the sight. The woman however chased after her at a fast speed and caught up without much trouble and said, while hiding a big sickle. "I want to do for you what was done with my face," and with that the woman slashed the girls face with the sickle, splitting it like she said she would.

The story is said to be based on truth and no matter how the children she prayed on answered it would always end the same way, mouth slashed open using either a sickle, kitchen knife or a razor.

I hope you enjoyed my little ghost story, I have plenty more where that came from.

[A smile like smirk on his face as he switches off the Blackberry.]

[identity profile] a-damned-liar.livejournal.com
[This is it, the eleventh hour, Conan has left him no more wiggle room. Yoh hasn't even told Minatsuki he got caught. He hasn't told anyone anything. Yoh hates the truth and will avoid it at almost all costs. But it'd be better to out himself than have Conan unravel everything in front of everyone. He didn't know what exactly Conan would say.

And that thing about avoiding the truth? Hard to do when the man he helped murder, the man he hated, the man who tried to rape his sister, the man who beat them both, was standing just behind him. They'd spent the last four days screaming at one another and now the older Takami, invisible to everyone but Yoh, was glaring down at his son. People have probably heard snippets of their arguments. "You deserved it!" "I'm not sorry!" "Don't you fucking dare talk about her!" "She's not part of this!" "DON'T TALK ABOUT HER!" "It was your fault! Everything was your fault!" "I'll do it again!"

Yoh is ignoring him.

The blond looks resolute, he's channeling his cold persona for this.]


I know there's been confusion. Everyone wants to know what happened to Miria in that little shit hole a couple weeks back. She said she saw him. That's probably bullshit. But I can tell you who killed her.

It was me.

I killed Miria.

[Private to Minatsuki]

Just pretend you didn't know about it. Please.

[Private to Conan]

There, happy?!
[identity profile] mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com
[The Plot Bunny does his usual thing]

Okay, okay, look, I'm sorry I'm late I just uh...

[He didn't want to have to deal with ghosts. He's looking around anxiously for anything out of the ordinary]

wasn't feeling good.

[His nose is twitching faster than usual and his ears are standing straight up, twitching towards even the slightest sound.]

Right. Not feeling good. So, uh, let's just get down to business.

[Chews open the envelope, but he doesn't eat the paper he pulls free.]

Right, *ahem* "Booo! It's October so you know what that means! Halloween is in teh air!! The Manor is all decked out and as a special Halloween celebration gift the entire month will be filled with spooky plots! This time everybody's getting a specal visit from somebody who died in their past. Enjoy!!"

[As usual he pronounces the misspellings.]

Right, if you guys don't have any questions I am out of here.
[identity profile] 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..
[identity profile] 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."]
[identity profile] 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.]
[identity profile] 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!
[identity profile] holy-pickle.livejournal.com
[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 )
[identity profile] playstheking.livejournal.com
[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.

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