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[ghostdrummer]

Will they see me? All the time?

It's an important question! If they can't see me then what will I do? I don't wanna be an invisible ghost. All alone. I need my boys around. Will I see them? Can you help me?

Sorry. This is strange and new for me. Uhm. Well I appreciate being remembered and brought out I suppose? But I'm not sure what I should do here. It won't help me finish my unresolved business. Maybe I can find someone to talk to. Well if they can see me.

Uncertainly yours,
Alex.

Oh and what's a "mobile"? Do I need one?

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[jc_superstar]

...You're a ghost?

A bit talkative for a ghost.

[ghostdrummer]

I do talk a lot don't I? But that's because I get nervous. Then I keep talking to fill up the air. But that just makes me more nervous because people think I talk too much...

I can't help it.

[jc_superstar]

Where I'm from, ghosts don't...talk.

They're not supposed to, anyway. And you claim to be...dead.

[ghostdrummer]

Well where I'm from we can and we do... just that most people can't hear or see us.

I have been dead for 25 years. [He would sigh... if he had a breath. But he doesn't. Nor a heartbeat. He's basically air.]

[jc_superstar]

25 years is a decent amount of time to not be at rest.

I would assume you want to be at rest? *An eyebrow arch with the slight shifting of weight. There's an unconscious movement like moving a long sleeve out of the way.*

[ghostdrummer]

Well sure. But I can't "be at rest" until I find the reason why I can't move on. And this isn't making it any easier. Because I'm not where I'm supposed to be. I don't know how I'd be able to find the reason here.

[jc_superstar]

Ah.

*Looks.... kind of constipated. And speaks carefully, as if this isn't a normal thing.*

Where...are you supposed to be? How did you die? Did someone kill you? Illness? Destitute?

[ghostdrummer]

Los Angeles. I died from a bad... street dog. [He looks uncomfortable at that admission] I don't know anything else. I died. Then I cried. Then I came back... 25 years later.

[jc_superstar]

*Winces.*

Ah, my regrets.

I can't say that I'm well versed in the specifics, but it sounds similar to what happened to my...brother. *The way he says it makes it apparent he's not used to nor very comfortable in using the term.*

He died. No one found his body. Came back 13 years later. Turned the whole world on its end because of it.

[ghostdrummer]

I'm sorry about your brother. My body was found. Probably buried... I hope... who knows... my parents considered me a sinner so they may have refused because of that. I don't... know. I only remember dying.

The ghosts I'm familiar with... can't really do that... we can't be seen.

[jc_superstar]

He should have stayed dead.

*blinks* So...someone found your body and disturbed it? *Frowns a bit about the parent thing*

Well, I can see you just fine.

[ghostdrummer]

Well sorry, it wasn't exactly something I could control. I didn't ask to be a ghost.

Uhm... we died in an ambulance. I don't know what happened with my body after that. I hope it was properly buried. [Just. Stares.]

Yeah... but most people can't.

[jc_superstar]

We?

*slow smirk which can easily be misunderstood as menancing*

Most people aren't cultivators.

[ghostdrummer]

My band. All three of us died that night. Then we came back. As ghosts. It's me, Reggie and Luke. I'm Alex.

Culti-what?

[jc_superstar]

There's two more of you out here? Where are they?

Cultivator. We put the restless to rest and suppress monsters and resentful energy.

As someone else mentioned, ancient ghost hunters? *eyeroll*

You may address me as Jiang Wanyin, Alex.

[ghostdrummer]

Well not here. I wish they were.

Oh... well... it's not working. [He shrugs.] I'm not sure what would work. Cos what I've seen... not a lot does.

That's... long. I'm not sure I can pronunce that. I'll just call you J.

[jc_superstar]

J?

*Long suffering sigh*

I don't know what exactly is needed at the moment. Unless you want to be completely obliterated instead of put back to rest. I can do that too, I'm not picky.

[ghostdrummer]

What? No! Why would anyone want to get obliterated? It sounds really painful! I almost got my soul teared apart once. I hated it. I'd rather stick around and find out what I need to do to walk on. No matter how long that takes.

[jc_superstar]

If a restless spirit cannot be soothed by completing unfinished tasks or honoring their life, they must be suppressed. Human souls should not remain stagnant in the reincarnation cycle.

Your first task would probably be to find your companions. Then you can solve the problem together.

[ghostdrummer]

I'm working on that... finishing my unfinished business. I know that I don't have much time. We'll fade eventually... I'm not sure I'll reincarnate either. Where I grew up they said that didn't happen. When you die you're supposed to go to Heaven or Hell. Not... whatever this is.

But then I didn't believe in ghosts either... so.

I'd love to find them. But I don't know where to look.

[jc_superstar]

What about this 'Los Angeles' place? You can't go back there?

[ghostdrummer]

If I could I wouldn't be here.

[jc_superstar]

I'm sorry. I don't know how to help.

[ghostdrummer]

It's fine.