Brought to you by the number "13", and the letter "Ghosts".

[ghostsgoddamnit]

First of all, fuck you very much for summoning me here. Not my idea of a good time. Not that I haven't had infinitely worse, brain breakingly, eye-gouging, vomit inducing times. Don't care. Just because this sucks a little less, doesn't mean it doesn't suck a lot.

You suck.

Sorry. Just a little "touchy" about the interruption of my R.I.P-age. Also I'm not sorry. Deal with it.

So. Are we doing this thing or what? Yeah, you heard me. Just because I've got all day doesn't mean you can take it. Chop chop.

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Because both me and Danny are jerks.

[halfa_hero]

[Have a ghost boy]

Maybe you're still dead and this is Purgatory.

Yay jerks!

[ghostsgoddamnit]

Uh, yeah I'm still dead. That doesn't just get better.

And I wish. Purgatory sounds great compared to the free floating emotional trauma around here.

Speaking of: unless you want me to spew ectoplasm on...whatever the hell that is you died in, I'd appreciate it if you stayed out of my personal space.

Then you most certainly want a demon right?

[notjustinthemirror]

Summoned?

I will take all the horrible things.

[ghostsgoddamnit]

That's what I said.

<3

[notjustinthemirror]

I know what you said.

The implication was that you would tell me what you meant.

[ghostsgoddamnit]

I think it was pretty self explanatory. I used it in a sentence; what more do you want?

Besides, you have a face like a guy who's intimately acquainted with the concept.

[notjustinthemirror]

I don't get summoned anywhere. I show up wherever I please.

You just don't look ... dead. You're still all gooshy and full of blood and organs and whatever else it is that makes humans tick.

[ghostsgoddamnit]

Well color me insanely fucking happy for you.

Charmed, I'm sure, but I don't swing...anywhere near anyone else, so.

[notjustinthemirror]

Well aren't you charming?

And here I am trying to be all social too.

[He pulls a bottle out from nowhere along with a glass and pours himself a drink.]

Care for some?

OMFG Rafkin! :0 Here, have another Dark Castle muse.

[ferryman]

My thoughts exactly. I don't appreciate being pulled from my work and forced here just so I can entertain a bunch of writers who enjoy pretending to be us.

[ghostsgoddamnit]

If you're looking for social, you're barking up the wrong tree. I wasn't social before the guy broke me in half at the spine with his bare hands.

No thanks. My drug of choice comes in pill form. And I'm dead.

Oh Ghost Ship. Jack & Cyrus would have been such bffs.

[ghostsgoddamnit]

Some people need to get a life.

[notjustinthemirror]

Someone sounds bitter.

And I've never been alive. Doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves. What were you hoping to do? Stand in the corner and hope people ignored you?

[ghostsgoddamnit]

Old habits. Post-mortem migraines. Possibly I'm just a dick.

Poltergeist, or...?

Don't knock it. Beats the alternative most of the time.

[notjustinthemirror]

Poltergeist? Do I look like I crawled out of a TV or a swimming pool in a suburban backyard?

The alternative being talking to me.

Sure, until they both tried to kill one another. :)

[ferryman]

Yes, yes they do.

This mun of mine has better things to do, yet she prefers this. As if she thinks she can write me.

[ghostsgoddamnit]

Little bit.

The alternative being: Can you communicate with my dead pussy cat? If you're so psychic how come you don't know I'm about to punch you? Har har har. And do you have any idea how hard most people find it to keep their fucking hands to themselves?

Talking I can deal with, just stay the fuck over there.

[notjustinthemirror]

Ow. That one hurt.

I tend to get crowbars swung at me a lot so yes, I do know how hard most people find it to keep their fucking hands to themselves.

Actually.. why don't you know when people are about to punch you?

[laughingalltheway]

Well you strike me as a fellow who knows how to have a fantastic time, see. Just look at all you have to talk about!

Gloriously gloriously kill one another.

[ghostsgoddamnit]

Oh, come on. That was grade-A morgue humor.

And let's keep things a little less existential, huh? My head is already killing me.

[ghostsgoddamnit]

NO. NO CLOWNS. NO FUCKING CLOWNS.

[ghostsgoddamnit]

Because it doesn't fucking work like that!

[notjustinthemirror]

Well excuse me for not knowing everything about whatever sort of psychic powers you have.

[laughingalltheway]

Huh.

You're practically your own circus, you know.

Ahaha, my this makes me nostalgic!

[wontturntofoam]

Are you complaining that she didn't allow you to remain dead?

That seems most ungrateful.