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liltuna) wrote in bridgescribble2023-01-22 12:08 pm
Is anyone there?
Hasn't anyone taught you not to mess with Ouija boards?! Do you want ghosts?? Because this is how you get ghosts! How to Play — Leave a top-level comment with your character, and maybe set up a scenario for what lead you here. — Reply to others! Talk to the dead together! — How the dead respond is totally up to you — threadhops from scary ghost muses, or pre-determined responses, or players can take turn choosing letters à la r/AskOuija! Have fun with it! Make it creepy! |
Ragna the Bloodedge | BlazBlue
... You sure this is a good idea?
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Sure I'm sure! It'll be great for a video!
[ She's gotta make sure to get views by having a lot of different things so her fans don't get bored right? ]
Mimikyu 👻 Pokémon
You can also ask me to threadjack anytime you like. ❤ ))
Re: Mimikyu 👻 Pokémon
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[She doesn't understand the psychological needs of human beings sometimes. Not all funerals follow the same show, whether a body or urn is present, so today breaks the standard tradition by a long shot. Her clients have asked for an ouija board to be displayed at the front of the funeral home chapel. She'd question it more if they wanted to write incantations or the floor in chalk, but requests are conducted to the best of her ability and this one is no different.
Bathed in amber and pink lights is a rustic oak table, adorned with a pale green tablecloth, she removes the ouija board from its wooden box. Nothing about its design is alarming, quite the opposite, in fact, it fascinates her on a historical level. Where was it made? How old is it? She has to resist staring at the wooden board for eternity, placing it carefully on the table, not a hair out of place.
And yet, as she's about to walk away...
The planchette, adorned with ancient designs of Lunatone and Solrock, calls to her. Without thinking, a hand is on the wooden tool, hovering it over the 'goodbye', before stopping completely.]
Do people really ask these things serious questions? Not like it'll have any answers.
[All of her questions are locked up behind the mask she wears. Making friends? Enjoying life? Simple dreams that she knows can never be fulfilled, for now...]
Ouija Roman | Vampire the Masquerade| OTA
We are both dead things that don't shut up even when asked politely.
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[ Not the point! It's a Genuine Hasbro, relatively new, surprisingly not themed, and it's got the planchette. ] Anyway, I only used one once before. I think it was '63? Maybe '64. Mostly all that happened was Rhonda kept trying to make it say commercial jingles, but she couldn't spell anything upside down so it didn't really work. In hindsight that was probably really disrespectful.
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Commercial jingles? Was that the cosmic knowledge she sought? Not disrespectful if it's what you're truly after. Lots of people caper in the face of... Registered trademark occult evenings. So you don't believe in this stuff, huh? What about fortune telling?
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I didn't believe in it so much when I was barely 20. And I think the only cosmic knowledge Rhonda wanted was whether or not she'd be rich, which ended up a big 'No, Goodbye.' Trying to spell out 'plop plop fizz fizz' was her making a goof out of it.
Asta Macauliffe | Hunter: the Vigil | OTA
You think we’re actually gonna talk to ghosts? Maybe we can summon James Dean and ask him about cars. -Ooh, ooh, or ask Houdini for pointers in escaping traps! That would be sweet.
dean winchester | supernatural
[ This is always a bad idea. ]
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{ Yeah, he has jokes. He’s undead, but Dean will have to make his own conclusions about that part. Why not just roll with it? }
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[ Just roll with it, man. ]
You never know what'll pop out.
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{ He's going with it, alright. }
My mama would be rolling in her grave. Ask a question.
maya fey / ace attorney
Miss Eliza Scarlet, Detective | Miss Scarlet and The Duke
Evangeline Nix, Doctor of Crypto-Biology || Antiquarian Horror OC, reluctant vampire || OTA
The planchette is missing-- the good doctor keeps them locked in a drawer below the case.
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She so detests the way modern clothes feel and smell to her vampiric senses.
She gets up from her desk and approaches where the stranger is looming over the vitrines.
"Incomplete?" She asks, brow furrowed, peering at the specimen with almost maternal concern.
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“Why yes, it is without two key components,” he explains in his voice warm and elegant. He uses ah upper class British accent. People tend to accept any eccentricity when they hear it, for whatever reason. “The first, the planchette.”
His true form has a baleen style grate on his neck, rather than a mouth. But the smile his shell makes is broad and amused. “And a spirit!”
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"As for ghosts, none have been documented in the library. Surprising, given the number of artifacts in the collection and the number of seances held here, to wildly varying and mysterious results."
And yet, she's often sure she's not alone here, especially in the small hours when it's only her.
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He releases his cane, so that he can shrug- the cane remains perfectly upright, despite its rounded bottom and heavy, horse headed top giving the impression it should flop over immediately. “Perhaps it is simply the case that the ghost here doesn’t properly file its paperwork?”
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She hears it less now than in other times in history: the early 1900s and the 1960s brought gaggles of psychics to her door but now the traffic to the library is simply several orders of magnitude less and those who do come seem at least a little more subtle about such things.
The cane catches her attention for half a moment, a cat-like fixation of her large mercury colored eyes, before she decides it must be some gimmick carefully engineered to do precisely that and she glances back up at the strange guest.
"Do you want to see the planchettes?" She asks, assuming he's an enthusiast or perhaps collector of talking boards. She's already retreating back to her desk in search of the drawer keys.
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"I'd be delighted- but just the one interests me strangely." His free hand gestures at the particular board he'd been examining when she spoke to him. It really is a delightful object, and he does wish to explore the aura around it further. "You can call me John, by the way."
John Smith is such a terrible alias, he just can't resist using it.
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Within, the planchets sit nestled like insect specimens in boxes of cotton wool, neatly labeled with some sort of code that connects it to the ouija or talking board that it matches. She lifts out the box containing the well-worn wooden planchette of the board in question. She turns it over in her palm to show him the underside and it sits in her hand like an overturned beetle, helpless but vaguely menacing.
"This particular model doesn't have wheels, it just slides across the board. You can see the feet have been replaced sometime between when the board was made and when it was turned over to us. And even with new feet, the felt slides are pretty well-worn. It certainly saw a lot of action. The War and all." She says, turning it back over.
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"Fascinating..." He leans heavily on his cane as he bends down to examine it. His psychic shell is as tall as his true form, sans the horns, making for one impressively lofty human. His flexible, swan-like neck does most of the bending in reality but the visible result is no different. "It must have meant a great deal to someone."
And he can practically smell the spiritual energy wound up in it. Is it just residue, from countless uses? Or something else, a lurking presence? He wants to know.
"Please, may I...?" He turns one hand palm up, head tilted with a quizzical look. He is at least polite about it, and there's a gentle reverence in his tone that makes it seem unlikely he'll be careless with it.
Nico di Angelo | PJO canon
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Triffany removes one paw to beckon the boy closer. "Come one, doncha wanna see what the fuss is all about?"
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He gives her a look, then blows out a sigh. "Fine," he said and got on the ground.
"Alright, what do we do?"
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She rests the tips of her paws on the triangular bit of wood. "But not too hard, or else it's difficult to move around."
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He took in another breath, closing his eyes. "Do I need to chant anything?" he asked. And then. "How old are we going? Like a few hundred or a few thousand years?"
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She settles back onto her seat and takes in a deep breath. "We can't exactly be picky with the ghosts. If they're around, they're around. And to be honest, if we go back far enough, they'll be talkin' in a language either of us understand! I think we should see what happens first."
Not that she believes she'll see a real ghost, but it's nice to think that the dead are out there, checking on the living. It's why anyone communes with spirits: to get advice and comfort from the people that no longer have to worry about life.
"You got a good chant? Once we're both, um, 'possessed', we'll feel the impulse to move the planchette around the letters. Whatever we see in the circle is the ghost's message."
Klaus Hargreeves | The Umbrella Academy
Koakuma | Touhou Project | OTA