ITT: We're a Family of Professional Ghost Hunters

(In response to Felix's statement, Priscilla says...)
"I hope so!"

"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you...."

"Oh, Priscilla, you're kinda late, wanna go have fun with us?"

I can't think of a good signature.

"Yeah! The roller coaster!" says Matthew.

I haven't played the particular game that Tango is from, but still... robo kitty. :D

"Alright then..."

"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you...."

Oh gee... I shouldn't have come with. I knew I'd have no fun...

The sight of a rollercoaster rushing past them sends Cochran flinching.

Huzzah

"Come on! Let's all go!"

(A man is standing next to the ticket booth)

"Do you have a ticket to go on the roller coaster?"

"I do!"

"Thank you!"

I can't think of a good signature.

Alright, maybe we can get a bit of peace and quiet here.

"Whooo!" Matthew also gets on the roller coaster.

I haven't played the particular game that Tango is from, but still... robo kitty. :D

With Matthew and Sarah on board, and a gawking Cochran staring from the benches near the queue, the Black Cobra snaked out of the station with gusto, speeding off toward its loops and spins with a dynamic launch.

Puffy white clouds drifted along the blue horizon as the sounds of joyful screams and laughter echoed. If one didn't know better, they'd think the pop-up rides and games strewn along the Tempesta Pier had always been there, an idyllic contrast to the brass and copper of the city proper.

It all went sideways, though, when across the pier, the funhouse burst from its top with a purple gas. A plume shot from the chimney and circled above the rides, blocking out the sun and drenching the park below in its shadows. The guests themselves looked upward and gasped, expecting a thunderstorm but being greeted by something else entirely.

   "Well, ain't this a mighty fine park if I've ever seen one! Mm-mm-mm,"    the figure said, coalescing into a transparent form that spiraled out of the clouds, with a lavender shape and glowing yellow eyes.    "Mr. Braun did pretty good for himself with it, but I think it's high time we got some new management out here!"   

Out of the line for the Ferris wheel, one park-goer yelled, "And who are you, exactly?"

   "I was gettin' to that, little mister!"    With his left hand, the spirit gesticulated toward his head to materialize a bowler hat, and with his right, he raised the boy with a glowing set of strings like a marionette, bringing an evil grin under his eyes as his subject drifted into the air, terrified.

   "The name's Barclay Leslie,"    he said, grinning into the poor kid's eyes with malevolent intent, and as he began to sever the lines keeping the fellow airborne, he added,    "Esquire."   

Barclay laughed as the hapless fellow started drifting to the ground, but before he came close to hitting the ground, a smaller something-or-other burst from the funhouse with a fwoop, and with a streak of white light, the boy was coming down at a softer pace in the arms of someone in what resembled a diver suit.

"You okay, kid?" The boy nodded as the diver let him back down with his folks at the Ferris wheel line. "You should probably go now before this gets any weirder."

   "I thought I took care of you in the Hall of Mirrors, you ingrate!"    Barclay said.

The diver launched back into the sky with the bulky jetpack strapped onto his back, and his mask lit up as he said, "Guess you're just gonna have to try harder!"

oh, that's why I need this binary mind // ⌘

Felix, in the middle of unpacking lunch supplies, is interrupted by the sight of what just happened. After watching the events carefully, he lets out a massive sigh, before grabbing a worn backpack from the back of the truck, with a packing tape label saying 'emergency equipment'.

At least I remembered it this time...I Guess Lady Luck doesn't wanna let me off just yet.

He chuckles darkly as he approaches the scene.

What's going on here? He asks the diver. Any injuries?

Spotting Felix from above as he darted through Barclay's swatting motions, the diver called out to him.

"Oh, Mr. Bianco! Just the man I was lookin' to meet!" he said, using a speargun to fire off a harpoon made of white light toward the interloping ghost. "My name's Louie, and I could use your heeeeeeeeeelp!"

The harpoon made contact with Barclay, and the ghost retaliated by flicking the diver as if he were a gnat. Louie tumbled into a seat on the drop tower, which ended its last ride just in time for the guests to clear out. Barclay let off a howling laugh and raised his arms, distorting the already tall tower into a winding curve across the sky.

   "Keep your hands, feet and soul inside the vehicle at all times, you lemon!"   

oh, that's why I need this binary mind // ⌘

Out of the carnival's haunted house comes a very deep, ominous laughter^note Headcanon is this. The voice can be heard even from outside.

"   I finally get a sarcophagus of my own, and it is a cheap, plastic replica. Pathetic. Time to teach these foolish humans a lesson.   "

Out from the roof of the haunted house comes a massive ghost, at least 10 feet tall. He's wrapped up in a long cloak, and wearing a mask of Sobek the crocodile god.

I haven't played the particular game that Tango is from, but still... robo kitty. :D

Rufus, who had been with Felix in the meantime, notices the ghost emerging from the haunted house. Sensing danger, he runs toward the rollercoaster where Matthew is and barks to try and get his owner's attention.

A great Mascot Mook.

Despite the noise of the roller coaster, Matthew can still hear his best friend. He looks down and sees Rufus trying to chase the roller coaster.

"Rufus!" he calls down. "It's okay! It's only a ride! I'll get back to the ground soon, and everything will be-"

But then he looks over and sees Barclay and the other ghost. "...Oh no."

I haven't played the particular game that Tango is from, but still... robo kitty. :D

(As for what has happened to Priscilla, she got on a merry-go-round and had been riding it for a solid five minutes with a irritated look on her face.)

"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you...."

With a surge of pink energy emerging from Barclay's hands, the car of the drop tower shot up its twisted form at a ridiculous clip. His suit bound to the car by the interloper, Louie was pinned. But as the second ghost emerged from the haunted house, Barclay took his eyes off of the drop tower, and blurted out a disbelieving stammer at the sudden appearance of another terrifying form in the sky.

   "Hey! Pharaoh fella! What are you doin' here?!"    The menace in his voice had been displaced by incredulity.    "This was supposed to be my debut haunting! Y'know? Belle of the ball? All that?"   

With a breathe in and a deep sigh, Barclay facepalmed — only to be interrupted by a fist, made of hard white light, shooting from out of the top of the diving suit on the drop tower and into his cheek.

   "Cheap shot!"    he yelled as the fist reformed itself into a humanoid, white silhouette before him.

"I told you you'd have to try harder."

Edited by Tre on Jul 8th 2019 at 9:45:21 AM

oh, that's why I need this binary mind // ⌘

"   Hm? Oh, hello there,   " The other ghost chuckles. "   My apologies, but I have no idea who you are. I'm not even sure how I got here, to be honest. But I have no quarrel with you, only with humanity. I'll let you get back to it, although I would like to watch.   "

Edited by DrNoPuma on Jul 8th 2019 at 9:45:26 AM

I haven't played the particular game that Tango is from, but still... robo kitty. :D

Barclay looked over at the reptilian ghost, and then to Louie, who was wearing a particularly grim expression.    "I guess we can just get on with this, then?"   

"It'd be over with already if you'd just tell me where my body went!" Louie zoomed back in to try to land another hit, but before he could connect, Barclay sent him crashing into the ground beneath the Black Cobra's big loop. As Louie tasted the grass patch below, the ticket taker for the Cobra tiptoed his way down the platform stairs before darting for the park exit.

   "For the last time, Ye Lemon, I! Don't! Know! Now let me take over this theme park in peace! Jeez!"   

oh, that's why I need this binary mind // ⌘

Peaceful, isn't it Felix?

Here, Gerry is being very sarcastic.

The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.

Yep. As peaceful as a Bianco's day out could be.

Felix grabs a med pack from his bag, before thinking for a bit and grabbing a screwdriver as well. He rushes over to where Louie landed.

Need a hand?

Cochran shook. Oh d-d-d-dear... this day was scary enough without the ghosts... Felix, should I, um, evacuate citizens? Or perhaps these are negotiating ghosts? I’ve always preferred those...

Huzzah

Heh, they don't look in the mood to negotiate at the moment, and to tell you the truth neither am I. Evacuate and I'll update you as the situation changes, okay?

Louie lifted himself from the ground with a grunt and gave Felix a thumbs up. “One benefit of my current predicament? No lasting physical damage,” he said with a weak smile, trying (and failing) to laugh the pain off. All the while, Barclay was busy setting flame to the bottle stack game and the life-sized panda plushies above it.

A static wave seemed to ripple through Louie’s ghostly form for a second, but it faded as his diver suit flew toward them from the drop tower. He sucked himself back into the suit through the helmet, and as Felix passed him the screwdriver, he gave the head Bianco the rundown on his situation.

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NAME: Louis Gallagher Thurston, “Louie” for short
AGE (at time of body displacement): 23
FORMER PLACE OF LIVING: New Tempesta, and before that, Cincinnati
OCCUPATION: Previously an inventor. Currently... a ghost in a diver suit?
RELATION TO FELIX: ???

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“I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but I think my body got stolen somehow. I’ve been looking for the thief for a few weeks now, but I haven’t had much luck,” he said. “It’s somewhere in New Tempesta, I can feel it, but I’m running out of time to find it.”

Felix observed the suit for a moment after that. “It was originally going to be a personal travel apparatus, but as it turns out, it’s pretty good for keepin’ a wayward soul inside, too.”

Edited by Tre on Jul 8th 2019 at 2:10:16 PM

oh, that's why I need this binary mind // ⌘

Nifty. Felix nods.

Y'know, if there's a body-snatcher on the loose, I'd certainly like to track 'em down and give 'em a taste of the old Bianco medicine.

The commotion behind them roars once again.

Once we fix this mess of a day off, of course.

Felix pulls two de-ghostifyers from his bag, holding one out to Louie.

You got any experience with these things?

Cochran walks to a nearby crowd and pulls out a small megaphone from his satchel. His worried and panicked face shifts to steady determination as he gets to his job. His frail voice is amplified through the megaphone.

Everybody! Please, follow me out of the park in a calm, orderly fashion. Don’t fret! Parks usually offer refunds on days like these, and if you’ve not experienced much emotional distress, there is a perfectly good Six Flags a few miles away!

Cochran begins leading citizens out of the park.

Huzzah