"So than I told him to come and get it because I'm already dead!" Bertrand replied with the snapping of fingers. Wulf and Technus stared in their usual boredome.

"Since when the hell am I your bitch?" Technus snapped sparking as he got angry.

"Since I sign your paycheck." Technus paused. He did have a point ( Read more... )

His interaction with Faux had given the Ghost Writer an uncanny ability to sense when things were going to screw up for everybody; the problem was he couldn't pin-point when it was going to happen or how. Now was one of those times, and he was one of the people it was going to happen to. He finished off his liquor, turned off the radio, and waited ( Read more... )

Kwan looked around at the gathering as they split off into their groups. "I guess we should find someplace where we'll be less exposed while working on the amulet," he said to the other mages. He looked around for a good place to work.

Dora flew towards the castle, the others riding on her back as they flew through the air. As they grew closer to the castle, it was easier to see the landscape ( Read more... )

Ghost Writer yawned, clicking very aimlessly. He had purchased a new RPG game entitled "Fantasian" from a friend and popped into the keyboard a while ago to give it a try. RPGs tended to bore him more than the games with actual gameplay, but he was only being bias. Still, that distracted from the fact he was dozing off.

A breeze and an odd smell ( Read more... )

Dan whistled softly as he knocked on Ghost Writer's door. He shifted the boots from one arm to the other and grinned. This was really quite a lot of fun.

Technus grinned down at the city below. This newest plan of his would shake both the ghost and the human world ( Read more... )

Randy sat in Ghost Writer's bedroom, watching his brother lay as cold and pale and still as a corpse. He didn't know what was going on or how this had happened but he knew one thing. This character, worse than any written into a novel, Faux, had returned.

He opened the door solemly for Technus before he even knocked.

Ghost Writer brought his hands to his arms and rubbed some feeling into him. He was colder than ever now, and it wasn't because of any damned ice powers. He brought them down and simply tightened his scarf and overcoat before pouring some scotch in a glass to warm him. He felt as though he was coming down was something, he hoped it would pass soon ( Read more... )

Ghost Writer decided to meet up with Freakshow for the girl's night out they had planned, and he was loving the sound of his high-heeled knee-high boots hitting the ground. His fishnets ran up to his nice short skirt that went up to a bare belly barely covered by a tube top. Over that- rested a purple denim jacket with his hair pulled into a pony ( Read more... )