*Akito crouched near the door to the kitchen, shaking out a salt can sized bottle of some sort of dark powder into the hall along the line of the wall where it wouldn't be easily seen. He glances both ways and disposes of the can inside a potted plant, then ducked into the room. Jogging quickly, the thief snuck out the window, and worked his way ( Read more... )

*Heiji is lying in bed, and doesn't look entirely happy about being there. There's a slight haze about the room at the edges of the picture ( Read more... )

[There is a click and suddenly you are looking at one brown eye peering into the screen. Then the person gets back and you see it's actually a young man in his twenties.]Can people actually see me in there? Well, time to find out ( Read more... )

[Allen sat down outside, his ghost wearing a very familiar outfit that he recognised as the old exorcists uniform. Yet, he had never really met Suman in this way before. He had made sure that when he sat down, that he sat right in front of him, eyes to the floor the memory of that day fresh in his mind as if it was only yesterday. But it hadn't. A ( Read more... )

( Cut just to be safe, this ain't no Scream, mang )

[The video feed comes on to the inside of ... well, it's Tsuna's room, as much as there's a corner with some other, smaller furniture. In the center of the room, on a small table, is a very large sheet cake with the Vongola crest on it; above the crest are the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY", and below it, "REBORN AND TSUNA". The alternating corners are ( Read more... )

((ooc: purple is Lenalee, red is ghost!Anita.))

[Lenalee is sitting on a bench in the garden, hands folded in her lap. Behind her is a gorgeous woman in ornate robes that cover just a little bit too little, comb in hand. Her wistful smile is almost motherly as she brushes Lenalee's hair out.]

Your hair is getting long again.

Yes. There's still a ( Read more... )

[Hope is hiding somewhere in the manor. He's sitting and his face might be a little damp. It's water from when he splashed his face! Honest. And those soft sobs you hear? That might be Hope. But it's not really ( Read more... )

[Catherine sat quietly in the dining room, fingers tracing the outline of a glass of her usual drink, while over her shoulder a ghost of her past was hanging around. Although she appeared to give him no notice, the ghost appeared to be doing the same to her.]

The author was sure she would have her little fun this week by sending these... ghosts of ( Read more... )

( Cut for length )