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[phantomfenton]

Who: Danny and anyone within splash radius.
Where: Espoir, by the fountain
Style: Start and I'll follow!
Status: OPEN like a Fenton Ghost Portal without a DNA lock!

Dusk is one of the hardest times to see much of anything. There's too much light for eyes to adjust to spotting moving shadows, and there's just too little light to pretend it's still day.

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[mrmindgoosh]

[Maverick was enjoying his evening stroll through the village. He found that walking through this quaint little place was relaxing in a way and allowed him to clear his mind.

As he walked past the fountain, he heard someone cry out and then there was the sound of a lound splash. Maverick soon found himself (and his nice and expensive suit) completely soaked with freezing cold water. ]

What in the world!?

[phantomfenton]

*There is a high-pitched keen of complete distress from the fountain water. The next moment, Danny scrambles his way out of the fountain, landing ungracefully in a miserable heap outside of it.*

*There's your culprit, Maverick. It's this shivering, bedraggled, and faintly glowing little kid here.*

[mrmindgoosh]

[Maverick turns to the fountain where he sees a kid, that he could swear wasn't there before, pull himself out of the fountain and said kid was glowing.

Interesting.

He clears his throat before speaking.]

This suit was very expensive, you know.

But anyway, are you alright boy?

[phantomfenton]

*Even shaking violently and having visible trouble with circulation, Danny snaps his head up at the voice, obviously ready for a stronger, angrier reaction. When it becomes clear that he's not going to be yelled at, he relaxes the tiniest bit, surprised but grateful.*

S-sure, *Danny stutters, teeth chattering. He pulls himself out of his pile and drags himself to feet, using the fountain rim for support. Even in ghost form, it seems, the shock of cold hasn't been kind.* Just--f-freezing!

I'm s-sorry about y-your suit!

[mrmindgoosh]

[Pulls on his kind old uncle smile and chuckles.]

It's fine. I have plenty more where this came from. Don't worry.

However, if you don't mind me asking you boy, why didn't I see you when I passed the fountain and why are you glowing? Do you a power of some sort?

[phantomfenton]

*Danny seems to respond well; he pushes off from the fountain and faces him proper, skinny arms wrapped around himself for what little warmth they might provide.*

Um. *His eyes slide away from his for a moment.* N-No power...

T-those were p-probably because I'm--s-sort of a ghost.

*That gaze is back, and even though the corners of his mouth are curved tentatively upward now, it's as plain as day that Maverick is being watched for a reaction. Danny's ready to leave if he has to.*

[mrmindgoosh]

[Maverick's eyes widened in shock. Did this boy just say he was a ghost?]

Sort of a ghost? Does that mean you're dead or close to it?

[phantomfenton]

Um. Y-yes?

*Danny winces.* I mean--yes, I'm d-dead. I don't think ghosts h-happen unless you really are, s-so...

*There's something in Danny's expression that makes something not ring right. The wrong flavor of regret? Wistfulness? Why feel bad over what he just said, when he obviously has bigger things to brood over?*

[mrmindgoosh]

I didn't know the dead were also brought to this city as well.

[Maverick notes the regretful expression on Danny's face. Interesting.

He makes himself look worried..]

Is something wrong, son?

[phantomfenton]

*All Danny does is shrug, as though to innocently say 'me neither'. The man's following display of concern catches him a little off guard, though; he's unaware that he may have pinged the man's radar, so he goes with the first thing he thinks this harmless old guy is probably talking about.*

Um--n-nothing? Only--I'm--k-kind of f-freezing t-to the ground here--

*Danny's eyebrows draw together as an idea occurs to him, and he loosens his arms a little. This guy was surprised, but he doesn't hate ghosts, so it couldn't hurt to do something as innocuous as drying off, right? Plus, he is trying to figure out how the public here reacts to ghostly-stuff anyway...*

*Mind made up, he says as an aside,* 'S-scuse me for a s-second.

*Then he squeezes his eyes shut for a second, and all the water soaking him hits the ground at once.*

Th-there! *Danny grins, shivering less, now.* Th-that's better.

[mrmindgoosh]

[Because Maverick used to be around superheroes and other people with powers and thus he is used to people using their powers around him. So Danny using his powers to get dry didn't really shock him.

Still, it was still fascinating to meet others with powers he had never seen before. And this ghost boy could be very useful to him.]

That's a nice and useful ability you have there, boy. [he chuckles] Such a quick way to get dry! I wish I could do that.

[phantomfenton]

Um. *Cheered by the praise and compliments, Danny eyes the man's suit, which (unlike Danny) is still soaked in some places from the fountain's splash.*

If you w-want I could probably do it for y-you, too?

[mrmindgoosh]

[He glances down to his own wet suit.]

You can? That would be great. After all, an old man like me shouldn't be wet and cold in this weather.

How can I thank you for this...What is your name, boy?

[phantomfenton]

*Danny reaches forward, grasping the edge of the man's nearest sleeve. Weightlessness spreads through them both from that point of contact, and all remaining water should fall straight through the man, landing harmlessly on the ground. As soon as Danny lets go, the feeling stops.*

Um--Danny.

Danny Ph-phantom. And don't worry about repaying me--it was k-kind of my fault in the first place.

[mrmindgoosh]

[Maverick lets out a small gasp when he feels himself becoming weightless for a few moments before it disappears. He feels his suit and it amazed at how dry it is.]

You just saved me some money on dry cleaning son. Thank you.

Danny Phantom? [He makes a mental note to remember that name. Maverick holds out his hand.] My name is Albert. Albert Maverick.

[phantomfenton]

No problem. Like I said, it was my bad anyway. *Danny shrugs dismissively, trying not to look as pleased with himself as he really is.*

Nice to meet you. *Danny shakes his hand with a grip stronger than his shivering, unassuming frame would suggest.*

Um--how long have you been in Somarium, Mr Maverick?