12 Ghosts [Accidental Audio]

[schrodingersghost]

[Danny's voice comes through communicator somewhat muffled, due to being hastily stuffed in his pocket as he left home.]

Um, Youmu? Hello?

What's wrong? Why aren't you...

Look, I'm really sorry about the whole point the thermos at you thing. I mean, I wasn't really expecting anyone to come around the corner like that.

Youmu?

...Are you okay? Why aren't you saying anything? You look kind of frozen.

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

[Danny feels the thermos rattle in his hands and stares at it in confusion.]

The thermos? But it's empty!

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[yiban-youtiao.livejournal.com]

[But there's a myon inside, Danny! Where are those occupied signs when you need them?

The myon can't speak--or see, or hear, but it can certainly hit walls! And bounce off the surface of whatever the inside of the device was made of.

The thermos rattles more.]

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

[Danny holds the thermos up to his ear and shakes it curiously.]

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[yiban-youtiao.livejournal.com]

[AAAAAH MOVING MOVING DO NOT WANT.

Myon is rattled around a bit like a marble in a paint can--if it had mass, it might have sounded like one.

There is a quiet pinging noise whenever Youmu's ghost half hits a wall, though.]

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Okay, that settles it. There is definitely something inside. But how? I know it was empty before.

[The teen glances between Youmu and the thermos, starting to get the beginning of an idea. With an expression of resolve, he twists off the lid of the thermos and flips the reversal switch, tensing himself to recapture of the ghost if it attacked.]

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[yiban-youtiao.livejournal.com]

[There is a brief flash of...something, white and partially see-though as myon is thrown out of the thermos. But it quickly disappears, flickering out of apparent existence like a glitched memory.

There is also a moment of reconnection--Youmu was not used to...both halves being broken apart like that.

Then Youmu twitches--her back arches, as if struck by lightning--and then she seems to come back to life. A not quite coordinated one. The half ghost staggers, and looks...confused.

What just happened?]

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Youmu? [Danny rushes forward and holds her by her shoulders.]

Are you okay?

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[yiban-youtiao.livejournal.com]

[Youmu is a ragdoll for a moment--and then stiffens. There was someone in her personal space bubble.]

W-what--

[She leans away, not recognizing faces yet.]

What...happened?

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

...I

I'm not sure.

You were frozen or something. You weren't talking or moving or anything. And there was something inside my thermos.

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[yiban-youtiao.livejournal.com]

[Youmu blinks; and bits of her brain click back together...]

...Mr...Fenton?

[She considers this--quite as if this this was entirely new information. Which it quite likely was.]

...I was?

What was the...dark place, then?

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Dark place? I'm not sure.