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Guess who accidentally stayed up all night making a character sheet and now regrets all of their life choices?


Do you think there'd be a kind of alien secret underground? Maybe not quite as extensive as seen in CW's Supergirl, but something along those lines?
Mind if I go ham on some Danny Phantom fanon and aus? I've got some crazy ideas, but I think they'll play out really nicely and not be op or anything. :P It'll be an alien type deal though instead of ghosts (except there'll totally be a spooky ghostly undercurrent lol), with my Danny Phantom analogue being an alien maybe a little more powerful than Starfire, about High Medium in level.
I'm interested!
The first time someone came down the stairs to the platform Koda had perked up and span around to greet the Ghost Girl again, only the words died on his lips as realized they were not, in fact, the Ghost Girl, but some other nameless pedestrian. Or so he assumed, they loitered in the subway away from him and looked nervous, followed by another, and another, and soon he realized they carried masks of their own. The Others, he realized, somehow he'd thought they'd arrive as one, or at least headed by their ghostly guide, but no, it wasn't until the last arrived, another young girl, that the Ghost Girl returned. She didn't acknowledge him specifically, but he felt her attention turn to the group he stood with.

Then she gave him the one thing he wanted; the opportunity to get answers. This was something new, and as with all new things that came into Koda's life he wanted to explore it, learn about it. He barely slowed enough to let another finish asking their own questions, but they were weak questions, why and what were a good start, but phrased like that? He didn't waste his breath on the scoff he wanted to let loose, there were more important things to know:

""Transported to a different world,"" he quoted, mentally slapping the name 'Irriss' on a label under 'Other Worlds' and continuing on, "how is that achieved? Can we come back? Will we be using a wormhole or quantum transmitters? Is it dangerous? Will we have to account for time dilation? How did you get enough energy into a subway train to power this kind of travel? When you say 'world' do you mean it as in a planet or as in a parallel universe? What kind of-" His tirade of questions, the first few of the horde he'd been brewing since she'd left him here to fetch the others, was briefly interrupted when the mask in his hands made an awkward and insistent lurch- He barely paused for breath before swapping one question for another; "-and what the hell is this and why does it feel like it's eating my fingers?" He demanded with an annoyed look at the mask, raising it up to for emphasis. The misty blackness at its edges had expanded to wrap tightly around his fingers, much like a baby's hand might do, though decidedly creepier- and pricklier too. He kept forgetting it was in his hands, but it seemed to have had enough of being ignored.

It was... he didn't know. It confused him, made him feel... emotions he wasn't used to, couldn't properly name. He decidedly looked away from it, eyes snapping up to meet the Ghost Girl's in a silent challenge for answers. Already the annoyance from the weird mask was fading, replaced once more by excitement. He was going to learn something new here, and his lab back at Talos was finally going to get some use. Eventually. Apparently they were going on a field trip where these kinds of advancements were common place, or at least he hoped they were.

His mind was moving too quickly with the possibilities to even begin to guess at what he was dealing with; aliens? Actual ghosts? He was a scientist yes, but that didn't mean he was a skeptic, like how some scientists could reconcile their faith with their understanding of how the world worked- he could reconcile his understanding of how the world worked with the fact that some things he just didn't understand yet. It was actually a comon occurance that he didn't understand something, especially in his family where everyone was at least ten times smarter than him- but not this time, this time I'm the one doing the researching, finding the answers to something new! He realized suddenly he didn't have any equipment, just his phone, but the Ghost Girl had the answers, he could prove her words later.

The what wasn't the only thing he had problems ascertaining either though, it was also the why, and the more he thought about it the more credit he gave to the boy who'd asked questions before- sure Koda prioritized different concepts in their sparse ten minutes, but those other questions, pointless as they had seemed a moment ago, now might have actually had a point. He was suddenly faced with the fact that he didn't know where he was going, why he was going there, what he'd be doing, what he'd find, or when he'd come back- and it's Kenan's birthday tomorrow too, I'm going to miss my flight...

He was distracted by the mask once again, it's tangible shadow-like edges had pulled the tops of his fingers tightly against the edge of one of the hard glass-like triangles and he was forced to trade hands so it wouldn't cut him. Surprisingly the mask gave little fuss and relinquished his fingers with ease, only to try and ensnare the new ones that now held it in his off-hand. He really wanted to get this thing under a microscope, it felt like holding a sleepy octopus. He hadn't noticed the small aura of dark cloud-like tentacles surrounding the mask before, but they seemed obvious to him now, but after a second of looking at them too long they seemed almost... not there? As if they were switching between visible and invisible, which of course only made him want to study it more.

It only took a few seconds for Koda to consider all this; remembering his utter lack of information, acknowledging his possible disappearance, the mask's weird behavior, and then he was zeroed in on the Ghost Girl again, because she was the one with the answers.
I'm here! Forever! Muahahahahah!
"Sorry I couldn't reach the phone, please leave a message and I'll get back to you." He was relieved, sure he was expecting she'd be in bed by now, but it was always nice to dodge a conversation with his mother.

"Hey mom, sorry it's so late but I'm just leaving now." As he said this he stepped out of the elevator and into the brightly lit lobby. "My flight leaves at ten tomorrow so I'll be around by dinner at your place. I sent Kenan's present ahead, text me if you got that already. I already wrapped it so just open up the shipping package and just stick it with the rest."

Just then the receptionist spied him making his way across the room and jumped up; "Hey Koda! The Director said to request records from the Academy again! We're finally hiring some new interns can you believe it?!"

Koda smirked, amused by her glee, the both of them had been conscripted many times by now to do intern-level work such as delivering papers and fetching coffee and countless other mundane task that interfered with their actual jobs here. "I'll get right on it, how many does he want?"

He paused, halfway out the door just to hear her response; "Three! But if you give him puppy dog eyes he'll push it to four I bet!"

He laughed, then called out to be heard; "Will do, bye Lauren!"

"Bye Koda, have fun! Bring me back a souvenir!" Then the tinted black doors shut and he couldn't hear nor see inside the building anymore.

"Right, what was I saying?" He asked himself, remembering he still had the phone to his ear and was leaving a message for his mother. "Oh yeah, see you tomorrow, text me if you got the package, uh- good night? Bye mom, love you!" He hung up and sighed, feeling the exhaustion of his day set in. As it was his last day for nearly a whole week they had squeezed every drop of productivity they could from him, including holding him to the last possible minute, and even that wasn't enough as now he had homework in the form of trading emails with the Academy again so he could peruse their students for those few intelligent hard workers his boss would want to hire as interns. It would take hours to sort through all the files.

He began his nightly trek to the subway, perking up once more as he got closer to the stairs leading down. He'd seen the Ghost Girl down there twice so far, once when he was all alone and she had laughed at his dumbstruck face before vanishing around a corner, and again a few nights ago looking sad about something- and that had been just after those two deaths hadn't it? He hadn't managed to talk to her then, the subway had been more crowded and she'd been sitting out of the way on a ledge where no one else seemed to see her. He kept meaning to look into it, he'd even started to research ghosts a couple days ago, but that had been the only time he'd managed to do anything about it. He was always so busy, and while he'd thought about telling someone he always ended up distracted, and surprisingly the Ghost Girl didn't come up in conversation as much as he'd thought she would.

Then, just as he reached the top of the stairs, she appeared. He actually halted mid-step, staring at her for a moment, taking in her bright pink hair and green hoodie. There was something different about her, she wasn't just a girl, but maybe, maybe, she was a ghost. Koda didn't care, he just wanted to know, and this time she wasn't about to disappear on him. "Hey?" He asked more than questioned, wanting to say something, but unsure how to begin. "Uh, whats up?" He tried lamely, but she grinned at him suddenly.

"I have something for you, something you'll want." She said, her voice surprisingly relaxed. He half expected it to be faint or desperate or just plain creepy, what with the whole 'Ghost' part of Ghost Girl. He slipped his phone into his back pocket and started down the stairs, cautiously at first, then with more enthusiasm. He wasn't afraid, despite the fact that many said she killed people, instead he just wanted to meet her- and see what this 'something' was.

"Is this the part where you push me down the stairs?" He joked, but suddenly he realized his earlier thoughts were untrue; he was afraid, it was just buried deep beneath his curiosity and excitement, and now escaped in the form of a sarcastic quip- funny how the exhaustion seemed to evaporate the second a good mystery was right in front of him. He was content to let the fear be buried, no one ever learned anything by being afraid; "What've you got?" He questioned when she only smirked at his joke.

He took the last step off the stairs and found himself uncomfortably close to the girl, realizing he was very much in her personal space he quickly took a step to the side and shot a quick glance around the empty subway, scared that if he looked away too long she'd disappear and he'd be back to questioning his sanity. "It's called a Semblance," she cupped her palms as if to catch a drop of water from the ceiling, but it wasn't water that landed in her grasp, instead it was a shadow. It warped and curled and for a second he thought it was just a small really black cat, but then the shadow was lit by some kind of inner light and while he blinked away the spots in his eyes it had reformed into... he wasn't sure what it was. It was curved in a way that made him think of the glass part of a motorcycle helmet, or maybe from a diving or space suit, but the glass was heavily tinted and shaped by lots of triangles melded together. "It's a mask." The Ghost Girl clarified with a secret smile. Koda felt like he was missing a joke, or maybe he was the butt end of one.

He shook his head, holding the 'Semblence' in his hands carefully, but ignoring it for now to focus on the girl. "I don't understand, are you really a ghost? How come you're talking to me? Not that I'm complaining! I just- I want to know." He tried to wipe off his 'interrogator' expression as his dad liked to call it, and replaced it with his most earnest looking puppy dog eyes.

"That will help you answer your questions," she smirked, looking amused, but there was something else in her expression... worry maybe? Koda was never really good at reading people. "But don't wear it yet, wait for the others."

So. Others. That's not spooky at all, just the Ghost Girl summoning her ghost friends to come and kill him. He wondered if he would become a ghost if killed by a ghost, was that what she meant by others? The others who had died here?

...it would be pretty rad to be a ghost though.

Before he could get too far into that thought, the girl gave a loud laugh and shook her head. "The others are like you," she explained, "you'll need them where you're going." Then, after a quick scan of his skeptical face, she turned and started walking away. "I'll be back, and when I get here you'll be waiting." He wasn't sure if it was a guess, or a command, but... he would be here, staring at the mask, waiting.
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