001 [voice | CALL | un: ghostprince]

[shootaro]

[CALL]

[The call begins with the sound of something flapping incessantly, as if blown by very rough winds. It soon settles into eerie howling. Pleasant!

It's not entirely a creepy silent call, though, and soon enough, a cool and quiet, young-sounding voice that's a bit hard to place, filters in:]

—one hear me? Sorry, the wind picked up.

I'm going to check out the temple.

Will anyone else be coming? I won't be needing your help [—rude.] I'm asking for your safety. I don't advise sneaking up on my partner and I, unless you don't consider your soul valuable.

[End call. Not so much as an introduction! He thinks he owns the place, doesn't he?]

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[shootaro]

I did not sneeze. [Rude, Holtzmann!] Frillish is another of my partners! Come on out, Frillish!

[And in a flash of white light (please don't fire the gun just yet, that's not the ghost we're after!), a tall, very large jellyfish-like monster emerged. With frilled tentacles and an ostentatiously wide, frilled collar and even a little crown, it looked rather like a fairy tale prince crossed with a giant jellyfish with blue eyes and red sclera.

It also appeared to float... swim(?) in the air?]

[new_toys]

[Pokewhaaaaat? It's enough to render even Holtzmann nonplussed. She stares at the thing, jaw going slack with surprise.]

...but maybe not as loud as that.

[shootaro]

[It drifts, tentacles fluttering, propelling itself up against the pull of invisible water now and then, as if swimming in place...]

Frillish is quite silent, actually, unless he's laughing.

[It laughs, yes. Of course.]

Don't touch any part of it roughly and definitely don't hit it with that gun of yours, unless you want your abilities sealed. Its Cursed Body locks any attack that makes physical contact.

So, if you were to kick it, until I recall it, you will lose the ability to kick. Your... weapons might lose the ability to fire or whatever it does if it hits Frillish. Or just go off-target all the time.

It's bred for overwhelming power and inducing helplessness.

[He sounds quite proud of the way he trained his creepy little friend, who's been staring, unblinkingly, at Holtzmann the entire time.

All this chatter might be drawing the attention of unseen others inside, however... a heaviness descends on their shoulders.]

[new_toys]

[Oh, she notices. Even locking eyes with the giant jellyfish, she notices the sudden change in pressure. She sniffs the air, oddly enough, then moves towards the temple door with a frown.]

I'm all about the incredibly dangerous mad sciencing, and kudos to you for picking it up at such a young age, buuuut can we put a pin in that?

[shootaro]

[Well, he certainly doesn't see it as such and makes a face, but nods. They had more urgent things to focus on, right now!]

Do you think the door will open? [He seemed to anticipate it sealing itself off, but— it might just fling itself open!

Inviting, right?]

[new_toys]

Maybe.

[She's still edging towards the door, still sniffing the air. There's a distinct scent to ghosts, she and the other Ghostbusters have long since discovered. The whole place smells ionized right now, so it's hard to pick out any one place that might be more or less so, but it can't hurt to have another kind of ghost-detector at play.]

Shoulda brought the spinny one...

[Which would have been an actual ghost detector, which would have been nice. Without it, she approaches the door with gun in hand and guard high.]

I had a hard time replying for some reason, sorry for the wait ^^:;;;;;

[shootaro]

Wait, how many do you even have?

... do you make all of them?

[And, as expected, they now get a warm welcome.

And by warm, I mean the door swings open and bright, red fire comes pouring out and everything is awash with firelight.

He nearly jumps before trying to quickly stamp out the flames licking at his feet, although Trip's reaction is quite understated (he hardly makes a sound!), although Lampent watches it all rather detachedly and only tap its trainer's shoulder, forcing him to stop panicking at least for a second to give the fire a closer look.]

... hey, this isn't even hot...

[An illusion?]