sailedfirst | IV. [Event: Halloween]

[ACTION -- Oct 31]
[It's generally agreed by the residents of CH3, Room 40 that this month? is a very, very bad month. The sooner it ends, the better everyone will feel. Probably. But on the last day of said month, it's Sabo's turn to experience its ugliness firsthand.

All day long, right from the moment he wakes up, he's going to be surrounded by a ghostly entourage of a classic noble household, comprising of a butler, a housemaid, a valet, a cook and a chauffeur, all intent on calling him their "Young Master" and attending to his each and every need or whim.

Whether Sabo wants them or not. And Sabo sure as hell doesn't want them.

From dressing up (which involves a lot of fancy aristocratic clothes, "GAH! What the hell, these aren't mine!") ...To snacks ("No, I don't want your stupid Earl Gray tea and lemon chiffon cakes! Leave me alone!") From staying indoors ("Dammit, what have you done with my room?! Quit cleaning and go away! ...AND STOP CALLING ME THAT! I'm not your master!") ...To escaping outside ("...Really? You guys even brought a damn carriage with you? ...That's it, I'm done with you stupid ghosts. ... STOP FOLLOWING ME!")

So yes, Sabo can be seen around the village plagued by his ghostly servants, growing more and more irritable with each call of "Young Master!". To strangers, this might seem all well and good, as the ghosts really do make a good job of their services. But to a noble-born kid who doesn't want to be treated or known as such? This is one highly successful prank.

All this because he'd shut the door to the faces of some trick or treating ghosts last night.

Finally, he gives up and turns to the journal for help.]

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Do you guys have any idea how to drive the damn ghosts away? I... I could use some help here.

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Could you really?! [There's an obvious hope in his voice since if anyone's capable of talking to ghosts, it would be the self-proclaimed "Ghost Princess", right? He's never been so glad to have you as a friend, Perona. ;v;

And because he knows Perona and his bros aren't exactly on good terms, it might be best not to let them stay within a few feet of each other.] Oh? I could go meet you somewhere, if you want?

Of course. You said it yourself, didn't you - that's what friends are for.

[Though she really does wonder just how bad Sabo's getting it to actually be asking for help. The ghosts Perona's familiar with play dirty tricks and pretty simple pranks - nothing too bad, though she'd never been on the receiving end, so... Mm, still, she'll do her best to shoo them away from the poor kid.]

Eh? I don't mind, anywhere you like is fine. Half way, maybe? Though I don't really know where you live...

Eh...? [T-THAT DOESN'T MAKE HIM HAPPY, BASTA-- oops, wrong character. But oh, being acknowledged as a friend is always a great to hear. ;v;] Y-yeah. Thanks, Perona. I'll try anything, really. I just wanna get rid of 'em.

Oh, I live in CH3. And you're on CH2, right? ...Hmm, that's near. Alright, wait there! I'll just come over-- er, if it's okay?

Edited (...wow, enter key, I wasn't done yet :\) 2012-11-06 17:32 (UTC)

Of course it's all right. I'll wait outside for you.

[Since Perona's wise enough to keep any and all mischievous ghosts away from a certain Shichibukai at all times if she can manage it. It's better that way, really, for all parties involved.

So, gathering up one of the carved pumpkins, laden with a heap of goodies inside for the little boy, Perona goes outside to wait for him to show up. She's actually curious to know what kind of bad things her ghostly comrades would ever to do Sabo to upset him so. Sigh...it'll be troublesome, but she should be able to placate them, hopefully, and have them leave him alone.]

[And he'll arrive there with his full entourage decked in their stately (if a bit tattered) uniforms, complete with even the ghostly horse and carriage trotting along, behind him. One who appears to be the butler is holding out a tattered parasol over the boy's head, while the maid is carrying a full picnic basket, with a bottle neck protruding out it.

Sabo just looked 3873% done with the shenanigans.]

Hi, Perona. Can you send them away now?

[...How, in any way, is what she's seeing bad.]

[SERIOUSLY. Perona's almost jealous of this treatment, and it obviously shows on how she's looking at the coach, the smartly dressed maids and ghostly butlers, and the snacks they have with sheer envy. I-It's not fair... Why can't they serve her?! She's treated them so well these past few days! B-But if he really wants her to shoo them away--]

A-All right... If you really don't want them around. [She sighs, and seems to wilt a little as she steps up to the ghosts and asks them straight.] Oi. You all. That's enough, leave Sabo-kun alone and I'll treat you to whatever goodies I have left over upstairs.

[All of the ghosts turn to Perona as one.

There's a long, awkward moment where they just stared at her.

And then--

They begin setting up for a picnic, paying no further heed to the Ghost Princess.]

[Sabo moves closer to Perona, watching the ghosts work, dismayed] Damn, they ignore even you, huh... I'm starting to think I'm stuck with 'em 'til this shift's over.

[RUDE.

See if she shares any of her goodies with them again. Perona stares blankly at the now picnicking ghosts and something inside her just starts to boil and bristle. She's never had any sort of ghost disobey her--no, not only disobey, but completely disrespect her as well! Who did they think she was, anyway?! No ghost of any kind can stand up to the Ghost Princess.

She growls, then takes a long step forward and stomps her foot, fists balled. Her voice isn't the sweet, cute trill it usually is, but an angry roar; Perona's no longer playing around. And to showcase that, four of her own negative hollows are released from her palms, for back up.]

OI, PAY ATTENTION! I said that's enough and I meant it! Who do you think you are, ridiculing me?! If you all don't leave this instant, and if you ever come back to torment my friend... [Her tone darkens this time, to a soft hiss, her lips curling into a wicked little smile. Her hollows follow suit, grinning sinisterly and weaving around their master.] ...I will rob you all of every shred of happiness you feel in this and the afterlife.

[SO FUCK OFF.]

[At her growl, the ghosts froze from whatever they're doing and very slowly turned to face her again.

Whatever they saw probably scared them off their undead wits.

And at her sinister smile, they suddenly bunched close together, clutching one another, and shrieked a high-pitched "HIIIIIIIEEEE!!!" before they quickly poofed away, one after the other.]

[Sabo stares incredulously at the empty place where the ghosts had been, before looking at Perona with wide eyes. He's so impressed at her sudden badass that the only thing he can manage right now is:]

...Whoa.

[Perona doesn't move after the ghosts have gone, grimacing at the spot where they were before. Boo, how unfortunate, they left. She was so looking forward to seeing how her ghosts would fare against their own kind... It would have been interesting to know that she could even break the spirits of the undead... Oh well, there's always a next time, if they're foolish enough to bother Sabo again.

And speaking of which, Perona looks sideways at him and exhales. It's going to be hard to appear nice and sweet after that - she's still really angry - but she does at least try.]

If they bother you again, let me know. I'll put an end to them for good next time. [Take that how you will.] But for now? I have to give you your treat! I made this for you, and some of the snacks inside, too.

[Handing over that carved pumpkin, yup yup.]

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