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Who: Sal Fisher & Tyki Mikk
What: Ghost Hunting gone horribly wrong.
Where: The Silent Hill zone.
When: Oct 8 I guess???
Warnings: Uh well it's the Silent Hill zone so probably psychological horror and hellish monsters? Will update as necessary!

By now Sal is aware that with Hope reviving people there likely aren't any ghosts around, but his Gear Boy still goes off occasionally around certain people, and paranormal activity isn't just limited to the dead. Besides, it's something to do, and Sal is curious about this place in general so it's a good opportunity to explore. At first it looks as if they're walking further into the city, away from the temples, and everything seems fine.

Then the light on his Gear Boy begins to light up a brilliant green. It flickers once or twice, as if it doesn't quite know how to process whatever it is it's picking up, but Sal keeps walking with his head down and focused on the device. He should watch where he's going but he's not alone, so he doesn't bother. Only a minute or two further in does the glow begin to steady and a fog starts to roll in. When Sal looks up anything he sees in the distance is blanketed by the fog and hard to make out. It's the siren, loud and blaring, that cuts right through him and forces him to start a bit. The Gear Boy's light dies down.

"That's probably not a good siren, is it?" he asks with slight trepidation. It was unsettling; like something you would hear during a city wide emergency or something. But aside from the fog, nothing seemed to be going on.

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[sallyfaced]

[Once they're inside Sal is able to relax. Perhaps not as much as he thought he would be able to - he honestly felt as if he would be completely fine once he just got out of that fog. However, there's still a subtle feeling of unease prickling away at him as he scans the empty, old, looking room.]

This almost looks like a room in my building.

[A thought expressed to comfort himself; familiarity, something to grab at so he didn't feel so weirded out. It only half works. There's still something about this room he can't quite put his finger on, a sense of something that actually is familiar, but not one he can name.]

Couldn't hurt to look around.

[He certainly doesn't want to just stand around and soak up this strange atmosphere, or go back outside. Tyki's cheerful tone, at the very least, is doing something to keep Sal's thoughts grounded, which is something he feels like he's been needing lately.

He moves to the bottom of the steps and peers up, Gear Boy in hand. The green light flickers a couple of times before ceasing, and at the same time he swears he can hear the faint sound of shuffling moving up the stairs and away from them.]

...You know, for the first time since I got here I think I might actually find something.

[He's heard the explanation before; Hope revives the dead, so spirits wouldn't likely hang around. But still, these odd feelings, the things he's seeing - or thinks he's seeing, maybe there are some after all?

Or maybe that's just what he wants to tell himself because it's an explanation he understands.

Either way he very cautiously advances up the stairs to get a better look but it's dark, so he stops a couple of steps in.]

I think someone's upstairs.

[such_a_teez]

It doesn't look at all like the rest of the city. I'm enjoying the change of pace.

[It is interesting. It's like nothing Tyki has ever seen before. He came straight from the Victorian era to Hadriel's spiraling oddities. So a semi-modern apartment complex is entirely new to him. And normally, he'd be thrilled to explore something this new.

And he tells himself that he is. That he's having a fantastic time with a good friend, and that he'll remember this for years to come. But his heart is racing. He's on edge, and Tyki isn't one that often gets on edge. When immortality is promised, and even death is just a door that allows a person to be reborn, what use is fear? But there's something in the air that's heavy, that's pushing forth an unnatural feeling. And Tyki is starting to realize that there's a force around them that's wrong somehow. That is affecting his feelings.

So he stays close to Sal, keeping as upbeat as possible. When needed, Tyki will lie. And he does it well. And his current lie comes through in his relaxed stance and comfortable tone.] You think so? Well, do you want to check it out? [Tyki hears something up there. He's not sure what, but there's definitely something. He's excited to see a ghost for the first time, or at least be in the presence of the dead not being used by the Noah family.] You're the expert, lad. What now? [The scent of blood picks up in his nose again, and it makes him shiver a tiny bit. He suppresses most of the reaction, but he's starting to want to say no to this whole ordeal and drag Sal back to the main part of town.

But this is what Sal wants. And Tyki will support him. No matter what it takes.]

[sallyfaced]

[He considers the question; his Gear Boy hadn't gone off for any of the monsters that he arrived with, so he's not worried about that. However, those things were probably not supernatural. Then he thinks about how his Gear Boy reacts to certain people here - Tyki or George, for example. There could just be someone like them up there. Besides, it's not as if Sal is never frightened even a little when he goes into dark and empty places...it just doesn't stop him.

It's a little strange to him, thinking on it, that it has quite literally stopped him now though, and so he feels a bit stupid. He even laughs to himself.]

We didn't come all the way here just to not try and find something, right? [How dumb. If there's anything here of course he's going to feel weird. That's perfectly normal. There may not be ghosts, but supernatural activity isn't limited to just the dead.

He begins to climb the stairs again, glancing back at Tyki and feeling comforted that he's not letting himself get very far before he further advances up the stairs. He holds his Gear Boy up as he reaches the top of the stairs, noting they continue likely to other floors, though there's a dark hallway that leads to what he assumes to be other apartments. It's only barely lit up, though there's a door in the distances that seems to stick out just slightly more than everything else - it's as if it has some faint glow to it that draws one's eye so it's not shrouded in complete darkness.]

Is anyone with us now? [He waits for a response, but there's nothing.] Huh...my Super Gear Boy was glowing, but it stopped now.

[He decides to start walking down the hall, testing a nearby door. The knob turns but the door doesn't open.] Jammed. I guess this place wouldn't be very functional without some upkeep, huh?

[such_a_teez]

That's the spirit. Pun full intended. [He's certainly in high spirits again. He can't wait to see these ghosts, if any of them have the courage to show themselves at least. A part of him, the very human part, wants to see if his Noah side or his different lives are affected by meeting a ghost that isn't part of an Akuma monster.

He's also a little scared of the idea that he might feel a little different, or have to reevaluate things again. So he shakes his head, and forces the thought away. He doesn't want to worry about that right now. Especially with how the Super Gear Boy is working.] It's a bit erratic, isn't it? [He wonders if the Super Gear Boy is more effective in Sal's home world. Hadriel has a way of shifting things about, and making them change. So it could be that it's more reliable in it's original home.

Tyki doesn't get a chance to ask, though. He's more distracted by the failed attempt at opening the door. If Sal wants in, Sal is getting in. It's just as simple as that. And it's nice to have an excuse to use his abilities for something that doesn't involve death once in a while.] Let me give it a try, lad. You know I've got a couple tricks up my sleeve. [Tyki chooses to simply put his hand through the door, intending to open it from the inside out. No lock to worry about that way. But when he reaches through, he feels fire. And he can smell metal suddenly, metal and blood and then all he can hear is the sound of pulling metal. And if someone was just stretching it against itself. And it's so loud and so strong that he doesn't know what to do. And the sound gets higher and higher and he's sickened by it.

Has a moment passed? Has eternity passed? He isn't sure.

Something is very, very wrong with the door and what's behind it. And although he pushes through his momentary mental distress, he still can't unlock the door without literally breaking it apart. And he's not really in the mood to do that, especially with how uncomfortable he is right now.] That's... strange. To say the least. Even I can't open it. That's a whole different level of disrepair.

[sallyfaced]

[Sal would have been fine just letting it go, with how many rooms and places there seemed to be to explore, but if Tyki wants to try he won't stop him! Of course, he hadn't really expected that!

His brows raise, tone in slight awe.] Wow.

[That's so nifty. Tyki really is full of surprises...aside from genuinely considering him a good friend Sal is also fascinated by him and his talents.

Though, unease curiously began to settle in his gut as he watches him try and fail to get the door open.]

Huh, well that's fine. Thanks for trying — maybe take your hand out now. [If he sounds a little concerned it's because he's suddenly concerned, as if worried something would grab Tyki from the other side of the door. And perhaps it's the paranoia of that fact slowly building, but he swears he hears that familiar shuffling from earlier behind said door.]

[such_a_teez]

[Tyki pulls his arm slowly back, he's not going to act like he's afraid or uncomfortable. But he is, despite that determination to not be seen that way. He can act as strong and casual as he likes, he can work hard to not come across as fearful for Sal's sake, but he's not happy right now no matter what he says or how he comes across. And he hates it.

He's smiling, but his heart his racing. He swears he can feel the beating in his jaws and wrists and ears. It's like a drum, repeated and impossibly loud.] No worries. Alls well that ends well, I guess. You can't fault me for trying, but...

[Tyki blinks, and then reaches into his pocket for the key he picked up earlier. It doesn't seem to match the door, and he doesn't want to try it. But it's like he was compelled to look at it, to remind himself that he still has it. And that really leaves Tyki feeling concerned. He doesn't like this part of town, he's not fond of the feeling of being played with, but at the same time he's thrilled. This is a frightening and amazing experience. And it's so rare for him to feel so much.] Can't hurt to try, right? [It doesn't fit. He's not surprised in the least that it doesn't work here. But it seemed like a decent idea, for the sake of keeping a casual mood. So it gets safely tucked away again, to be tried on another lock.

Nothing is here. Nothing has grabbed at them. No voices or sounds have amounted to anything other than paranoia and hallucinations. And Tyki was experiencing those things before they came out today. So Tyki heads down the hall to try the next door. He wants to see if that key matches something in here, or if it really was just a random situation that led him to find it.

He really doesn't think it was random at all, though.] Let's see... This looks as good as any. [This door swings open easily, it was unlocked and leads to the joy of a janitorial closet. Tyki sighs and gestures widely towards the open door and the mops and buckets and cleaning supplies within.] How thrilling. [Tyki tries for the light, but the switch doesn't make the lights come on when flipped.] Dark and dull. I'd feel bad for any ghost trapped here for eternity.

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[Sal feels infinitely better when Tyki removes his hand...part of him now doesn't want to see what's on the other side of the door, and feels a wave of relief when that key doesn't fit. Needless to say, he's perfectly okay with moving on, following closely alongside Tyki to try the next door.]

Huh. [He extends his Gear Boy out and into the closet, but nothing happens.] Luckily there doesn't seem to be one here either.

[There's a bit of a pause followed by some hesitance.] You know...I've been feeling kinda...not well. Maybe we should just head out and give this a rain check.

[This stubborn child uncharacteristically wants to give up, sure, but there's some feeling constantly twisting around in his stomach...he feels like it can only be helped once he leaves which seems perfectly simple, but little does he know leaving isn't that easy. Even he can realize the strangeness in his words as he speaks them, but he figures that perhaps that's more of a reason to get the hell out.]

[such_a_teez]

If you're not feeling well, we can come back another day. Or perhaps try somewhere else. There's no harm in avoiding this part of the city as well, perhaps it's setting off that device of yours falsely.

[Tyki rests his hand on Sal's shoulder gently for a moment, in a show of support. He'd forge on if wanted, but a part of him is also glad that Sal wants to give up. He doesn't like this place. It doesn't feel right, as infuriating as that is to Tyki and his ego.]

Let's head back out. We'll get something to eat and then call it a day. [That's right, they'll do better with some warm food in their bellies. And they'll do better by far when they're away from this place, that's the more important part.

Tyki lets go of Sal, and starts walking back the way they came. He's still shaken up, but far more confident now that they're leaving. They can laugh it off and he can get these sickly twisting feelings out of his system. And nothing is amiss in his mind, until something scurries past them. Even Tyki misses it, jerking back as it moves past. It was too quick to see in the low light, and his heart is in his throat now.]

Shit. I'm jumpy today.

[sallyfaced]

Yeah, the Super Gear Boy isn't always accurate. Also, to be honest, I'm kinda freaked out right now.

[It took him a moment, usually not ashamed to admit such things, but part of him was concerned about giving voice to his fear. As if someone other than Tyki could hear him. It's an odd feeling that only worsens now that he said it out loud.

Yet again he remains close to Tyki as they exit, keeping thoughts of just relaxing and getting something to eat with his friend to keep from worrying too much. Don't give voice or power to those fears — it's a thought that keeps swirling around in his mind.

When something moves quickly Sal jumps as well, though he's quick to force a laugh. It's funny. Just...find it funny. Not scary.]

We should get our ghost hunting licences revoked, huh? [He heads down the stairs, making sure to peer over the banister as if expecting someone to be down there. It was empty...but Sal had the oddest feeling...like it only looked empty. Like there was something lurking just out of view. It gives him pause for a moment but ultimately he keeps heading down.] Then again, on all the ghost hunting programs people are always getting startled and screaming so I think we're doing good considering, haha.

[such_a_teez]

I can't say I've ever seen those things, but we've got our dignity at least. Two gentlemen who did our best, didn't find any ghosts but had an adventure anyway.

[Tyki laughs gently, quieter by far than he usually laughs as they head down the stairs and back down into the lobby. It's empty. Entirely empty. Like all they heard and felt and saw was just in their heads and nothing but nervous imagination. Tyki almost feels silly for a moment, like he was overreacting, but then he remembers how it felt when he put his hand through that locked door. And he quickly decides that it's best not to think about things at all, and to just hurry out with as upbeat an attitude as possible.] Besides, we're amateurs. No one can really judge an amateur.

[Tyki rubs his hand over the key again, without thinking. He really doesn't know what to do with it, but it's almost reverberating in his mind. He hates it, because it's affecting him on some level that's unpleasant, but he doesn't want to put it down.

And he doesn't really want to leave without finding out what door it opens.

So he pushes back to conversation as they approach the door out, trying to do anything to stop focusing on that nagging feeling within him.] Since we're amateurs, that means we should try again sometime. Maybe somewhere else. What do you think of this? Fisher and Mikk, paranormal detectives. I'd say paranormal detectives for hire, but money isn't of much use here.