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[sallyfaced]

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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[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.

[sallyfaced]

[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.