[private] ghost with the most, babe [kalika]

[Beetlejuice]

 

Beetlejuice didn't like staying in one place for very long. 

He had helped Zain retrieve his spawn from the Dale and deliver them back to Pangea. It was a mundane task, not exactly one he was expecting to do. Still, he was not sure what plans Zain had in store for his offspring, and to be honest, he hadn't really asked. It was best not to question Zain, that much he knew well. His rotting friend was older, and more worldly than Beetlejuice, who had spent most of his life in seclusion. That, coupled with the imminent risk of getting killed, kept the pony in his place. 

Zain seemed to have grand plans for the twins, and the wraith was fine knowing that much for now. He decided he would travel back to Pangea after he had made a little fun on his own. Beetlejuice, of course, had a strange definition of the word "fun." It mostly consisted of killing creatures much smaller than he. Today, he decided to travel to the forest to see what types of chaos he could cause. 

* * * 

The forest brings a certain sense of comfort to the ghost. It was a sick, demented sort of comfort - one that could only come from lurking in the shadows, from being the apex predator. He weaves effortlessly through the dense wood; a phantom, a specter. Beetlejuice hardly makes a sound, seemingly floating above the fallen autumn leaves. He was hunter for nothing more than sport, and a hunter always knew how to camouflage themselves...how to exist quietly. 

He hears the squirrel before he sees it. The ghost stops, ears pointed towards the treetops to hear its chittering. His icy eyes scan the forest canopy, alight in shades of copper and ocher. Finally, he spots it. The creature is fat, having stuffed itself full for the upcoming winter. It stands on its hind legs, using its paws to groom behind its ears. Beetlejuice glances above it, to the branches above; if he is quick enough, the thing wouldn't even hear the limb break. 

The phantom doesn't hesitate a moment longer. His eyes lock onto the bough above him, and with a nod of his head, Beetlejuice hears a crack. The squirrel pauses for just a moment before BJ lets the large branch topple onto it, launching it from its resting spot. There is no chance for recovery - the rodent falls from the towering maple onto the forest floor. Beetlejuice can't help but giggle as it lands with a sickening thud. The vermin squeals in pain, and BJ is soon standing over it, head tilted. Its chest moves rapidly, but it can't seem to move much else - its back must've broken. The squirrel's beady eyes stare at the ghost in fear, and he smiles. "Poor thing," He says sarcastically, still laughing. "What a freak accident! Someone has to put you out of your misery." 

Beetlejuice looks around and finds a large rock. Using his powers, he lifts it towards himself and the squirrel. "Bye-bye." He says quietly before dropping it on the rodent's head, silencing it forever. 

god called in sick today

beetlejuice

@kalika just BJ doing BJ things...like killing innocent animals.

[kalika]

Excitement shoots through her body as she wends her way down the Mountainside, unable to hide the self-satisfied smirk that had appeared upon receiving her quest from the fairies. She is sure that her perseverance and increasing determination finally convinced them that she is worthy of their favor, and she is foolishly prouder of herself than she is grateful for their generosity.

But such is the way of naïve youth.

As it has been the last few times, the descent is far easier and faster than the ascent, so she finds herself at the edge of the Forest before she really has time to think about the tasks she had been given. Now that she is here, staring into the darkness that weaves through the trees, she realizes that she has no idea where to even begin. Still, that is not enough to deter her from plunging headfirst into the shadows. She will just figure it out as she goes.

She wanders for some time, unaware of how noisily she moves until she sees several small creatures fleeing before she can get close enough to get a good look at them. Her brow knits in frustration, knowing that toxic creatures are acceptable offerings, and here she is, scaring them off with every step she takes. Then, she remembers the gossamer wings at her back and how quiet they are, despite how quickly they move. Annoyed that she did not think of them sooner, she wills them into the fast fluttering that pulls her body just high enough for her hooves to leave the littered forest floor.

Encouraged by the faint hum that could easily be mistaken for the drone of a lone insect, she begins to zip through the trees, scanning carefully for anything that might be suitable enough to collect for her mission. She knows that she must find others to take with her to gather the poisons, but surely there’s no harm in doing some preemptive scouting.. right?

Suddenly, a distinct cracking noise rings in the cool air, startling her enough that she flits sideways and scrapes against the rough bark of a tree. It’s enough to send a sharp sting of pain through her system, but thankfully, she does not feel any breaks in her skin. Her head turns to where she believes the noise to have come from, and against any reasonable being’s better judgment, she heads in that direction.

She does not go far before she sees the bright blue that seems to float in the darkness, and that alone is enough to give her pause. It does not show any signs of magical origin, but it is clearly out of place here, and she stares for a long moment before the realization clicks into place. It is only because he turns his head that she finally appreciates the outline of the stallion. Immediately, a wave of delight washes over her; perhaps he could be the first willing participant in her quest!

But first, she wants to see more, to discover why he is standing alone in the forest. She moves to shrink back a bit, to remain concealed until she’s ready to approach, but then at the periphery of her vision, she notices movement. She turns slightly to see a large rock floating in midair, much as she still hovers in place; she watches curiously as it crosses, seemingly of its own accord, until it floats in front of the dark-coated man. Then he utters his farewell, which confuses her, and the rock falls.

A sickening crunch is audible despite the rather loud thump of the rock hitting the ground and she finds herself wondering the reason for the noise. However, a new thought pushes the puzzle to the back of her mind; she wonders if this man somehow is capable of moving things without touching them and the idea rouses a thrill in her shallow soul.

Driven by the irrepressible need to know, by the irrational belief that such abilities make one special, she moves forward as she calls out in what she believes an alluring purr, “Having fun, are we?” The corners of her mouth lift into a small, simpering smile as she flits around, resembling a glowy pink hummingbird that stares at him in utter fascination.

all I want is a party doll to come along with me when I'm feelin' wild

kalika

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