kaisou | He's a Phantom...

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He's a Phantom...

WHO: Danny Fenton and Anyone
WHERE: Around Kaisou and on the Libra App
WHEN: July 1
WHAT: Danny transforms into his ghost half for the first time. He has concerns.
WARNINGS: Talk of death?

The Street near Danny's house, July 1, Midmorning

Over the last two months, Danny had put a lot of effort into not thinking too hard what conclusion all of the abilities he was developing were pointing at. Sensing ghosts? No big deal. Plenty of people claimed they could do that. Feeling cold? Probably a coincidence. The invisibility and intangibility were a little harder to explain away, but the sheer annoyance of dealing with them helped with not thinking about why these specific abilities.

When it finally happened, it was just a stupid accident. He was walking down the street on the way to visit his friends, when he trips over his shoes intangibly sinking into the concrete. He feels a quick spike of frustration.... which quickly turns into panic as a ring of bright white light appears around his waist. It separates into two rings and begins to pass over his body in both directions.

And everywhere the ring passes, he changes. White to black. Black to white. Blue to Green.

And then the rings vanish, leaving a changed and more than slightly freaked out kid behind. He shakily lifts his hands and inspects them, noticing the faint silvery glow he now had even in the bright sun.

And something in his mind triggers, remembering another time and place.

It hurt. Electricity and ectoplasm and the portal opening to somewhere else, all running through him at once, forging him into something Other.

And then all of a sudden it did, and he was falling out of the portal, green energy still rising from him like smoke. Friendly hands trying to help him off the floor, but they only passed through him like he wasn't even there

And back in the present Danny takes a deep breath and starts to panic..

For Friends, Late Morning:

Danny needed help. Right now, and he was too panicked to think about calling.

And so in the late morning you'll hear a loud and frantic knock coming from the front door. And when you open it you'll find a nearly unrecognizable Danny. White-haired, with glowing green eyes and a silvery luminescence surrounding him. Even his clothes have changed to a photo negative version of what he was wearing before.

Libra App, Early Afternoon.

[Danny had calmed down from earlier in the day, somehow. The transformation wearing off had helped a lot. But it still left him with questions.

How had this happened? Why had this happened? And what did it mean for him?

And he had no idea where to even start, apart from this.

He smiles nervously, and shifts with awkward energy]

So I know this is kind of a weird question. But... how do you know if you're dead?

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"You know about ghosts, right?" he says in a rush. He tugs at his newly white hair worriedly as he stares at her with glowing green eyes. Even in the sunlight there was a faint silvery luminescence around him.

"Because I think I might be one now."

She sucks in a breath as she takes in his appearance. "I - "

The words are stuck in her throat, because even though she knows about ghosts, she's never quite heard about anything like this.

"I-I mean...sometimes people's appearances do change after they've...become a ghost..." She reaches up, about to brush her hand through his hair - just to see if anything feels different - but she hesitates, not sure how he'd feel about it.

"But...how did...?"

"I don't know! One moment I was walking down the street, maybe sinking a little. And then I was this!"

He doesn't pull away. His hair is wispy and oddly insubstantial under the glow.

When he doesn't move, she lets her fingers run through his hair a little. It feels strange. Like it was there but somehow it almost...wasn't.

"This...This doesn't make any sense." She likes to think that she knows a lot about ghosts. But she's never seen or heard about anything like this before, and she's at a loss for any way to help him.

But realizing they were still standing in the doorway, she gestures for him to come inside.

Danny turns glowing eyes on the street and nods. No one was out yet, but...

"Good idea. I don't really want to find out if looking like this is enough to actually catch attention."

He steps inside. As he moves out of the sunlight the glow around him only becomes more obvious.

Once he's in the house, she closes the door behind him and turns to look at him. She can definitely see the glow around him better now, but she still isn't entirely sure what it means.

"I guess all the phasing and invisibility makes sense now," she comments idly. "How...How does it feel?"

It's weird seeing him like this, and yet...there was something rather fascinating about it too.

"Weirdly normal?" he says uncertainly. "Like.... this kind of feels like I'm supposed to be like this? Which is strange, because you'd think it would be the opposite."

That wasn't quite what she was expecting. "Really? I mean..." She glances over him again. "It's not a bad look for you, actually."

Honestly, if this whole things wasn't so strange and a little worrying, she'd actually admit that he looked pretty cool this way.

"...man, if this is because of alternate reality things, then some other you was into some really weird stuff."

"Really?" He tugs uncertainly at his newly white hair. "I think I was a little distracted by the whole... probably dead and glowing part? If I'm a ghost now I'm supposed to look creepy, right?" And his brief glimpse of himself before he'd panicked and run over had freaked him out more than a little.

He frowns. "Like I said before, I'm starting to think I really don't want to know what happened to the other me." He shudders. "I think... I remembered how that me died."

With a touch of a smile, she reaches up to ruffle her fingers through his hair again. "I dunno. Even with the glowing and everything, you don't seem all that creepy to me. If I didn't know what you normally look like, it really wouldn't seem all that bad."

Her hand stills at the rest of his words, though, and she takes in a sharp breath. "You do? What...What happened?"

"There was a portal," he says with a frown. "I remembered a little about it before. But this time... I think I was inside it when it turned on. It hurt. A lot." He shudders again. "And like... I'm no expert. But I don't think people usually survive electrocutions like that."

"A portal?" Moana can't help a thoughtful frown at that. "What...Do you remember what the portal was for?"

"To go somewhere else?" He shrugs worriedly. "The first memory I got of it, I was excited to explore... something new? Some new place that no human had ever been to?"

"A place no human had been to?" Moana turned the words in her head for a moment. "So...was it a portal to a different world or something?"

Danny shakes his head.

"Whatever it was, I don't think I made it there. I just remember a lot of green."

Green, like his eyes were glowing with now.

She frowns a little, looking at his eyes. "And you're sure that it had...killed you?"

She remembers they had talked a bit about his powers before, and even if he didn't think he was a superhero, she knows there was some comic out there that was making her think of Danny's situation now.

"It electrocuted me. With a lot of power. And this weird green energy." He shudders. "I don't really want to jump to conclusions. But its hard to see how anyone could survive something like that."

"Well, I don't know. If you really are a superhero, maybe it just kind of...radiated you? Maybe that's what gave you your powers. That's how it works in other superhero stories."

He is silent for a long moment.

"...You don't think I'm radioactive, do you?"

Now he had something else to worry about.

Moana hums softly. "I wouldn't say radioactive. Because if you were, that'd have some kind of effect on people around you, wouldn't it?" And she didn't think she felt anything from being around him. "But maybe whatever that energy was transferred to you or something?"

"I guess that makes sense," he says uncertainly. "If we're following superhero logic, I mean."

"Yeah, superhero logic is weird." Moana shrugs. "But does that make it any better or worse?"

"I honestly have no idea," he sighs. "I mean, not being radioactive to pther people is good? But if its following that kind of logic, I have no idea what to expect next? What if I get another new power, and its something dangerous?"

"Well..." Moana starts, though hesitates a bit. "The only way to really get better with something is with practice, right? Training?"

She knows that's how it's done in fiction, but it's hard trying to think of how to actually do that.

"Yeah... But if its something dangerous, what if it hurts someone before I can learn how to use it?"

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