((Hey guys, I’m announcing a hiatus away from Roleplaying for a while.
I know. Another one. This is one of the main reasons I am doing it again, actually.
I feel like I’m going through a lot and that RPing is becoming somewhat of a burden. And, it’s not even that I don’t have time for it anymore. In a way, I do! But a lot has been going on behind the scenes and it’s getting to that point where it’s just not fun right now. It’s not an escape. It’s becoming something that I feel I need to hide from instead of looking forward to it. It doesn’t help that I am having some personal issues that need some sorting out and are becoming like juggling machetes while blindfolded… riding a unicycle. AND I’M NOT TRAINED FOR THAT.
It kills me because I love roleplaying with every single one of you. I honest-to-God do. I couldn’t say that and not mean it from the very bottom of my heart. I also still feel in tune with my muse(s) and feel like I’m letting them down too. Every single time I let a thread sit too long without replying to you or make a reply I feel is too short to be worth your time, I die inside. Every time I compare myself to other roleplayers, I die a little more.
But I need time to re-gather my thoughts, pack away fears, and, most importantly, get back into the groove with it all.
It’s also hard because I’m co-modding the group and I feel like I’m not up to par with my duties there, much for the same reasons as described above. For this reason, we’ve decided to take on another mod. I will still be around and trying to help out with the group— especially when it comes to changing the theme up, making confessions, or just helping out with little things— but otherwise… I just need a vacation from it all.
I really hope you understand, and if you don’t still hate me after all this, just… Thank you. Thank you for listening and for being here for me through it all! I’ll be back at some point! I love my muses FAR too much to be calling it quits forever. ^_~
For a list of muses/accounts that will be on hiatus, please see here: RP ACCOUNTS.
Thank you again!
Betel took another pull at his cigarette and laughed, “Yeeeaaah… Help… Somethin’like that.”
He kept the cigarette between his lips and narrowed his eyes at the young man.
“Well, I’m stronger and older than most ghosts, but, ah, usually the “rule” is that people who can see ghosts have led strange lives. So I guess the real question for you is WHY can you see me?” He smirked at him.
“Gee, I don’t know. I thought you were the expert here,” Scott said sarcastically. “So why are you smoking, I mean, you can’t even be affected by a cigarette, right? I guess that would be the reason why you do…” Scott laughed nervously, unsure of how the ghost would react to his ramblings; he seemed like he was in fact ‘strong’ leaving Scott to be cautious of his actions and words.
Betelgeuse appreciated this guy’s spunk. This kid wasn’t going to sit around and believe just any bullshit, and he appreciated that in an odd way… He was more used to people just going with any word that dripped off his lips.
"Nope, it doesn’t affect my health at all. I smoke ‘em ‘cause I like ‘em." He released some smoke from his mouth, "Gives me somethin’ to do when I’m bored."
The ghost turned to the young man, “So, what’s your story, kid? There’s gotta be some reason why you can see me.”
Toby jumped about three feet when his uncle popped out of nowhere and he mentally scolded himself for not preparing for it because it was how he showed up but he beamed nonetheless.
“Not doin’ so bad, Beej,” he giggled “last time was.. my 12th birthday party, righ’? Before everythin’ that ‘appened with Bruce an’ Vicki…?”
He grimaced slightly at his mention of his previous adoptive parents. Though it had been a long time since it happened, it still hurt him with memories and mention of it. They had had such a large impact on his life- for the better as well- that when they left, it left a hole in his chest. One that he thought could never be filled again. He tried smiling when BJ made the comment about his height.
“Next time I’ll probably be taller than you.” he chuckled
Betelgeuse nodded, “Yeah… How’s yer mom doin’, kid? She okay?”
The lighter conversation seemed to life the atmosphere, “I wouldn’t doubt it!” He ruffled the boy’s hair, “So, what have you been up to? I feel like I’ve been missin’ out!”
And truthfully? He had been. There had been a huge gap ever since Bruce disappeared. However, he didn’t want to dwell on it. He had been around so many centuries that this was almost sadly commonplace to him by now, friend or not.
Bruce looked up quickly as the lights flickered. When he heard the reverberation from somewhere off in the mansion, he immediately rose to his feet. What was going on?
He set off in search of the noise’s search, moving carefully throughout the corridors. He had no idea what he was up against, no idea what kind of trick Caddock was up to. He didn’t even understand the letter the ghost had sent him.
He searched several rooms to no avail before coming to the library. When he opened the door, he saw books strewn all over the place. His eyes widened as his gaze turned on his intruder, and he frowned. Despite the outlandish attire, he had no reason to think this was anything but a common intruder. It wouldn’t be the first time that somebody had tried to steal from the famous Bruce Wayne…
“Can I help you?” Bruce demanded as he stepped inside the library, his brow furrowed.
The so-called Ghost With the Most was leaning against a bookshelf, having found a Playboy hidden in the nooks and crannies. He looked up at the man and grinned.
"Nice stuff ya got here…" he tossed the magazine onto a table nearby, "And I assume you’re the one who called me here, so that question seems a bit silly, don’tcha think?!"
What was it with all the breathers calling him lately? It seemed to be becoming a fascinating trend. Betelgeuse was starting to rethink his career as just a “Bio-Exorcist.”
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“I’ve heard of you. You’re that Poltergeist for hire.” The Queen leaned forward in her throne, raising an eyebrow. “What might one hire you for?”
Betelgeuse couldn’t for the afterlife of him figure out where he was. It looked like a…
The Queen tapped her fingers onto the arm of her throne; curling her lip.
"Why are you here?" She asked. "What business have you in my court?"
What a strange woman this was, and a curious one at that. He kept staring at her head.
"I dunno, I guess somebody called me here, that’s what usually happens. What business you got for me? I mean, if you’re just gonna sit there and ask me questions, I’d rather just leave, Your— erm— Highness.”
Lily couldn’t help but to grin wide at the peculiar man. He was more like something she was used to seeing in Transylvania. He had the look of something they would have dug up out of the ground. It was almost a comforting sight to see.
She stepped aside, gesturing for him to come into the house. She grinned wide as he noticed her cobwebs that she had spent a couple of hours rearranging that morning. Very few people ever appreciated her cobwebs or her home. However, she raised an eyebrow at him when he mentioned their not being any breathers in her home. She held one hand up near her face, absently curling her fingers into the palm of her hand as she spoke. “Oh, just one really. My niece is a little different. My husband Herman has a nice big set of lungs that he can use as well. Oh, and Eddie can breathe too. I’m breathing now, but I don’t really have to. I suppose you’re either dead or immortal as well. Are you a ghost, dear?”
Boy, was this one a looker. He tried his best to be as charming as possible. Husband schmusband.
"Bingo, babe. Not many people get that first try," he winked at her, "Sounds like you have quite the family… And these human morons around here don’t run ya out of town or anything?! Wow. Unless…" he narrowed his eyes slightly and rubbed his chin, "…I dunno… You guys just haunt this place or what? This is like nothin’ I’ve ever seen in all my years.."
It was true. He found himself pretty stumped at the very least… And folks like Juno weren’t pitching a fit over this?! Hmm…
Betelgeuse had been feeling all too paranoid lately, which was unusual for the ghost. He could have sworn he’d seen clowns everywhere and it was starting to severely bother him. Hell, he’d had run-ins with the Joker so many times that he wasn’t sure any other clowns could bother him. He even found Pennywise hilarious. More hilarious than that other guy, anyway. Plus, what was with that whole look?!? He felt copied and it wasn’t even flattering…
But this had been different. Everywhere he looked he could have sworn he saw greasepaint and smiling faces. It got to the point where his bloodshot eyes widened as the paranoia grew.
He was making his way down an alley mumbling, “Can’t sleep, clowns will eat me…” when he heard an odd-sounding voice and assumed it was directed at him with his penchant for wearing odd clothes. He turned sharply to direct a dry and sarcastic at the source and couldn’t find his voice for a moment, realizing that there was a DAMN DIRTY CLOWN in his alley. He blinked a few times, hoping he would go away.
“Yeah… What’s it to ya?!” He narrowed his eyes, once again hoping this was an illusion.
The Joker, amused at the guys response, stalked closer to him down the alley. He was used to seeing a lot of crazy people around Gotham, but this one was different. Was he wearing make-up? And the guy obviously liked stripes. And what was with those eyebrows?
He let his tongue click against the roof of his mouth several times, humming as he stalked further down the alley towards the guy in stripes. He stopped, letting himself hunch and tilting his head to the side. “What’s it to me? Nothing, really. But, ah… Just curious. What’s with the stripes?”
Betelgeuse cocked his head slightly, “I like stripes. They accentuate my curves.” He smirked and put a hand on his hip mockingly, then resumed a regular stance, “Plus they’re sorta… like a trademark of mine I guess. Warning sign.”
He looked around them in the dirty Gotham alleyway.
"What’s a clown like you doin’ in an alley anyway?! Are you just tryin’ to give people heart attacks or what?!"
Betelgeuse raised one of his eyebrows, “…She…. Hulk? The hell is that? Sounds like a Russian hooker.” He snorted loudly, “And of course I know ya, whole Neitherworld was buzzin’ once about yer little stint with Death and how you wouldn’t be joinin’ us any time soon.”
When Deadpool mentioned that he’d love to riff on The Exorcist with him, Betelgeuse’s smirk could not be contained.
“Oh really? It’s my favorite movie, y’know. So…. Out of curiosity… Who else happens to be on this list?”
“That’s one way to interpret it, but I wouldn’t mention it to her. She’s pretty much what the name implies—a She-Hulk. If green’s your thing, you—wait, how durable are you? Because the answer to that question will heavily impact any advice I give in regards to Jen.”
Wade blinks for a moment, caught by surprise. He’s not at all used to people knowing about him and Death (or Thanos’s little curse, for that matter). But then, being a dead guy, it figures Betelguese would know. Ghouls gotta talk about something around the water cooler, right? Wade just shrugs, not quite sure how he feels about someone acknowledging his “situation” out loud. It’s a new experience, and it makes him feel less…crazy.
He supposes that’s a good thing, but it’s hard to say for sure.
“Uhhh, well, lessee—Krueger’s always got a sassy comment or two, I’m sure Pinhead would have some interesting input, I’d love to hear the Pope’s commentary, and obviously watching it with ‘Captain Howdy’ himself has gotta be a riot. Buuut I’m not sure how much of that is really feasible—the Pope ain’t easy to get a hold of, y’know.”
Betelgeuse scratched his stubbly chin, “Well, I am pretty damn durable, so go ahead and shoot. Probably be good t’know if I ever meet her.”
He listened to Wade list off his choices and nodded along.
"Krueger’s a funny guy, holds a grudge though. Pinhead I’ve never met. Captain Howdy is hilarious when it comes to certain things. The Pope?! Now THAT I would pay t’see!"
The poltergeist snorted, “Matter of fact, I’d love t’hear his thoughts on exorcism in general. I wonder if I can convince him that it’s inhumane for the vitally challenged.”
((I posted Lydia’s reply, but I have several queued!!! Thread list is updated, but the replies that I queued won’t have a link to the post yet, obviously. Some of them won’t post until further in the week, so I might publish them earlier if I have the time! ^^))