[When Danny had woken up back home, he'd assumed the Grove had been just a weird dream. Wasn't like he had any shortage of those, after all. He'd told his friends about it, they'd laughed, Sam had said "Of course you would dream about meeting some kind of super nerd with a constellation birthmark," and Tucker had teased him about his "imaginary constellation boyfriend" for a week. Business as usual.
Needless to say, he wasn't expecting to find himself back here. Not that he recognizes it at first, with how utterly buried everything is in snow.
There is a scrawny teenage boy in the woods, very suddenly hugging his arms around him because that thin red jacket he's wearing is absolutely not cutting it.]
What the heck? When did it get so cold? ...And why am I actually feeling it? And... okay, I was definitely not in the woods just now.
[He can see lights in the distance though, and squinting at them through the snow, starts trudging towards town.
It doesn't take long for things to get weirder. There's absolutely definitely some kind of cursed artifact around his neck, and he's had enough experience with those to not want to fuck with it, but he can't get it off. And then the creepy voices start, as he gets to the town proper. Which, honestly, he's too cold and tired to want to deal with by this point, so all anyone sees is a violently shivering teenager stumbling into town, snarking back at... the air, apparently.]
Okay, using my own v-voice is at least a little original, but "woooooo, sacrifice?" C-cliche. I b-bet none of you are turning visible bec-cause I'd ki... kick...
[Whoops, there he goes, flumphing forward into the snow. Well, he almost made it to the inn. And he's certainly not kicking any wraith butts in that condition.]
A Cold Reception
[Danny never fully warms up, not really. He's gotten rid of that stupid snowflake pendant in the inn's fire, he's huddled around said fire, people have brought him hot soup, the whole shebang, and he still feels like an ice cube. But at this point he figures something is messing with his core, and obviously the howling ghost wind things outside are the most likely culprits, and fighting something would let him use up as much of his own internal ice energy as possible, right? Plus, like, those ghosts are making everyone miserable and he's a ghost fighting expert, he can't just do nothing.
So he sneaks off to fight them on his own, like a genius.
This is how you get a glowing white haired kid in a hazmat suit flying around trying to shoot the wraiths with energy beams. Even Danny realizes that trying to shoot ice ghosts with ice beams probably won't work very well, so he's attacking them with neon green ectoplasmic blasts - and probably missing enough for collateral damage to be a problem.
If you're lucky, you might poke your head outside to see what the commotion is just in time to see one of the wraiths reach for Danny. His hands glow blue and he sweeps them upwards, instantly forming a dome of ice over himself - which the wraith completely ignores and reaches straight through, grabbing him with a chilling claw.
Danny barely even has time to gasp as a chill shoots through his core unlike any he's felt before - not even when he'd had too much of the cold built up inside him and nearly frozen himself into a second death. It sweeps through him in seconds, the constant chill he'd been feeling magnifying rampantly, and it's a good thing he's already on the ground as his chest starts to go numb and his arms are suddenly so stiff he can barely move them, let alone throw more powers around.]
H-hey, hands to yourself!
[He swipes at the wraith, which flutters away, seemingly satisfied with its work. Danny pushes against his ice dome, but he can't muster the energy to dismiss it - or rather, summoning his ice powers again suddenly feels dangerous. His core is straining, and he suddenly really hopes he can stay in ghost form, because he's not sure his human form can take this much cold at all.]
Oh great, what now? I gotta get out of here before I turn into a popsicle!
[He tries to go intangible. Ow. Nope. He tries banging his increasingly stiff and numb fist against the ice, crystals already forming over his jumpsuit. Also ow. There... there's gotta be someone out there, right...?]
Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom | Current player, new character
[When Danny had woken up back home, he'd assumed the Grove had been just a weird dream. Wasn't like he had any shortage of those, after all. He'd told his friends about it, they'd laughed, Sam had said "Of course you would dream about meeting some kind of super nerd with a constellation birthmark," and Tucker had teased him about his "imaginary constellation boyfriend" for a week. Business as usual.
Needless to say, he wasn't expecting to find himself back here. Not that he recognizes it at first, with how utterly buried everything is in snow.
There is a scrawny teenage boy in the woods, very suddenly hugging his arms around him because that thin red jacket he's wearing is absolutely not cutting it.]
What the heck? When did it get so cold? ...And why am I actually feeling it? And... okay, I was definitely not in the woods just now.
[He can see lights in the distance though, and squinting at them through the snow, starts trudging towards town.
It doesn't take long for things to get weirder. There's absolutely definitely some kind of cursed artifact around his neck, and he's had enough experience with those to not want to fuck with it, but he can't get it off. And then the creepy voices start, as he gets to the town proper. Which, honestly, he's too cold and tired to want to deal with by this point, so all anyone sees is a violently shivering teenager stumbling into town, snarking back at... the air, apparently.]
Okay, using my own v-voice is at least a little original, but "woooooo, sacrifice?" C-cliche. I b-bet none of you are turning visible bec-cause I'd ki... kick...
[Whoops, there he goes, flumphing forward into the snow. Well, he almost made it to the inn. And he's certainly not kicking any wraith butts in that condition.]
A Cold Reception
[Danny never fully warms up, not really. He's gotten rid of that stupid snowflake pendant in the inn's fire, he's huddled around said fire, people have brought him hot soup, the whole shebang, and he still feels like an ice cube. But at this point he figures something is messing with his core, and obviously the howling ghost wind things outside are the most likely culprits, and fighting something would let him use up as much of his own internal ice energy as possible, right? Plus, like, those ghosts are making everyone miserable and he's a ghost fighting expert, he can't just do nothing.
So he sneaks off to fight them on his own, like a genius.
This is how you get a glowing white haired kid in a hazmat suit flying around trying to shoot the wraiths with energy beams. Even Danny realizes that trying to shoot ice ghosts with ice beams probably won't work very well, so he's attacking them with neon green ectoplasmic blasts - and probably missing enough for collateral damage to be a problem.
If you're lucky, you might poke your head outside to see what the commotion is just in time to see one of the wraiths reach for Danny. His hands glow blue and he sweeps them upwards, instantly forming a dome of ice over himself - which the wraith completely ignores and reaches straight through, grabbing him with a chilling claw.
Danny barely even has time to gasp as a chill shoots through his core unlike any he's felt before - not even when he'd had too much of the cold built up inside him and nearly frozen himself into a second death. It sweeps through him in seconds, the constant chill he'd been feeling magnifying rampantly, and it's a good thing he's already on the ground as his chest starts to go numb and his arms are suddenly so stiff he can barely move them, let alone throw more powers around.]
H-hey, hands to yourself!
[He swipes at the wraith, which flutters away, seemingly satisfied with its work. Danny pushes against his ice dome, but he can't muster the energy to dismiss it - or rather, summoning his ice powers again suddenly feels dangerous. His core is straining, and he suddenly really hopes he can stay in ghost form, because he's not sure his human form can take this much cold at all.]
Oh great, what now? I gotta get out of here before I turn into a popsicle!
[He tries to go intangible. Ow. Nope. He tries banging his increasingly stiff and numb fist against the ice, crystals already forming over his jumpsuit. Also ow. There... there's gotta be someone out there, right...?]