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Who: Everyone!
What: The Ghost Plot log
When: Jan 14th->28th
Where: All over the place.
Warnings: Ghost stuff, violence, will add more as they become a thing.
Notes: The plot post for those who haven't seen it yet.
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A New Year A New You

Ghosts.

John warned people. She told them not to interact with the ghosts. Persephone warned people. She told them that some of them weren’t ghosts at all. But no one listened. And after three months whatever tenuous hold the Sphere had upon those ghosts have been broken. The ghosts are here, and they are hungry. They’re hungry for life, for knowledge, to give people knowledge and of course to make certain that the Sphere becomes a city of the dead like them.

For the most part, the ghosts are feral, even the ones that have been fine before as they slipped in and out of being around and not. But they are not all ghosts of people. No, they are the ghosts of everything that has had a body that has died in the Sphere: sirens, skeletons, androids, people. How much less intelligent they were determines how feral and animal like the ghosts have become and how violent their attacks will be. For example: the most violent ghosts are the sirens, following that are the skeletons, following that the ghosts of NPCs with ghost of player characters lasting the longest.

Other than Annie I mean. She has a special part to play later.

Ghosts are drawn to single parties, or to small groups of them, the life the people offer like a beacon in the blackness of their minds. Their attacks aren’t coordinated—more often than not they’re simply striking out with energy claws and attempting to drain the life out of people. At first fighting them off is relatively easy to do, like a nightmare it’s simply getting away. But as people start to congregate into groups the attacks become larger, more powerful and more dangerous.

It is during this time that weapons will be come apparent: salt of course, placed in a circle around people, anything silver, and people of faith will also be protected. What that faith in is up to you, however.

your character dies as a result of this attack, they will be considered a ghost for the rest of the plot with all that comes with it, including attacking others. If you wish your character to die consider the timing in that. Automatic saving from death is suspended during this plot, but if your character dies they lose any powers they have.

However, there will be some ghosts who will want to talk to your characters. They will want to answer questions for them. Those will be placed in a separate NPC tag below. This is where Annie comes in, so if characters have issues with her, that may be an important thing to consider. Because Annie will remember.

In a desperate attempt to stop the attacks and the Sphere itself, the giant golden glowball will try something dangerous. It’s going to attempt to reset people using their memories. However this is going to backfire badly. Instead it will cause dead characters from people’s past to show up for the last day of the plot only January 28th. No dead characters from the persons home world may appear before then and they will disappear on January 29th. Please keep in mind these will be feral ghosts and not actually the characters themselves and they should be treated as such.

On January 29th at midnight, the Sphere will do something even more desperate: it will kill everyone within the Sphere which means everyone wakes up in their domes in the sunken bed on the floor. There is no penalty involved in this death, no memory loss or anything like that and everyone within the Sphere will be reset and the ghosts will be absent.

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Sansa Stark | Jan 28th

[toivory]

The first time she sees him, she thinks she's making it up. But then she sees him again, and she knows she's not. There's no one else with his piercing eyes and that wicked grin of his. Ramsay Bolton is here. Or, at least, a version of him. Parts of his skin are tore open, flesh and blood and bone visible from the wounds. They're deep, vicious bites, his face swollen and bruised. Yet he still looks as smug as ever.

He locks eyes with her across the room and he starts to walk toward her slowly and deliberately. One hand goes to his doublet, making to pull out what was his favorite knife. Sansa doesn't need to be told twice. Picking up her skirts, she runs in the opposite direction, as fast as she can, trying to keep her breathing even keel even as her eyes blur with tears. There was no reasoning with Ramsay Bolton in life, there surely would be none in his death. Certainly not when she'd been the one to orchestrate it.

But one thing is for sure: She cannot let him get to her. She would rather die.

[song_of_fire]

She doesn't have time to get a good look at Sansa's ghost, though she wouldn't recognize him even if she did. Instead, she charges between Sansa and Ramsay, pulling at Sansa's arm to draw her away.She had purchased a dagger during her time here and drew it, readying it to fight off Ramsay if need be. Without her dragons, she would rely on herself. She would not let any of them be hurt without a fight.

"Run." She said, not breaking her gaze with Ramsay. "Run home quickly."

She wasn't trained with a blade beyond knowing which end to stick a man with, but she didn't lack courage. She had always meant to join her men in battle, but her advisers refused to allow it. Now, there was no one to stop her and reason enough to fight.

"Find Theon or Jon. Just run."

[toivory]

Dany has no way of knowing that Theon is the least useful person in the wake of Ramsay Bolton's ghost. Theon's hardly more than a ghost himself, and she knows if he saw he'd be back, living in Reek's skin once more.

But she doesn't think. She doesn't even think about who grabs her, but she will never tell anyone that the silver hair is a welcome sight.

"Be careful!" Sansa tells Dany, stopping herself from running just for a moment. She cannot be afraid of Ramsay. Not this version of him, back from the dead. "He gets joy from causing pain, do not give him that satisfaction."

She doesn't want to leave her there, hesitating before she reaches back for Dany's wrist.

"You can't stay here!"

[song_of_fire]

"I have felt worse pain." She doesn't fear him. She's the blood of the dragon and the dragon does not waver. She thought of Drogon, pulling him into her heart as she felt heat fill her blood. It was enough for her to swipe at Ramsay. He easily side stepped her, but it wasn't enough to deter her.

But Sansa grabbed her arm, surprising her.

"You have time to run, Sansa. He won't focus on me for long." Not when he wanted Sansa. It would be enough to let her get away and to safety behind salt. "Run!" She urged her again, ready to shake off the girl, but instead backed up with her, trying to keep a distance between Sansa and Ramsay.

[toivory]

"No. You haven't."

She's firm in her words, still holding tight to Dany's arm. She doesn't make to run. "He will torment you and make your death slow. He will rape you until you beg for death- Daenerys-- you've got to come with me!"

Ramsay smiles at the ladies, all cocksure.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure, my lady wife? Who is this beautiful thing?" He's got his knife, but he sheaths it to pull out his bow and arrow.

"Dany- now!" She tugs at her.

[song_of_fire]

A knife she can contend with, but arrows, she would be a fool to make a stand. Without Drogon, she would not be able to withstand him. She didn't hesitate, following Sansa's lead as they raced away. There was the sound of an arrow whizzing past. She could feel the feather of the arrow tickle her arm, close enough to warn her that he was an excellent shot.

She dragged at Sansa, pulling her in front, blocking Ramsay's shot of her.

Another whiz of an arrow, this was nearly scratching her cheek. "Keep running." He wanted to frighten them, to make them trip and stumble. She was a dragon, she didn't not tremble in the face of the monster.

"Weave! Stay out of his range!"

[toivory]

"You don't think-!" She yells at the other girl, but the second she hears the arrow clatter at her feet she knows she has to run. She'd learned the hard way, how good of a shot he was, and what better strategies there were to running away from him.

She skittered slightly, holding on to her companion. She didn't want her getting hurt on her behalf, truthfully, and leaving her to Ramsay was not something even the Daenerys Sansa knew deserved.

"Hurry!" She yelled, dodging back and fourth through the hallways. She felt an arrow brush right past her, nearly hitting her ear. She dropped Dany's hand, turning herself fully forward now. The movement was too slow, and as she turned, and arrow found purchase through the meat of her shoulder. She let out a scream, stumbling forward.

[song_of_fire]

She could hear the arrow make contact, tearing through Sansa's flesh. Dany pushed her forward, careful not to hit her shoulder, in an effort to keep her going at the same speed. She was injured, in pain, but if they slowed, only more arrows would follow.

Almost as though she willed it, she felt a sudden burning at her leg, an arrow punctured above her knee. She bit her lip, forcing herself not to cry out. Her speed slowed as she struggled to limp instead of run. "Keep going." Her voice was strained, struggling to draw on the adrenaline coursing through her. It was her only means to keep strong.

There was a sharp turn between two houses. Dany grabbed Sansa's arm, steering her out of his range. He already hit them twice, she wouldn't let him manage more than he had.

[toivory]

Sansa whimpered with each step, the arrow jostling with every step. She was not made for physical pain, and loathed it. Even more when Ramsay was back from the dead and he was the one inflicting it.

With the pressure on her good arm, Sansa turned the sharp corner. Holding on to her arm to try to stablize it, she kept on ahead. When she got to the end of the alley, she turned back to see if they'd gotten away.

"Daenerys! Hurry! We haven't outrun him yet!" He was a hunter. Though who knew how he was without his hounds. They had to find a safe spot, some place that had salt or a religious symbol to repel them... It wouldn't take long to draw a seven pointed star.

Glancing back toward the end of the alley, she noticed for the first time a door, flush with the wall, cleverly hidden. "Look- let's get in there.- if I can find something to write with I think we can ward him off."

[song_of_fire]

It was a better option than struggling to however long it took to reach Sansa's home. She only took a moment to check for Ramsay over her shoulder before following Sansa in, pressing her weight against the door for Sansa to write something. Jon seemed to think that the ghosts couldn't go through doors, but she wouldn't take that chance.

Her head was swimming from the pain and exhaustion as the adrenaline wore off. From the look of Sansa's injury, he had gotten her pretty deep, though not enough to knock her down and out. "We need to find water and cloth." It would have to make do without bandages. If there was alcohol, they might be able to stave off infection, her lingering fear and paranoia still left over from Drogo.

"Are you able to move your arm?"

[king_inthenorth]

Jon doesn't know if his sword actually does any good against these ghosts or not, but after his earlier encounter with Olly, Jon's got it with him anyway. Just in case.

She won't have to die though. Jon isn't going to let that happen. Too many of his family members have died, starting before he was even born.

And Ramsay, especially, isn't going to be responsible for any more deaths.

He doesn't know if Valyrian steel makes any difference against these ghosts, but that doesn't stop him from drawing his sword and pressing it against Ramsay's throat. He can at least stop Ramsay's progress enough to give Sansa time to get away.

"I'll hold him off. You go."

[toivory]

"Jon!" He's at her rescue again, ever the true knight. She's never actually seen him sword fight up close, but she knows he's good. Ramsays' best with a bow, but at short range...

"How about a rematch?" He asks, before drawing his sword, grinning at Jon.

"Find me at my home!" She yells at Jon. "I need you alive!" She needed to find Theon.

[king_inthenorth]

He nods and gives her a gentle push in whatever direction is away from Ramsay. He can handle this, and he'll find her once he's slowed Ramsay down enough to get away.

"Do you think it will turn out differently than last time?" he asks the ghost of Ramsay. Because he doesn't.

[toivory]

Ramsay fixes Jon's dark eyes with his bright ones.

"Last time you had a shield."

He thrusts forward, engaging in combat.

[king_inthenorth]

It is true that he doesn't have a shield this time, but neither does Ramsay (although Ramsay does have the advantage of being already dead). Jon doesn't have to kill him though, just slow him down enough to give Sansa some time and then get away himself.

He has the advantage of being better with a sword, and having something to fight for. He can keep going for longer that way. Which is what he does, fighting Ramsay off until Sansa can get away. Then he takes his chance and runs, hoping that Ramsay can't keep up with him. He has to make it to Sansa's before Ramsay does. His only hope is that Ramsay doesn't have some way of finding her, and he can lose the ghost on the way.

EVERYONE IN HERE. the Westeros party.

[toivory]

When Jon arrives at Sansa's door, she's already managed to get herself into a difficult bit of trouble. She'd managed to get away from Ramsay, but only for so long before he'd found her, this time accompanied by Daenerys Targaryen, of all people. They'd run, as fast as they could, but they couldn't outrun arrows, only outsmart him.

So when Jon knocks, he's the last to arrive at Theon and Sansa's home. Both Dany and Sansa are inside, along with Theon. Sansa's stripped her blouse off, revealing long pale limbs and a bloody bandage around her shoulder. There are scars along her skin, but with the blood they easily fade into background noise.

Never the less, Sansa stands to look out the peephole and let him in.

"Step over the salt- and best say a prayer." Formalities, before she gives him a one-armed hug, the best she can do. "Are you alright? Did he get you?"

[song_of_fire]

It had been agony running to Sansa's home, her wound above her knee opening again. She had torn off the old bandage, making more makeshift bandages out of the bottom of her skirts. She was in the middle of tying it when Jon stepped in, the gleam of his sword catching her eyes, raising her guard suddenly. Not Ramsay. No, he couldn't find his way inside.

Her dagger was next to her, unsheathed just in case. She kept an eye on the salt, making certain that it hadn't been broken as Jon entered the room. They still seemed to be safe for now, though she hated the idea of simply cowering behind a door, no matter if she was injured or not. Nothing would be accomplished this way and they were left under siege.

"Do you need help with your bandage, Sansa?"

[toivory]

Sansa hated the site of Dany's blood turning her bandage a dark crimson, turning brown at the edges as the blood dried. Her shoulder ached, screaming at her with every too-fast movement.

"No, no- take care of yourself, first," she says. Daenerys had run so far on an injured leg. Sansa was safe now, here and with those she cared for. "I should have some salves, in the cupboards, perhaps something that will work for you. I will be fine, now that I'm here." She put on a brave face, though night after night of Ramsay clouded her vision.

[unknownmoirai]

Inesa didn't know who it was but she saw Sansa's expression and that told her everything that she needed to know. This was someone she knew and possibly the cause of some of her scars. Inesa stepped forward and positioned herself in between Sansa and the ghosts.

"Sansa. Stay behind me." Her voice was steady and strong.

It was easier, being strong for a friend.

Inesa held up her hand and a silvery image glimmered from her palm. "I will not let you touch her." The ghost touched the translucent magical wave and his form shivered, his temper flaring with anger at the object impeding his goal.

"Sansa." Her voice lowered. "Are you alright?"

[toivory]

Sansa did not need to be told twice to stay behind her friend. Once more she couldn't help but feel just a tiny bit useless as her friend began to use her magic. What did Sansa have but a gifted tongue? Everyone else had magic or cool sword skills.

But she ruled.

She didn't want to watch Ramsay as he tried to get past the barrier. She wanted to run from here, but her feet were frozen to the spot. "No," she whispered. She was not alright.

[unknownmoirai]

Inesa turned towards Sansa and met her gaze. "It's just a nightmare." Her voice was a low hushed whisper. "He isn't here but the ghosts will hurt you. I don't... want that." She couldn't protect Sansa from the memories of her past.

"I can protect you for now." There was another soft wave of energy and the ghost vanished, briefly. "But it won't last. The nightmares always return. You should go somewhere safe. I was told that salt will keep them out. The nightmare won't last forever. Nightmares never do."

She turned towards Sansa and smiled. "You are stronger than you know and you have a lot of people here to help you too. We are each others strength. You help me be strong Sansa." Inesa would never have fought without something to protect.

[toivory]

"Salt," she repeats, looking at the spot where Ramsay had been a moment ago. Gone, dead. It wasn't enough that he haunted her every moment, he had to be here, too. Salt. She could do salt. She had some in her room.

She nods. "Don't let him hurt you. Run, if you can. He'll kill you, but he'll make his fun, first." Inesa didn't deserve that. No one did.

[unknownmoirai]

Inesa smiled at Sansa. "I won't let him hurt me." It was her own past that she had to worry about. "You go and be safe." She knew she's see Sansa, at the very least, when this was all over.

"I will keep him from you for as long as I can." It won't last forever.

[toivory]

"Be safe, Inesa! Do not underestimate him!"

Too many people had. Too many people were dead.

/end?

[unknownmoirai]

She looked back at Sansa with a warm smile.

"I won't. Be safe." Inesa didn't know what she'd do if anything happened to Sansa.