Welcome to the other side.

Hi there, I’m Mouse! This is a self-promotion for my OC Jay, who is a reaper of spirits. If you’d like to rp with me could you shoot this a like (or reblog it for other people to see!) I’d be super appreciative!

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It started with a chill down his spine. A confusing one at that; perhaps it was just from someone so close to his general vicinity, but this blonde kid was…….WAY too close for comfort. It wasn’t even that crowded today! But it wasn’t as if there was much room. And he wasn’t going to say he didn’t feel a tingle of excitement for Halloween.

Oh! Was it that soon already? Could people see him now? He’s being spoken to so he can only assume such. That being said, this person looked like he was about to high-tail it in the opposite direction. Jay can’t blame him either. He takes a few steps back so that he’s not as close to him and smiles warmly.

“Well of course!” He’s not just a typical ghost, he’s a reaper, but at least he has manners… other ghosts apparently died without them. “If I have one night to be seen and heard by all, I want to make it a pleasant experience. It’d be awfully lonely if I was mean and nobody came out to trick or treat…”

“Ah, that’s true…. I never really thought about how lonely being a ghost must be..” Most of the other ghosts he’d talked to had varying things to say… Some of them had been children who were very naive and others had been old and angry spirits. Neither of them brought up how much it sucked being unseen usually but maybe they were hurting underneath….

He laughs a little at that. “Oh don’t worry about us too much, we find fun in the little things I suppose. Watching people fall over a step or a raised stone, letting them walk into poles while they’re on their phone, watching the world go by... it can be cathartic.” 

As Maroon leans down, humming all sing-song, Jay half expects something mischievous in response. His hair is floofed, and he’d usually hate to admit that he absolutely leaned in to the affection-- oh but then Maroon just had to go and assault his sides.

He damn-near squeals at the surprise attack, he’s not genuinely ticklish, but the sudden hands at his sides had garnered a response from his body anyway. The moment Maroon’s slender fingers remove themselves from him, his own hands flatten against the spots he’d assaulted.

Maroon’s too good at this.

“Well I’m not one to look a gift-horse in the mouth, it’s nice to be seen and–” His voice gains an octave or so out of pure excitement. “Nah I jus’ wanna scare ‘em, throwing things could get them hurt.” He jumps on the spot, his happiness cannot be contained.

“Well I’m not one to look a gift-horse in the mouth, it’s nice to be seen and--” His voice gains an octave or so out of pure excitement. “Nah I jus’ wanna scare ‘em, throwing things could get them hurt.” He jumps on the spot, his happiness cannot be contained.

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“Sure is, pal!” Naoya grins at the apparition, seemingly unfazed.

Jay turns to look at Naoya, grinning widely. “Heck yeah I am! I’m thinking of spooking some kids in the graveyard--”

Cyberlife is a common name he’s seen around the place before now, a business if he recalls correctly. He’s not sure as to what happened to it after the revolution, but he can only assume good things came of it. Empathetic machines can’t be that bad of an idea, after all.

“I don’t tend to look like what most people assume the reaper to look like.” He notes the defensiveness of Connor’s action, the arms folding over his chest in a display of self-comfort. So he leans back a little bit to offer Connor some breathing room, providing that androids could actually, y’know, breathe. “It is a little strange that you can see me, not gonna lie there…” He scratches his cheek.

“That being said, cameras can often pick up silhouettes of ghosts, providing you believe in it.” Connor doesn’t seem like the type to actually believe in ghosts, though. Jay wonders if maybe there’s something he could do to prove to Connor that he is a reaper, though only one thing comes to mind.

He extends his left hand, an invitation to shake it. Maybe if Connor lacked a soul he would go straight through him. “Regardless, Connor. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

He didn’t need breathing room but being given the extra space did have a subtle positive effect. He tilted his head to the right, holding a questionable look as he listens to others explain how he shouldn’t technically be able to see him. 

“I’ve never met a ghost, so I can’t say for certain that I believe in them.” He stated, as far as he knew, he hadn’t and he was partly surprised Jay was still trying to convince him of this narrative. The other had nothing to gain by tricking him, which left the possibility open that he could be telling the truth but how could he prove the other was lying or telling the truth for certain?

“Pleasure to meet you as well, Jay.” He stated, returning the gesture with his left hand, which he found interesting. Normally one shook hands with their right, which could indicate that Jay was left-handed.

Connor seems to relax a little more at the offered space, and Jay allows the android a moment to calculate just what was happening. It’s no real surprise when Connor continues to disbelieve in ghosts, but at the same time, he can’t expect him to suddenly believe in them just because he says he is one. 

Surprise runs through him at the contact. So Connor could touch him? Their hands are connected, and he can’t say that the sensation is unpleasant either. It’s strange he can even feel a sensation at all. Jay tenses his hand to offer a firm and polite shake before he lets go of Connor’s hand.

He hums lightly at the question, resting his head on his hand and inclining slightly, Connor is rather full of surprises he thinks. “I’m not attached to this plane in the way Emma was. My reason for being here hasn’t been fulfilled yet...” Jay finds himself chuckling. “My mission has yet to be accomplished.” 

It’s definitely one way of putting it. 

“Ah yeah, most people are playing through headsets…” Being able to feel in game is a unique experience, the only other person he knew that could feel were those potentially scarred by the AIDA… gross. “I hug people if they can feel it or not, the sentiment is often worth it.”

At least, for most people. Ovan didn’t seem to mind hugs. 

Jay isn’t complaining about hugs, either. He doesn’t get them often, so excuse him as he just… cuddles Azure a little closer.

“Yeah… out in that other world…” A world the knight had never seen for himself… Sometimes he was curious about it, wished he could visit like how people could easily visit his own world, but it was likely impossible for that to ever happen.

He squeezes the knight closer and laughs under his breath. “Don’t worry about the world out there, it barely holds a candle to the world in here.” Even if he wanted to, it would be impossible for him to show Azure the player’s world. The most he could’ve done is show Azure pictures, but Azure no doubt has plenty of those.