Roll to seduce

[whatsupdanger]

Who: Miles Morales, The lovesick ghost inhabiting a copy of Miles Morales' body, and whoever they come across
What: A ghost makes Miles' life more complicated
When: Right after the "What does THIS button do" log
Warning: Bad flirting

A certain encounter with a magical circlet had created a duplicate of Miles that was possessed by a ghost who had died in a duel caused by a torrid love affair. In death, they only wanted to continue as they had in life.

SO that's why Miles has made a bad attempt and combing his hair back and straightening his clothes out (the real Miles has perpetually slightly scruffy no matter how hard he tried.) and was on the prowl. As if that wasn't bad enough, this copy also had a better grip on Miles' powers than Miles himself did, so they were damn near impossible to catch.

Anyways the long and short of it is that no matter who you are you are in danger of being approached by someone who looks just like Miles but with a smug look on their face and a flawless command of Parisian French. It's entirely possible they're addressing you while balancing effortlessly on top of something they're probably not supposed to be climbing on. A tree, a fountain, a wall, a statue, what have you.

Beware. He's here to flirt.

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[whatsupdanger]

Somewhere else is the REAL Miles looking altogether more off balance, searching for the fake, if you want to tag that instead.

[maplesight]

Oh, it's Sticky Boy Number Two.



[ run, ghost ]

[whatsupdanger]

So then you know me, ma cherie? That is a relief. I would hate to think that such a beautiful creature exists but was not part of my life.

[maplesight]

...You're acting weird, Sticky Boy Number Two. Did you hit your head? Eat something weird?

Is it the French lessons? I'll bet they did this to you.

[whatsupdanger]

Affairs of the heart transcend such simple things as language. Anyways French is the language of love, and I am UTTERLY smitten with you.

[betheman]

He spots him in a tree, of course. He was just going to walk on by...but hey, he hasn't said 'Hi' for a bit. So.

He waves.

His fate is now sealed.

[whatsupdanger]

Not-Miles waved at him, then dropped down into a casual tree lean with aplomb and grace.

"Good afternoon, sir. Might I have a moment of your time?"

[betheman]

"AUH-" Now, were they to be speaking in English, Gongenzaka would have assumed something was off. But he's well aware that he sounds Very different between French, Japanese, and English himself. So... "You speak French, Miles! That makes things much easier! If I'd known this before, I would have spoken to you in that language to begin with!" he proclaims, only to pause.

That didn't sound like something you say to someone you know, after all. "...Ahhh... ...you must not recognize me like this then... ...It's just me! Gongenzaka!" Shame that's not Miles "...What do you need me for, though?"

[whatsupdanger]

"No need to play coy my good man. A handsome fellow like yourself? You must get all kinds of attention!"

[missleading]

[ Whoa, is this the same guy? It's like Miles has turned over a new leaf. Maybe the whole Hero of Mankind thing finally hit him? In any case, Minako raises a hand in greeting. ]

Hey Miles! Not too shabby! You clean up pretty good!

[ whelp ]

[whatsupdanger]

[FINALLY someone said his name. Miles, apparently.]

You can judge a man by how well he takes care of his own appearance. It is a matter of pride and honor to look my best.

But I clearly don't need to tell you that, do I? You look absolutely stunning today! Or perhaps you just look like this every day? Would that I could be so lucky.

[missleading]

[ Oh wow that was A Lot, and there is a long pause as Minako stares at him, blinking slowly. ]

...

[ ??? ]

What?

[ She's totally into him. ]

[whatsupdanger]

[Confusion is the first step on the road to love, or something.]

Too fast for you? Could it be that you do not speak French very well? You are in luck, for it is my native tongue!

[yokeye]

[There's a kid on the ceiling in the hallway, one he hasn't met yet.]

Hello~! How did you get up there? Can you fly!?

[whatsupdanger]

I am always flying on wings of love.

[What does that even MEAN?]

[yokeye]

Does that mean you're an angel~?

[whatsupdanger]

[Not!Miles beamed at him.]

For you, I could be.

[made_up_names]

[ UH.

Uhhhhh. Points for posing on the wall there dude, but Peter is confused and mildly uncomfortable. ]

Dude, are you feeling okay?

[whatsupdanger]

All the better now that you're here my handsome friend.

[made_up_names]

[ Yeah okay, now he knows there's something wrong. ]

You need to lie down or something. I think you're hallucinating.

[whatsupdanger]

Nonsense! If these are hallucinations, then I would like nothing more than to become a madman.

[leekspins]

[In a crazy twist worthy of Shyalaman notoriety, Orihime is the one seeking out the ghost this time. As soon as she felt that familiar ping of spiritual reiatsu that matched the one she encountered earlier, she took off running for it. There's so much she wants to know and understand about these spirit clones, and the one she'd met had been so nice and charming. It's made her protective.]

[She skids around the corner, nearly going down in a sprawl of limbs and heavy khaki skirts as she steps on a hidden patch of ice, but she keeps her footing and remains upright. Whew!]

[But that's weird...the spiritual signature indicates that it should be around here, yet she's the only one around. Is he invisible?]

[...Is he flying? She snaps her head up to search the sky just in case. Someone on this campus probably has the ability to fly, she'll meet them eventually!]

[whatsupdanger]

[Orihime looked up and saw Miles (or at least something shaped like Miles) sitting on the side of a building two floors up like it wasn't any big deal. Which might explain why she had missed him at first.

When she fell, Miles hopped off the building, fell, and landed on his feet with a flourish, then offered her a hand up.]

I pray you are unhurt, Madamoiselle?

[leekspins]

--Oh, you can talk!

[The other one couldn't, but he'd managed to whistle. This is a stroke of amazing luck, who would know better about the ghost's existence than the ghost himself? She's glad for the hand up and takes it, albeit with a slightly embarrassed blush. Hopefully she's not too heavy for him.]

Yes, I'm okay. Thank you!

[She dusts her skirt off with her hand, trying to calm her thoughts.]

I was hoping I could talk to you, and find out where you came from, and why there are more than one of your kind. How long were you stuck in that box?

[whatsupdanger]

I...

[The ghost blinked. It's existence was...fuzzy. When it couldn't stick to a script it started getting confused, and being addressed as a ghost was definitely not on the script.]

...was stuck for a very long time, without anyone to share my li...my time with.

[Yes, nice recovery!]

But now that you are here, it all seems like a bad dream I have woken up from!