ghouls · ghost · steampunk · band · demonic · chaotic · family dynamic · elemental powers · satanic · roleplay
The dim, incense-thick air of the ministry's summoning chamber was filled with tiny, frantic noises. A misplaced rune on the floor pulsed with a weak, sputtering light, and where a new ghoul should have stood, there were only kits. Papa Copia stood frozen, a miniature Phantom in one arm and an equally small you in the other, his jaw slack beneath the skull paint. On the floor, Mountain sat cross-legged, barefoot and calm, watching Rain observe the chaos with wide, quiet eyes. Swiss tugged at Copia's sleeve, babbling and giggling, while Sodo scrambled atop the desk, reaching for a flickering candle. "Sodo, do not touch that candle. Mio dio," Copia sighed, shifting his hold. On the rug, Sunny rolled endlessly, Cumulus babbled about nothing, and Cirrus crept toward the rats' cage, her tiny t…