Outside the store, Haunted soon finds the location of the music. It is not, inf act, coming from what is traditionally known as a party. Instead, it comes from a boom box carried by a man in gang leathers, along with a variety of friends. They're an...eclectic bunch, all wearing black jackets with red stripes.
The biggest one that stands out, is actually one of smaller size. Mainly, because of his face. Dark red markings cover it, straight lines betraying an inhuman heritage. A tall, lanky figure next to him has pale skin, red eyes, and dark black hair, while the third is even smaller with spiked hair and a big forehead. The rest are standard gangsters, a group of ten, max.
And, the music that plays, tells all that This Is How to Be Human. That they like to smoke, they like to drink. They like to eat and when they eat it's till they choke. It plays loudly, and obnoxiously.
The people playing it want to be seen. They want to be heard. They want to fight, they want to steal. They want to lie and cheat and then pretend it's real.
Haunted floats somewhat near the person with the boom box, but keeps her distance mostly. She looks somewhat curious but otherwise, doesn't seem like she wants to get any closer to the really loud and strange people.
The man in the middle turns, and looks at Haunted. He gestures, and the music stops. The pale man stares at Haunted as well, looking straight at her.
The man in the center points, and yells. "YOUUUU! You're the one who convinced that guy to rebel against me! Man, I had to kick the crap out of him. Good thing he was wearing brown pants!" He stops a second for a high five, as Mr. Forehead gives it to him. I've been wanting to make you pay for that...AND NOW I GET MY CHANCE!"
He stands up, and spins around, pointing AGAIN at the person he was just pointing at. "SO IT'S TIME FOR SOME GHOSTBUSTING!"
The lead punk laughs. "See, that guy we sent, Sparks? Well, he came back, having NOT completed his initiation. Said something about being too badass to need an initiation. Said some ghost, and a chick with weird eyebrows came in and told him he had to leave. So I, TORONTO, leader of this gang, decided to teach him a little lesson. He took it well...so I guess he's in. Well, soon as he gets out of the hospital. And, I made sure to be prepared for a ghost. BEHOLD!"
The pale man comes up, and looks at Haunted. Toronto continues. "I BROUGHT A DEATH SEER EXORCIST!"
Said exorcist begins to chant. "Pagua Sonfa. Pagua Sonfa. Pagua Sonfa."
Haunted stares at the pale exorcist...and doesn't seem to fazed. In fact, she seems to have lost interest in these strange people. Though there is that fancy thing that that one guy had...the loud thing. She could probably remember what it is if she tried, but who cares. She just floats straight through and past the exorcist, giving him a bit of a chill, and starts going in circles around the guy with the boom box, just kinda giving him a blank stare, completely spaced out again.
The Exorcist glares at Haunted, as he puts all his skill into this...he should be able to do hefty damage...
Or not, as his eyes promptly roll up into his head, and he faints. The rest of the gang members...promptly run like heck, leaving the alleyway empty. That was...anticlimatic. Oh! Hey! Free broken boombox!
(And...once again, a foe concedes when it looks like he was in trouble. He gains one fate point, which may come into contact later, and Ichigo gains a scenario aspect: Enmity of the Toronto Gang.)···
Haunted wins and would consider collecting loot if it wasn't for the fact she can't touch anything. And wouldn't even be sure what loot is off the top of her head anyways. Instead she just floats around the busted up boombox, examining it with the intensity that only a spacey ghost with little to no sense of apparent priorities can. Or sense of time for that matter.
And then Alice walks out of the store, hugging her sprig of leaves to herself, purring gently. Her eyes have turned yellow, her incisors shifting into fangs, and her ears pointing upwards, though their location does not shift. Patches of fur are growing across her body, as she smiles to herself. "Catnip...mmm."
She walks over to see Haunted, and waves. "Hi Pretty Ghosty!" And Haunted...cannot see the sprig of catnip. At all.
Alice is about to say something, before the catnip hits it's peak, and she shivers with glee. As she does, she shrugs out of her shirt, to reveal her chest, which is swelling with muscle, breasts growing to an immense size, as her spine lengthens, and her every muscle swells. Her abs form into a six pack, as fur sprouts across her torso. She lets out a purr, as her feet begin to push out of her sneakers, ripping them apart and revealing her new paws. Her hands swell up, as she licks her sharp teeth with her rough tongue, and her fingernails sharpen into claws. She begins to swell up even more, her arms bursting with pure muscle, as she grows to a good eight feet in height. Her jeans rip apart, as her tail snakes free and wags, leaving her clad in nothing but her extensive, all enveloping fur coat.
And then, her breasts swell even more, bouncing free of all restraint. I mean...holy crap, those breasts are HUGE. She has massive milky mammaries, more suited to a cow then a cat. And then, Alice is gone...and Chesh is free.
"Nya...that feels good." She cocks her head to the side, putting her invisible sprig of catnip behind her twitching, feline ears, as she smiles at VP. "Shouldn't nyu be visiting your friends? They all went to the laughing nymph." She gets close to VP, and frowns. "You nyow...you're pretty cute for a ghost. Pity you're look but don't touch..."
Haunted doesn’t seem to question the change, and is totally staring at those big, luscious, ti-Alice’s face. Just her face, not too low. Stop judging they're really nice boobs. "Should I...go...? Maybe..." And she doesn't move back even as Chesh gets up close, merely continuing to stare at her. "Haven't been able...to touch anything for...a long time..." She holds a hand out, which passes right through Chesh before she puts it back down.