Voice
AN: Just a quick one shot, I don't have further plans for this but it's an idea that's been bothering me for a while, so I thought I'd write up this short piece of dialogue between the two characters. A little plotbunny I wanted to share, nothing more than that.
"Hey, Dipstick!"
"Ember!"
Danny whirled around, hands alight with ecto energy, ready for the fight he was sure would follow. But the ghost diva raised her own hands defensively and smirked at him.
"Whoa whoa whoa, turn down the heat kid, I just wanna talk to ya."
"Since when do you just 'wanna talk'?"
The ghost boy's hands lowered, but remained ablaze for the moment, to illustrate that he didn't trust her. Ember simply rolled her eyes at the gesture, pulling her guitar off her back and strumming the strings lightly.
"Since like, now. Listen, kid, I got places to go, people to enchant..."
"And you're bothering me. Why?"
"Like I said, I wanna talk. It's about a certain little skill of yours."
Danny let the energy formed around his hands dissipate so he could scratch his head in confusion, blinking at Ember as she floated in front of him.
"What... skill? I have loads, I think."
"You don't even remember all your abilities?" Ember laughed, playing a few chords to emphasise it. Danny blushed furiously.
"Of course I do! I just don't know which one you mean!" he shouted at her.
"I play music, there's only one ability you have that I could find interesting, dipstick."
At Danny's blank stare, Ember turned the volume control on her guitar and strummed a power chord, sending waves of energy outwards to demolish a nearby tree... Or six, Danny counted. Then it clicked.
"My ghostly wail?! Why would you wanna talk about that?!" Danny frowned at her.
"Because it's sound based. I'm a musician. And you have one heck of an attack there, Danny."
"I don't know what you're on about, but I won't tell you anything about it." Danny pouted at her, folding his arms as she chuckled again.
"Well, I'm not after your attack, idiot. I can't emulate it. I wanted to ask you a question that was kinda... related to it."
"I just said-"
"But it's not about the attack itself!" Ember interrupted him, smirking.
"Then what do you want?"
Danny waited, rather impatiently, as Ember strummed out some regular song on her guitar, smiling. Just as he'd had enough and was about to leave, she spoke.
"Wanna be a back up singer for me, pipsqueak?"
"Excuse me?" Danny turned back towards her. "I don't think I heard you quite right-"
"You can sing, or you wouldn't have a sound based attack as powerful as that."
"I haven't sung in my life, and why would I wanna be your back up singer anyway? I don't like you, you don't like me, and your band creep me out, eugh."
"Just because you haven't sung doesn't mean you can't. Wanna take lessons?"
"No."
"Bet you do."
"No."
"We'd make a great team!"
"Thought you didn't do duets?"
"No..."
"Then no. Go away or I'll put you in the thermos."
"Heh, sure thing, babypop, don't wanna fight tonight, just chilling anyway." She smirked, giving him a quick salute and a chord or two on her guitar. "Think about it!"
"Go away!" Danny's warning shot hit the floor in front of the ghost diva's feet as she vanished in a wave of fire.
The ghost boy sighed and looked at the restricted area of damage that Ember had caused by playing her guitar, and couldn't help but wonder if maybe learning how to sing would help the control of his own power... Maybe... Naaa... that was a bad idea anyway. Better forget it, he decided, and flew off towards home.
...
Jazz never did get an explanation as to why her brother started singing in the shower.
