Night Wind
By: Wilona RIva
Disclaimer: Butch Hartman does; I don't.
Night and Day
(Fenton Works)
Phantom motioned for Twilight and Dusk to move swiftly and silently. He watched the huntress turn her head, and frown in his direction. Not seeing anything, she went back to watching the box with moving pictures. Television, the humans called it. Made up stuff.
Moving intangibly through and around things, he had just barely touched the door knob, when a throat cleared from behind him. "It's almost your curfew, Danny. Do not even think about it, young man."
Perhaps not the wisest idea, Night Lord? Twilight signed.
We wait. Phantom signed back.
Turning back to the huntress, he smiled innocently. We would only be going to watch the sunset by the lake. With Sam and Tucker coaching him, he'd learned enough rudimentary human sign language, that the hunters were able to make some sense of what he told them.
Even after all these weeks, some habits died hard, Jazz thought, from her place on the floor where she was coloring in one of those adult therapy books.
Maddie smiled, catching the signs for 'sunset' and 'lake'. Danny used the signs mixed with those from that ghostly language all three of the phantomic ghosts used. "You're not telling the whole truth, boyo," she said, narrowing her eyes. "I think the three of you are plotting to escape."
Always, he signed right back at her.
Jack, listening to the one-sided exchange between his wife and the ghost they'd captured, looked at him sharply. "Not tonight," he told him. " Maddie and I've got the okay for your brother and sister to join you at school tomorrow. You need your rest. Also, Maddie and I need to do some tweaking with the bracelets so the sun will not cause you to implode or something."
Dusk nodded her head; she could see the reasoning behind his statement. Night Lord?
We do as they ask...for now, Phantom replied.
Wait for night fall, Twilight added, then frowned. How do we get past the hunters' wards?
"Le's go back to my room," Phantom said out loud for the hunters' benefit. "Give the hunters your protection charms."
Both ghosts nodded. It was best to wait for nightfall.
(Inside Day Wind Territory)
"So you want me to choose your outfit so you can be 'cool'?" Lore queried, as she tapped her pencil against the side of her notebook. While Beacon kept up with mortal technology, she preferred to be a bit old-fashioned.
"How did your Seed even sprout?" Beacon shot back. "You know I'm color blind."
"True, dim bulb," she teased. "And also scatterbrained. Took you almost a good ten minutes last week before you noticed Pyre rigged the lights to flicker every time you pressed a key while keyboarding."
"Typing," he corrected.
"Whatever you say, Beacon," she said, giggling a bit.
Beacon made a face. "Why is it that Aviana always lectures me on name-calling, and y'all always get away scott free?" His southern accent was more pronounced when he was upset.
"Aviana loves us more," she snarkily answered. "Now, what is your favorite color?"
"Why?"
"Didn't you just ask me for help?"
"What?"
"I rest my case."
(Fenton Works)
The wards have been activated, Night Lord.
Yes, Dusk, I know.
Can we watch the stars?
I think so.
You indulge her too much, Phantom.
I am aware.
(Inside Day Wind Territory)
" The sun has set, Pyre," Breeze muttered. "Isle of Gold is nowhere in sight. Are you sure the ryu knows where to find them?"
"He listens and reads," came the reply. "Beacon, what the hell are you wearing? Never mind," Pyre muttered, "let me guess: Lore."
"Bingo," came the muttered whisper.
(Fenton Works)
Flipping through the book Jazz had checked out of the library on stars, Phantom pointed to one. This is Orion, he signed. Lunaris showed me how to recognize patterns in the stars before she ascended, and Night Wind left us.
(Ghost Zone)
Something you want to say you old meddler?" Ain smirked.
Clockwork smirked back. "I don't kiss and tell," he retorted.
"You just mainly kiss," Ain teased.
"AIN!"