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Franklin has found himself in The Nexus, and he is hanging out on the street next to his green motorcycle and he is taking everything in. And he is trying really damn hard to avoid freaking out, at first he was backing out of his garage of his Vinewood Hill's home, and the next thing he was here. He takes a few deep breaths. "Woo!" He truly looks uncomfortable about the whole life before his own eyes thing. But he has to do what the rules of the little paper told him.

He leans against his bike, and he rests his hands on the seat. "Okay, questions, questions, fuck how did I get here? There you happy?" He calls out to ever may have plopped him here. Was it the FIB or one of the other organizations he happened to piss off? Merryweather? Gods only knows. Or did Trevor spike his food with a really bad batch of meth. No wonder the person was fucking insane.

Calm, calm, calm, try to be calm. Breath in, breath out. "Oh, and do you believe in ghosts?" It seems like an easy enough questions that doesn't revolve him flailing about like the confused person that he is right now.

((OOC: My left hand for a little GTA/Supernatural crossover AU after playing the game for a bit these past few days. Blame the GTA V soundtrack for this. :] May include Dean

riversideblues, Sam

lucifersvessel, and Cas

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"There ain't any concrete way in getting here, it all seems to be random." Waylon starts facing the man leaning against his bike. Waylon has been walking around a bit while reading the pamphlet where he was was pretty much getting the information about the Nexus. He hands the pamphlet over to him so he could take a look, "At least that's what this here pamphlet says. I got here via my Tardis myself."

Said Tardis was nearby a ways as he went in and took it to another part of the Nexus on his exploration of the place earlier. As for the ghost question of course he did, he is a time and space traveling alien after all so its safe to say he has encountered most things at least of what space has to offer, "Well if I see one then I'll know if they exist or not."

"My name is the Balladeer but you can use Waylon."

Edited 2016-08-14 04:54 (UTC)

And everything just went right over Franklin's head as Waylon talks, and offers him the pamphlet. He holds his hands up in the air, and he nods over towards the saddlebags on his custom motorcycle. "Nah, that's all good, dog. I got one of those and read the damn thing, but I ain't exactly a rocket scientist."

But introductions are introductions, and he nods his head. "Name's Franklin. And well the thing told me to ask a question, so I just said the first thing that came to mind." Franklin wonders if he should bring up the problems that have been happening in Los Santos. He thinks better of it for now.

"Still, I need to get myself back home. I mean I ended up backing up out of my garage, and found myself riding around the streets of this Nexus instead of Vinewood Boulevard to check on a business of mine. So either I smoked some bad weed the other night, or this is one fucked up dream."

Waylon followed his gaze and notices that he did have one already so he put his copy in a pocket inside his vest. Sounded like the other man got here in a more random way than he did. All he did was tell Amanda(his name for his Tardis)to take him to a place he'd never been to or hasn't even heard about before, "Alright, nice to meet Franklin. I can also say you don't have to worry about any immediate dangers, that's one of the things I'm liking about this place. Relatively safe, but I'm afraid I don't know a way to get out of here other than my ship over there." Waylon said apologetically gesturing to his Tardis, before taking a look at his motorcycle.

"That's a nice bike you have here, one of my old friends had a motorcycle too. I got his actually a few years ago."

Edited 2016-08-15 17:12 (UTC)

Everything about this place seems random to Franklin, and stuff like this doesn't exist in his world. Or so, he likes to think. Franklin looks at whatever it is Waylon is pointing at with a look of confusion on his face. "I don't see anything." And of course he has got no idea what a TARDIS is.

And then back on the subject of his bike, and Franklin nods his head about friends and bikes. "Yeah, my friend helped me get this bike too. I suppose it has to do with my love affair with cars, period." Sure it was stolen, and it likely was stolen prior to the repo job he did ages ago with Lamar.

"But if this place is safe, I suppose that's a good thing. Then again things for the time being are pretty safe back home."

"It's pretty safe too where I come from. We do get threats sometimes from bad aliens wanting to take over or cause trouble on Earth," Waylon starts to explain, "I'm not sure if they exist or not in your world, but aliens exists in my world, in fact I'm one too. I'm from a planet called Gallifrey but I live on Earth."

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"Wait, did you say you're an alien?" Franklin's eyes go wide, and he just wonders if this dude is pulling his leg. "Cause that sounds like one big helping of bullshit." But he tries to find reason, like ending up on some alien street and not on his way to do a few deliveries for his businesses.

"Yeah, bullshit." Franklin goes to put up a front of bravado instead of freaking out. He can see some nut job from Blaine County trying to claim that they're some alien, and this guy looks like he might fit that bill. And Franklin is finding it hard to believe if this is the truth, or if his leg is being pulled.

"Maybe you're dead." You know, just throw out the most gentle and unlikely explanation as to an arrival in the Nexus. Ixis Naugus is so helpful! He also answers in a distracted manner, more intent on fiddling with a bit of crystal in hand and claw rather than look at the flustered young Franklin.

Though he glances up with a sour look at the mention of ghosts. "...Why?"

Franklin turns his head around quickly, and his arms go up into the air in surprise at what he is seeing. "The fuck?!" And with it goes the pamphlet that he was holding in his hand. This place is strange, the people, are strange and he tries to quickly regain his composure.

"Because I saw something back home." Franklin still isn't sure if he smoked some really strong pot, or if what he saw was really a ghost. And he won't get into the other weird shit that frequents Los Santos.

"Language," is the strong admonishment, though his expression growing more dour at the obvious distress over his appearances. "Learn to take people who are different than you in stride here. Or at least learn to hide your shock.

"And ghosts aren't exactly the strangest thing you'll see here either. Maybe you're one right now! There's nothing to get flustered about when they're just pesky remnants of the dead." Yeah, that's totally reasonable and normal!

He knows it isn't polite, and Franklin ought not judge people, but the dude looks like a troll with some weird growth coming out of his head. "And what do you expect people to do when they see someone like you for the first time?" The whole being yanked from home is a huge shock for him. And sure, he knows he can go home once he finds his door but this is some jarring stuff.

"Okay, no more flailing my arms like a total dumbass, but you could be right. This could just be me being dead." Franklin knows that with his previous life, and some thanks to at least one of his friends, death is a great possibility. "And this is some fucked up version of hell, and you're one strange looking imp."

Naugus, in a continued demonstration that he's totally normal and nothing to be afraid of, hisses at Franklin and shows way too many sharp teeth in the process. "Hhhhhhhhsssssss! Keep their idiot opinions on my looks to themselves, really! I've never known you Overlanders to be decent folk, though, so you're lucky I take your terrible manners in stride like this."

Yes, he's the picture of taking things calmly, especially when he's called a hell imp! The mage is up on his feet at that point, huffily closing the distance between the two. And hissing again, of course. "Hhhhssss! If this is hell, I'll be more than happy to be your tormentor! I'll rattle your skull until some common courtesy forms inside it!"

This hasn't been the first time Franklin's mouth got him in some trouble, and it won't be the last either. And he has always been one to try, and defuse the situation so he throws his hands up in the air. "Hey, hey, hey! I'm sorry I called you an imp. And this is the first time I've been in a place like this before." He lowers o hand, and he places it over his chest. If this was able to work on a nut job like Trevor, then perhaps it will work on Naugus as well.

And if not? Franklin isn't sure what he will do. He has left his gun back home, and he is just a normal ol'human.

"And besides, I could be dead already. So I'm not sure how you'd kill a ghost twice."

"Hhhhhh, I'm sure I'd figure something out!" He's in the process of being very concerned with ghosts lately, so maybe this research will line up. Deal with his possible haunting issues AND blow up rude afterlife interlopers!

Except for the part that this is the Nexus and violence is prohibited. But that's never stopped Naugus from flying into threats and posturing and it's not gonna stop him now!

Although that also plays into the mage eventually calming himself just slightly, his expression still deeply vexed, shoulders still tense, but arms now crossed and cape pulled around himself. "You're lucky you're dealing with someone as gracious as myself, though. Apology accepted." Barely. "You should know better than to try and make powerful enemies here, be you a spectre or not."

Franklin just wants to figure out the mess at Mount Gordo and at his house, and perhaps it wasn't smart to go out there with some friends to poke around. And coming home to a house in shambles didn't help either. And now this.

But dealing with the now is on the top of his list of things to do. "I'm not looking to make enemies here, believe me that is the last thing I'm looking to do. I'm just looking to deal with an angry specter, or the idiot who thought to pull some kind of prank on me."

Franklin pauses to think. "So what can you tell me about ghosts? Cause you look like you know a lot more about them than I do."

Ooh, someone appealing to his knowledge is always a great salve for a prickled ego. Naugus is smiling again, running that weird crab claw of his through his beard. "Astute of you, for I am plenty wise about all kinds of matters arcane and mysterious. I may not have put a great deal of personal research into ghostly matters, but! I can say with confidence that they're overall little more than an annoyance. There are methods you can pursue to simply block them out, keep them from making themselves known or tampering with your living space. A demonic priest hereabouts helped me with that very thing, so it can't be THAT difficult."

"My problem is finding a demonic priest or someone to help me put the ghost to rest. So if you got any tips, I would really appreciate it," Franklin just wants to get back home, so he can deal with the ghost and get back to dealing with a different kind of bullshit. And Franklin looks serious about dealing with his problem back home, and he reaches his hand to rub the back of his neck. And then it hits him; maybe it has to do with that home he was 'given' and maybe the previous owner.

"But thanks for seeing this ghost as more than just me being crazy. And that it isn't exactly a nuisance."

"Oh? What's this one up to, then? Blood on the walls? Cups tossed about on their own? I've rarely seen them able to do little more than that. They're echoes. Stubborn spiritual stains. Latching onto the living because they weren't able to accept their own demises."

"It wrote Leave or Die in blood on the wall to my bedroom the other night. At first I thought it was my friend Lamar, but I can't see him pulling something like this." Franklin tries to think of anyone else within his crew old and new, and can't come up with a name. "And yes, I've seen blood before."

"Hah!" Naugus slaps his knee with amusement. "How trite, that one of the examples ended up being exactly what you ended up saying! Unoriginal things, aren't they? Honestly, just wash it down and ignore it. It seems the only thing they hate more than being dead is being ignored." Yeah, just shrug off that blood warning, no biggie.

"That doesn't exactly sound like a good idea, ignoring what is a very spiteful spirit who wants me out of my own house." And Franklin has no intentions on moving back with his crazy aunt. He has the money to buy another house now that he is gold rich, but he has grown rather attached to the house he is in now.

With a furrow of his brow, he looks Naugus over again. "Do you have any other ideas that don't involve me ending up dead or with my house in ruin?"

"Oh, don't be such a coward! What could it possibly do to you? It's not like it was your blood it used." He heaves a sigh and crosses his arms. "I'm sure there are invocations that you could do to ward yourself. Burn some sage, arrange some runes, et cetera. But that's just admitting the stupid thing got to you!"

"Do you think I'm wanting to find out what it can do to me? Sorry, but I'm not looking to either burn down my house or get myself killed. And I don't care what or whom that blood belongs to! The fact it was used on my walls in an attempt to give me some fucked up message is a huge deal!" Oh, the ghost in his house has Franklin a little rattled, not just a little rattled but a lot rattled.

"Hey if it gets the thing out of my house I don't care if it feels that it got to me. I just want it and those creepy blood soaked messages gone. Now if you can point me in the direction to where I might be able to get some runes and sage, I'll be happy to go get some."

Naugus sighs again, like this is such a disappointment and a hassle rolled into one. "Well, I suppose I can't refer you to the priest I spoke of earlier. If you're this badly rattled by spirits, I'm sure demons won't sit much better. A pity, he's quite talented at what he does. You'd be surprised how much good one can do with dark arts."

The mage points his claw in the direction of what appears to be a more urban area of the Nexus. "Head into the market district and keep an eye out for a golden statue of a horse with a man's face. Usually around there, people tend to peddle arcane goods. Ask for banishment runes or herbs. Agrimony goes a long ways, as does clove and sage. I'm sure they'll all tell you different ways to use it, so be sure to listen close. Do the wrong procedure and you'll probably end up worse off."

Balthazar chooses to politely ignore the first question. He has no answer, anyway. He's dead, that doesn't mean everyone else is. Unfortunately, he's also not especially reassuring, even for an angel.

"Oh, ghosts absolutely do exist," he says. "But I do think they tend to be less dangerous than certain mortal individuals would have you believe. Really, how fearsome can they be if they can be chased off with a sprinkle of table salt? Unpleasant, to be sure, but no worse than a garden slug."

((Suspect I'm not the SPN character you were looking for, but hi!))

"I don't know about that one. I mean a pissed off ghost might be able to kill someone if they were determined enough. And I've tried sprinkling salt around the perimeter of my house," says Franklin, about his problem and not of the ghost rumored to be up in the mountains.

He still hasn't told any of his friends, because most of them would think he's crazy. "This one has taken to throwing one major tantrum, and it doesn't want to leave."

ooc: Totally cool with it. :p And this is a total shits and giggles type of AU.

"Statistically, sharks kill far more people than ghosts do. And deer actually kill more humans than sharks. Fancy that. I read it recently." When he's not making trouble with Gabriel, Balthazar has been spending most of his time in the Nexus on the internet. Nothing is worse than an angel with Google.

"So, yes, by all means if you've a resident ghost take some precautions, but you may also want to prepare for Bambi and his friends to come gunning for you. Any idea what your particular spirit's problem is? Or is it just that you're in his territory?"

So sue him, he's curious now.

Salt seems like a dumb idea, all it will take is for his dog, Chop to start licking the stuff up or a gust of wind to blow it away. "Yeah, I know all about deer and sharks killing people. But for real, there's some ghost in my crib." Franklin carefully leans back against his bike, and he takes in a long deep breath.

"Ghosts don't travel from place to place do they?" But Franklin thinks it has something to do with the previous owners of his house. He never did ask Lester how he got the million dollar home in the Vinewood Hills. And somehow he thinks he might have his answer right here.

"I think I just answered my own question. Cause I think, I'm in their territory. If you'd like to see the mess it made, I can take you back to my place."

"Ghosts have to have some sort of anchor to the mortal plan to hang about. It can be a place or it can be an object. Occasionally even a person, if they've some attachment to them."

He looks thoughtful. On the one hand, there's no reason he should do charity work for a stranger with ghost trouble. On the other hand, it would be awfully nice to step out of the Nexus for a bit, and maybe he can leverage something out of this. A favor, perhaps, later on. At least a drink.

He shrugs. "Perhaps. Tell me a bit more about it first? Is it visible, or just a force throwing objects about?"

"I haven't seen it, but I've had shit written on my wall the other night and then there's that cold chill on the back of my neck." Franklin thinks about what he has been seeing for the past two nights. "But I haven't exactly seen the ghost or whatever it is that's decided to inhabit my house."

"So if there's someway we can find out exactly what is anchoring it to the realm of the living, I'd really appreciate it."

"Words or just symbols or doodles written on the wall?" Depending, that could be very bad news. The angry dead don't often try to communicate. Usually they just lash out.

"I'll level with you; I'm not sure whether I can leave this place myself, since I've died back home. I'm not a ghost, though, I promise you that." He gives what he seems to think is a charming grin. Certainly he looks very solid and not like a spirit.

"However, I'm game to give it a shot, and see if I can shoo your little phantom friend away. But I might ask for a favor later, in return."

"They looked like symbols, and of course I can't exactly read what they're telling me. Hell they could be wishing me a nice day, and they love the new digs." Franklin then stops to look the dude over when he tells him he is dead. "Well shit, I don't want you to drop dead."

He doesn't exactly know how this place works if someone happens to be dead. Sure, he is read up on the pamphlet but he may have skipped over 'If you're dead this will happen.' But he tries to play it on a positive note. "Well maybe if we're not from the same dimension or whatever you won't end up dead. But fuck, I don't exactly know how this place works even if it was worded nicely on that sheet of paper you end up getting the moment you end up here. So if you're willing to risk it..."

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