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Kindred Spirits Complete	By : RedelliaValentinos Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, I don't own any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story, I write this purely for the enjoyment of writing. It's just me and a keyboard and my wild brain.

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After their late dinner, they settle in the library. It has enough open space for what they're doing. Vlad places a few pillows on the floor before the fire and they sit. Jasmine eyes the shelves of books, searching for something suitable to distract her from the dark cloud that hangs over the situation. Vlad notices.
He points, "Third shelf up, fifth book in from the left. It might bring some comfort."
She glances at him, almost hesitantly, before going to the shelf he's suggested. She pulls down a hardcover book, in a deep burgundy with gold book corners. It has a faint ethereal glow to it and the cover is unremarkable, but soft, with tears through parts of the strange fabric. It's old, the pages are significantly yellowed. She opens it to the first page and finds handwriting.
Personal Study of Ecto-Exposure and Side Effects
She raises a brow at him.
"It is a collection of all of my notes on myself. All of the changes I've endured, things I've learned, the things I've been taught, my abilities and such. Some of it is quite extensive." He motions for her to sit, "There were...anatomical adjustments as well, so you'll also find scans and X-rays." Vlad seems a little uneasy at mentioning the last detail. But she nods and settles on the couch with the journal. If nothing else, it will give her a starting point.
Vlad looks back to the boy sitting patiently on his pillow. "Why don't we start with the simplest of tricks?" Vlad holds up his arm and Danny watches as it becomes see-through for a minute, before reverting back to normal. "Invisibility. Then, we'll move on to intangibility, flight, temperature control and so on."
Danny's eyes practically glow and Vlad leans backwards a bit, away from the burst of energy. Possibly the fire of youth, but he has a very radiant core, so much so that it's overwhelming.
"Flight?! I can fly?!" He's practically bursting at the seams and ready to bounce off the walls, half off his pillow and nearly about to jump.
It's a good sign, Vlad supposes. He chuckles and gently places his hands on the boy's shoulders, easing him back down. "Yes, lad. But not yet. You need to learn control, first."
Danny slumps with a curse under his breath.
"Mind your tongue, young man."
"Well, why can't I start with flight? What did you start with?"
Vlad quirks a brow and holds up an invisible arm again. Danny groans. "You can't run before you walk, son."
Laughter erupts from the couch. Jasmine covers her mouth and they both look at her.
"Sorry! Sorry, it's just..." She giggles, "He tried to skip walking when he was little!"
Vlad smiles at him.
Danny glares at her. "Yeah, yeah, I face-planted the kitchen floor. Laugh it up, sis."
"Well, if you can maintain some of that raw energy, I could have you phasing through cookie jars by tomorrow morning."
Danny perked up.
"Follow my directions without argument, and I might be able to throw you off the roof by the end of the week."
Jasmine startled. "What?!"
"I'm kidding!" Vlad chuckles, then, quietly, under his breath, "mostly."
The girl grumbles.
"Why don't you go get another cup of cocoa?" the elder halfa suggests, "It may get cold in here."
The redhead gives the man a hyper-focused glare as she slowly gets up and leaves the room. When she's finally gone, a toothy grin forms on Danny's face.
"You have to get me flying. That'll be a great prank."
There was a sudden spark of light in the boy's eyes, and despite its mischievousness, it brought a tiny jolt of joy to his own core. Here, Vlad may have a tragedy sitting in front of him, but the child was overly eager to learn. It seemed the darkness of the situation was brightened by the potential to soar above the ground, at least partially. It was a simple ability, really. One that every specter in the Ghost Zone has. If he's lucky, his ward will take to his powers quickly.
...Danny does follow his instructions, to the letter. There's a smidgen of resistance met, but only by confusion, which Vlad and Jasmine eventually straighten out. Really, the difference between intangible and invisible is obvious. But he had to rephrase it three times, and finally, after half an hour, and Jasmine shoving her empty mug into his hand to explain it him, it clicked. And once he understood the difference, he went from trying to phase a hand through the floor to phasing his whole body through the door faster than Vlad could blink.
The invisibility was handy, he found, but the intangibility? That was far more interesting. It was a sudden source of amusement, Danny found, going through the door repeatedly.
"I'm in, I'm out. In, out. In, out. In, out, in, out, in, out," he's starting to laugh, and Vlad looks on, propping his elbow on a knee and resting his cheek on his hand. There's a genuine and almost loving smile on his face.
Jasmine's eye starts to twitch. After a few minutes of her brother enjoying himself, she hurls a throw pillow at the door...and misses; he's pulled his head back through just in time. She's grumbling while he walks back through the door, trading his intangibility with invisibility.
"Ha! You've always been a terrible shot!" It echoes, rather strangely, through the room. He's not at a distance, it shouldn't echo at all. But it does.
Jasmine approximates the trail of his voice and holds up the book in her lap. When she thinks Danny is close enough, she snaps it shut as hard as she can. Vlad watches as a plume of dust billows out of the text and disperses, creating a faint outline of where Danny is standing. It's a clever response and he's pleased that she came up with it so quickly.
The redhead grabs another pillow and hits her brother square in the face.
"Hey! That's not fair! G-e-a-ah," The dust cloud rises up, "ah-ah-CHOO!"
A burst of white light blinds them both, forcing them to shield their eyes. The light splits in two, and Danny is suddenly visible again, rubbing at his nose in annoyance. But he distinctly feels that something has changed inside. There's a faint sensation in his bones. Prickly and buzzy, like sandpaper, and it's quickly fading, but he can't ignore it.
Vlad bursts out laughing. Danny looks down at himself.
Jasmine rubs hard at her eyes to dull the pain from the flash.
"Well," Vlad gets out between breaths, "that's one way to do it!"
Danny blinks, holding up his arm and staring. His skin is now a tad darker, a color most would actually consider healthy, and an ethereal glow coats the limb and the rest of his body. Examining himself further reveals that the deep blue T-shirt he's wearing has turned black while his black leggings have turned white. "Um... What just happened?"
Vlad gets up and starts circling him, studying the change. "What's happened, Daniel, is you've sneezed your way into your ghost form." He fusses at Danny's hair, once black, now a soft and snowy white, and literal snowflakes fall when he ruffles a few strands. They melt when they touch the floor. "I must admit, I wasn't sure how I was going to teach you to transform. But this will certainly do."
He takes the younger halfa's other arm, his left, and exams closely, feeling the ghostly energy vibrating just under newly tanned skin. Whereas Danny's human skin was deathly pale and held no markings of any kind, his ghostly flesh was just tan enough to reveal small freckles that scattered their way up the limb. Turning it in the light just right reveals a foreign, zigzagging fern in a florescent trail. It starts at his fingertips, rendering the skin there just as white as his hair. And, Vlad realizes, where the sooty charring once was. It works its way up. Under the shirt, over the boy's collarbone and down towards his chest. He suspects it stops where he knows his core to be.
"Lichtenberg," he utters softly, eyeing the pattern and how its visibility changes in the lighting.
Danny looks at him. "Whatenberg?"
Vlad smirks. "Lichtenberg. Your arm."
Danny looks, sees, and becomes fascinated all over again, irises glowing and practically chasing the path as he tilts his limb this way and that. Vlad looks at his eyes while he's distracted. Vibrant, ectoplasmic green. He shakes his head.
"It's the result of an inflammatory response. As current spreads out, causing ionisation and heat effects, it causes damage to the small subcutaneous capillaries. I imagine it to be the fault of the electrical charge you took. Normally, such scarring fades over several months. In your case, it might be permanent."
"Huh." Danny tugs at his sleeve to follow the fern-like pattern, and then fusses at his shirt to see where it stops. He pulls the collar of the garment down a little, just enough to find the epicenter placed over his heart. "I like it."
The man lets go, takes the book in Jasmine's hands, and opens to the first page. His fingers trace the surface of the paper, finding it more than supple after so long. He's completely filled it just studying himself. It seems fitting that he'll need another book to start recording Danny's case. Even though they're both halfas, and thus, two of a kind, there are drastic differences between them. He has a spare journal in his desk, they were given to him as a pair long ago. He hands the book back to Jasmine to continue reading.
"We've covered Invisibility, intangibility, and going ghost," he huffs, rubs the back of his neck and looks at his watch, "all in about one hour." He's tired, suddenly, ready to crawl into bed. But he can't leave the boy as a ghost all night. Despite it being almost two o'clock in the morning.
"Alright, Daniel, since you seem to be taking to this frighteningly quickly, there's one more lesson for the night."
"Flight?" Danny says with a wide grin that's intoxicating.
Vlad chuckles and ruffles his hair, watching the downpour of freezing snowflakes that follow. "Not tonight. Unlike you, we've been up all day. Tomorrow. I promise."
Danny's face falls and a pout plasters itself where his smile was. He looks up at the man, eyes wide and clear, attempting a beg.
Vlad isn't impressed. "Young man, I amassed my fortune by being a cold, heartless bastard. Puppy dog eyes don't work on me."
Danny slouches. "Worth a shot. What's left, then?"
"Well, you've successfully changed over to your ghost form. Now you just need to switch back."
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