Eighth Jump (Ghost Rider)

Ghost Rider (Jump 8) 

Descriptions shall be shortened for convenience.

1000cp + 400cp = 1400cp

Starting Location: The Graveyard that Carter Slade tends to.

Origin: Drop In, 24 years, Male again. 50cp

Abilities: Shadows on the Wall (Free): Can show a certain degree of either an appearance or some other creepy/obvious sign of difference to create the reaction as if someone saw the real thing.

Designated Rider: Motorcycle (100cp): Very, very, very good at riding a motorcycle.

I Have No Soul to Burn (200cp): Soul can't be targeted or even detected by any effects unless desired. 

Spirit of Vengeance (600cp): Ghost Rider... Simple. Can change minor aesthetics. 

Spirited (300cp): Very powerful spirit that can even be picked up on, weakening foes and strengthening allies. Even increases the strength of any purchased capstones.

Spirit of Justice (Free): Blue Ghost Rider... Aka... More powerful and classified as holy instead of unholy.

Equipment: Nice Bike: Yamaha 1700 V-Max – Hyper Modified (Free): I got this exact bike. Margarita Glass of Jelly Beans (50cp): An endless margarita glass of my favorite jelly beans. As I do not like jelly beans, they are instead a random assortment of all jelly beans.

Wine Cellar (50cp): A wine cellar is attatched to my warehouse that not only ages wine perfectly in only a few hours and even houses bottles of wine that are over 2000 years old. Also replenishes itself. Long Coat (50cp): A proper coat that fits perfectly and repairs itself.

Drawbacks: Alcoholic (100cp): Going to be drunk the entire time I am in this jump.

YOU. GUILTY. (300cp): Ghost Rider is now hunting me and can't be killed... Great. Even has a Penance Stare that can't be resisted in any way, if he gets the chance to use it. Good thing it has terrible range and requires actually looking him in the eye.

The Spirit of Vengeance Has Finally Found Me

            I arrived in a world that I could only say was bound to hold some interest this time around. A world where various entities, most of which were demonic in nature, were about to combat one another for the contract of San Venganza… Either to prevent someone from gaining it or to use it for their own purposes. Thankfully, it was one I knew fairly well. I woke up on a soft bed in a little shack, an older man with a thin, leather vest, a grey beard, and an old Texan accent looking at me rather eerily. “Good morning, Carter… Waiting for that last ride?” I greeted him, his eyes narrowing as if he could judge every single deed that I had done up to this point. Honestly, he wouldn’t be wrong in doing so.

            I climbed out of the bed and wandered over to the coat hangers, looking at both my leather duster and my new cloth long coat… It took me a moment, but I eventually reached over to grab the cloth coat and wrap it around my frame, finishing off my suit and to look a bit more proper. I enjoyed the leather coat, but it didn’t suit the style. ‘You’ve done a lot of things in your time. How many sins weigh upon your shoulders?’ He asked me as I grabbed my hat and set it on the top of my head. “Multiple worlds worth… Has Johnny took the reins yet? He will be arriving in a day or two. I know where the contract is…”

            He looked at me with a harsh glare, glancing only once over to the shovel that was propped up next to the door. ‘How? Who are you, stranger?’ I glanced over my shoulder toward him, my visible cheek splitting and turning skeletal, the visible teeth elongating into fangs for just a moment with a crackle of blue fire. “An edgy fuck who has no place being here. I am just going to make things easier on this world before the current Ghost Rider hunts my ass down. Blackheart walks the streets with three fallen. Johnny will win on his own… if you give him the contract when he asks because of love. I have work to do.”

            After I finished speaking, I stepped out of the building and made his way over toward the silver V-Max that awaited me by the road. I climbed onto the bike and drove off into the city.

            It took a while for Johnny and me to ever cross paths, but he knew that I was present. It was the middle of the day of all things. I was sat down at the counter of my tavern, just enjoying a drink while one of the staff members (Whose name I forgot as they always changed when I moved from one world to the next.) cleaned the counter top nearby. He stepped in through the front door, his head aflame and staring at me with that eternal stare of pure malice that he always seemed to have.

            His free hand raised up and pointed straight at me as I looked over my shoulder to take a look at him. ‘YOU…. GUILTY!’ Is all he stated as he held up his other hand, his trademark chains dangling from his gloved fingers. “Good afternoon, Johnny… Well… Morning… Dang, I am an alcoholic. Been drinking since six a.m….” I muttered to myself as I climbed out of my chair, one hand keeping my hat tilted down for the moment to avoid staring into his eyes.

            “Let’s take this outside. I have yet to transform and I do not wish to see my establishment destroyed…” I informed him before bursting forth, my form appearing for just a moment where his once was with my leg held up and the door no longer present. I followed him outside, the Ghost Rider climbing out of the rubble that was left from the building I had hit him into. “I know that I can’t kill you, Johnny. You’ll just keep coming back… If I am going to face hell, it might as well involve this. An eternal conflict. I have already seen something similar… Can you kill me in nine years, Johnny? If not, you will never find me again.”

            I told him as he pushed a sign off of his body and glared my way, an unearthly growl like charred embers rolling from his throat… neck?... Whatever he had to keep his head up at this point. I think that I could see a neck. ‘You must pay for your sins… Feel the pain of the billions you have slaughtered for power and for sport-‘ “And for repentance.” I interrupted him, my clothing starting to smoke and the ethereal rage of my self-imposed anguish emanating from my body in wisps of blue fire. “Justice and vengeance, heh… Which do you seek Johnny? Why attack me for what I have done when I have yet to touch this world? I know that I have done wrong and I shall seek forgiveness, but I won’t die for it.”

            He did not listen to my words, which I knew he wouldn’t… I simply enjoy monologuing anymore. Guess there is a reason I am called “edgecoat” by some. Too much edge… and simply for the sake of it anymore. His chain came toward me, coated in a harsh flame that I ducked under to simply dodge it as it went through the front of my tavern. Fuck… Good thing it repairs itself. With a growl of my own, I rushed toward him, one of my hands reaching into my personal inventory to pull out a talisman. One of my hands reached out to grab one as the other activated the talisman. “Greater Teleportation!”

            We both vanished and reappeared in the middle of the desert that was just outside of the city, just to have him throw me a good fifteen feet away from him. I climbed up to my feet, my skin cracking and burning away to reveal a charred and cracked skeleton, my clothes having holes burned into them around the edges and even catching the blue fire in those areas where the holes directly touched my bone. Then I thought about it… I was going to fight… I was going to fight something I knew that I couldn’t kill and was seeking vengeance for all the pain that I brought others.

            I reached down to my belt and grabbed my bottle of rum, bringing it up to take a long drink of it… and then spit out fire as that was a terrible idea. Drinking extremely high proof rum while on fire… and without a stomach, of all things! “You know what… This is a bad idea on my part. Both drinking while on fire and fighting you. Fighting back vengeance just cause I know that I can’t kill you. I think that I have fought enough.” I state, my form turning right back to my normal self as I reach down to grab a talisman. His chain lashed out at me, my body launching into the air as I jumped to avoid that attack. I brought out the talisman and vanished with another teleportation spell.

            He hunted me for those nine years… Never ceasing his pursuit as I moved from one place to another in some vain attempt to avoid the confrontation. I didn’t know if it was better to avoid vengeance or face it as, either way, there was something morally wrong with it. By the end, however, it did not matter… Nine more years and I eventually was free of his pursuit with nothing really to show for it. Well, I had a wine cellar… Maybe I could start serving something that wasn’t lethal now.