[ he shrugs (don't know) and grabs another handful of salt. ]
Ghost?
[ it might be anything, but it seems to be some kind of haunting—even if it's not exactly a ghost. some kind of malevolent spirit, maybe. nic draws his sword and backs up to the doorway, just as another thump sounds, back in the living room. nic's still investigating the place where he'd thrown the salt. ]
[well, obviously it's a ghost of sorts. it's what kind of ghost. or, wait-- maybe it's a banshee. she signs as she speaks,]
I know it's a ghost. Something's different about it, though. It's like it's everywhere at once. Maybe there's more than one?
[her eyes dart towards the sound, but she doesn't move towards it. she walks closer to where the ghost had been to tug her sword from its place in the wall.]
[ nic's not exactly capable of telling where other noises are coming from, but he does feel the cold breeze from the doorway. frowning now, he slashes his katana through the air and is rewarding by another gust of wind right to the face. they're getting warmer (figuratively). ]
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Ghost?
[ it might be anything, but it seems to be some kind of haunting—even if it's not exactly a ghost. some kind of malevolent spirit, maybe. nic draws his sword and backs up to the doorway, just as another thump sounds, back in the living room. nic's still investigating the place where he'd thrown the salt. ]
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I know it's a ghost. Something's different about it, though. It's like it's everywhere at once. Maybe there's more than one?
[her eyes dart towards the sound, but she doesn't move towards it. she walks closer to where the ghost had been to tug her sword from its place in the wall.]
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[ he smirks, but readies his blade. ]
Where else?
[ nic's not exactly capable of telling where other noises are coming from, but he does feel the cold breeze from the doorway. frowning now, he slashes his katana through the air and is rewarding by another gust of wind right to the face. they're getting warmer (figuratively). ]
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Just past the doorway. You want to go?
[as soon as they take care of this, they have to go on a vacation. they need a break.]
We can probably trap it if we keep moving forward.
[she glances to the container of salt on the counter. maybe they could box the ghost in by making salt barriers.]