Teddybear

The Anima Homicidii paused in her note-taking. "It is a source," she said finally. The soulless one had referenced someone else in the room. It was frustrating to realize she ...

Harper's eyes lit up, "He quoted the movie, he doesn't mean that we're supposed to sacrifice anyone. But if we do have to, it depends on the ritual. See, it's ...

Marciella bit back her frustration. This was getting them nowhere. He didn't know anything useful. None of them did. She took a long look around, taking in the room around ...

"What gives you that ability?" Marciella asked, already working on her own solutions in her head. If this was out of the ordinary, one of two things was likely true. ...

She grit her teeth. Quickly she regained her composure. No magic then. There were worse ways to be trapped in other words. At least, she assumed there were. Right now, ...

Disappointment turned the corners of Marciella's lips down. No magic then. She closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath, let it out. Keep calm, the mantra of any good ...

Harper thought for a moment. Human specimen, he had said. It had said? Her smile faltered. She should have been more suspicious from the get-go, really. Clair always said so. ...

As soon as Harper made the connection, she let out a squeal of delight and skipped up to Ghostbusters, sticking out her hand for the nearest one to shake, "Hi, ...

Marciella nodded, satisfied, "How do you create the diversions? Do you have access to magic?" His being a scammer didn't matter. He wasn't someone she had to work with long-term, ...

It was frustrating, not being able to see the soulless one who spoke to her. She tilted her head, "You are a performer?" Hell wasn't a place that needed 'advertising', ...

Harper almost screamed again, but the ghost went right past her. It vanished. She blinked at the spot, unaware of the dumb grin on her face until it turned to ...

She couldn't quite pinpoint where the voice was coming from. Her head tilted to the side and she watched the empty space where it seemed to be, her pupilless eyes ...

"That ghost was what? Please use complete sentences, sir." She tacked on the bit at the end on a whim. 'Sir' was a title for a knighted member of the ...

The soul slipped her grasp. She tracked it with her eyes, watching it approach the second soul, watching it wrap part of itself around it. The unruly nature of the ...

Marciella's perfectly polite and content mask hardened, becoming almost unnatural in the sheer relaxed friendliness of it. "You said you dealt with these things before," she said, so polite, so ...