Jane
"What the hell? Did you just exorcise her?!!!" I didn't notice as Arthur went to hide- he knew what was coming and by god anyone with half a mind wouldn't want to be nearby. "Do you have any idea how terrified she must have been?! HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU FEEL IF SOMEONE HAD BRUTALLY MURDERED YOU HUH??!!!" I yelled, in any decent cartoon smoke would be pouring out of my ears.
I grabbed the hilt of my sword, yanking it out of it's scabbard with practiced precision. The blade glowed a ghostly blue- representing it's attachment to a departed soul.
"Drive away any more of these poor souls." I began, doing my best to simmer down before the world went red and I'd do something I was going to regret. "And those souls will be the least of your concerns." I sheathed my sword, stalking away- back upstairs.
How could they not see the suffering of the departed? Could they not see the trauma in leaving your life behind with no chance of return? Was I ALWAYS surrounded by un-empathetic morons? The ghosts were just people, and in order to be ghosts they'd gone through something no one should ever have to live past.
Death.
I paced through the halls of the hotel- my agitation refusing to go away. I sighed, taking off my helmet so I had something relatively not dangerous to fiddle with until I could sit still. As soon as I'd taken my helmet off something was stuffed in my mouth- a taste I knew a little about filled my senses.
Chloroform.
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