There's No Such Thing As Ghosts! [OPEN]

[Suzie Miyazaki]

Suzie looked between the two of them and then shrugged.
"I didn't even know ghosts existed ..." She said.

[Marcel Labat]

"What? No belief of the supernatural?" Marcel questioned.

[Robin Jarvis]

"This is all very charming." Jarvis pulled himself to full height and stretched his back "But there is a rather unfortunate soul who needs peace. As neither of you really have any experience in this domain maybe you should let me handle it."

He sniffed the air and scurried through the tombs leaving the other two behind while he followed the scent of the damned one.

[Suzie Miyazaki]

Suzie fired a few pot shots at the black rider's back.
"Then why don't you teach us?" Suzie shouted "Where's the ghost, we can help you,"

[Robin Jarvis]

Jarvis cringes as the shots hit the tombs around him.

"First of all, respect the dead." he touched the scorch marks on the stones "You never know when they may be back."

"Follow if you must. But don't get in my way. I well enough alone."

[Marcel Labat]

Marcel looked to Suzie, and then followed Robin, "I don't know about you, but this might prove to be useful in the future."

[Suzie Miyazaki]

Suzie cocked her head to the left, unsure of what he meant.
"What might come in useful?" She asked.

[Robin Jarvis]

Robin ignored them while he walked.

Eventually he came to the edge of the graveyard and hopped the fence taking him directly into the surrounding treeline.

He crouched down and picked up a handful of leaves in his right hand.

"Unlike the other undead just about any soul can become a ghost. From any age, any walk of life, any motivation. Some believe that only the restless will awake. But I have seen quite a few in the last few months and some were far from restless. They are the least dangerous of the living dead."

He clenches his fist and for a second minuscule markings in the black wood on his arm glow red. The leaves evaporate in a flash.

Jarvis quickly sniffs the smoke.

"Young. I would guess 20 years, maybe less. We already know it's a girl. British. Suicide." he stands up and dust his hand off.

Without a word he headed deeper into the woods.

[Marcel Labat]

"Knowing his process." Marcel told Suzie, following Robin, just watching and observing.

[Suzie Miyazaki]

Suzie nodded as well following the two of them.
"So, how do people become ghosts?" Suzie asked.

[Robin Jarvis]

Robin continues into the woods occasionally sniffing and feeling leaves, always in his right hand.

"To tell the truth, I'm not entirely sure. On occasion I've conversed with some, a few have resisted and made me banish them immediately. On occasion some have talked. They - " he stopped when they reached a grove, shadowed by the surrounding trees.

He crouched into an offensive posture and began a low growling.

(I'm ready for a showdown Cross, you want to run this? Or can I take over? Whatever suits you)

[Marcel Labat]

Marcel lifted his bladed lance, looking around.

"What is it? Is something here?" He questioned.

[Suzie Miyazaki]

[You probably should]

Suzie pulled the end of her gun sharply and pointed it into the grove. Her armour started to click and move slightly off her body.
"What is it?" She asked.

[Robin Jarvis]

As if in answer to Cross's question, the dead leaves in the clearing begin to swirl into an almost miniature vortex.

In the middle of them the ghost appears. Like an old black and white TV, flickering on and off. This time you can see her fully. The mascara running down her cheeks makes her eyes look like they exploded to reveal her white pupils staring out at you. Her wedding dress, a pure white, is torn in a hundred place revealing her legs and small patches of her stomach. Both her wrists have been cut letting drops of blood fall rhythmically on the ground, almost in tune with flickering of her image.

"Split up! Multiples targets! We need to distract her, she's gone berserk!" Barghesst scampers to her left and begins zigzagging around the trees along the grove edge.

[Marcel Labat]

Marcel dove to her right, dodging around a tree. He slashed his blade into the back of the spectral creature, only to find that his weapon passed right through her. It might provide a distraction, even if he couldn't hit her. He just hoped, however, that it wouldn't be a problem for Robin later.