Ramona glanced around before stepping towards the door.
"maybe your right..."
Malcolm is able to spy a handful of canvas on the table he can grab to wrap up the amulet. Along side it he notices an interesting photo on work station. What what he presumes to be the man that lived here and woman? It was'nt katie, perhaps a wife or ex wife. On it is a note that says "call to remind about show"
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Morgan rips off the cover of the tuperware before shredding the bags, spilling the salt, garlic, sage, and pepper all into the container as she backs up to be beside Ramona. She can't see the ghost though. She'll try throwing the contents at the ghost the next time she sees. If that fails, she got nothing.
Morgan activates Favored Fate, again, upon herself to give +4 to her next roll. Morgan will throw the powder at the ghost the next time she sees it. I am unsure what to roll for throwing powder.
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Daniel wasn't used to this. Sure there had been those that had raged against their fate in the Lady' cemetery but none had been been able to to manifest with poltergeist activity. Through his contracts he knew he could make the ghost mortal again. Well, as close to mortal as a spirit could be. However, that was a time intensive ritual. Daniel looked around him. He hated to leave this tortured soul in pain but there were three people here. Living, breathing people that had lives to live. He couldn't risk them.
He looked back up to the ceiling. These things took time. This would have to be the first step.
Daniel drew a ragged breath as he steadied his voice. He had to abandon the spirit to save others from pain, even for a short time. Prepare your goodbyes. He had never thought about that axiom in this way.
"Artist; Painter. I'm sorry," Daniel's voice caught "I want to help, but we can't assist you with you like this. We just wanted to talk. We'll won't take anything. Be calm."
We leave in peace
Daniel looked around the room at the other souls with him. He was doing this for them. "We'll come back later," he said with certainty and turned to leave the room.
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Its been a while... BUMP?
Green paused as Daniel Leto spoke, and then he cut his search short with a grunt. He wasn't sure about the rest of the little party but he was willing to bet that the newly found Winter Courtier knew what he was about. Carefully, and with hands raised, he started to back out of the room.
"Uh. Yeah. Okay. Maybe we should just call this one quits - for now, like? Seems a bit more complicated..."
And maybe we should just leave well alone, he added mentally. He'd read ghost stories of course; he had even picked up some of the basic lore in his recent research of things weird and wonderful. He'd even investigated a possible haunted house once before (the memories were less than pleasant).
The mountain did not want to piss of a real spectre. Who knew what it might do.
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Backing out of the doorway, the changelings keep moving until they eventually find themselves outside once more. Considering that sometimes it is best to run away in order to fight another day, they have probably made the right decision. The wind might seem to hold some silent menace as they make their separate ways home. Each might be haunted by doubts and second guesses about what they could have done differently to quiet the restless spirit.
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