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"Well, I'll be, a real Yankee," Ernest chuckles at Matt. Relieved to hear the spirit wasn't a threat, he has a last look around to be sure they weren't observed, then enthusiastically agrees to follow Alison out of the material realm, grinning widely as his spirit pays the cost to cross.
Alex follows behind alison and the others, shrugging toward libra when the others hint at the spirit. As they begin to cross he also forces his spiritual energy forward, pushing himself to the spirit realm shortly after the others.
Libra looks to Alex a little strangely about that shrugg. He didn´t understand it.
The young Elodoth trusted Alison and stepped to the Hisil. In fact, he became grateful for fulfilling his need to walk both sides of the world.
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"Only a Yankee in the whole Blue, Grey sense. No way I am cheering for a bitch like A ROD, Red Sox all the way." Matt followed Ernest and Alison to the Hisil, letting the Spiritual half of his being flash and suddenly the world in front of him seemed ripple like the Ocean on a summer afternoon and the Elodoth moved his right index finger forward to touch it. He then put his whole hand into Ocean and finally stepped into with his entire body. This part always reminded him of that movie Stargate.
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Willing forth some of the spiritual essence contained within their bodies the wolves are able to bring that half of themselves to the fore, using the locus to bridge the gap between to worlds and ephemeralize in the Shadow. The death spirit has that bleary sort of surprised sort of worried look as he sits up on the bench, eyes darting nervously between all the unfamiliar faces before settling on Alison. <<Huh? Who are these guys?>>
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Damn this thing sure is skittish...
Alison looked to the death spirit and spoke. <<"Well, if everything works out they will compose the new Heart of Granite Pack. What of you spirit? Has anything of note happened here in the park since the dead but not dead ones have been stopped?">>
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<<"Hi,">> Ernest waves expansively at the weak, anxious Death spirit, trying to set him at ease. <<"It's nice to meet you.">> It was odd, Ernest thought, he'd have expected such a spirit to be stronger. I mean, there's lots of death. Right? The Cahalith had a lot to learn. It was a wonderful feeling. He was especially interested to learn about zombies. It seemed like every day, Ernest's understanding of the world grew.
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Matt stared for a second at the spirit of death, listening as it asked Alison who Matt and the rest of the potential HOG were. From the way it's eyes darted around and the how it's posture changed from when he saw it before crossing over to how it was acting now, Matt thought that it might really be afraid of the group of Werewolves and the irony, well okay not really irony but close, of a death spirit feeling fear almost made the Elodoth smile. Still it was part of the Half Moon's role to be diplomatic with spirits and while Alison was handling the contact he should at least make some effort to make the spirit understand they were not a threat unless it decided to do something stupid.
<<We're cool>>
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<<Umm, hi, nice to meet you too?>> An awkward pause, before it's attention turns back to Alison. Perhaps because she was the one it had actually met before. Or, perhaps, because the proto-pack's hierarchy wasn't too difficult to figure out. <<Umm...no, no other strange things going on.>>
Of course, strange always was a relative turn within the warped reflection that was the Hisil.
Scott spent an essence to shift places by the bench. He just sneers at the spirit, baring his teeth.
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