[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/7db6da2e-4847-4172-98a8-5a13418b4835.png[/img][/center][center][hr][h3][b][color=Teal]Miranda Sinclair[/color][/b][/h3][/center][hr]

She'd arrived in the Maelstrom of Strife without any fanfare, yet with her first step through the threshold of Chaser HQ, the city's Nom De Guerre could not have been more fitting. Ghosts were all over the place and the Chasers themselves weren't any less haphazard in their placement or actions, one even being so savage as to drag in a severed head and drop it on the same counter Miranda figured would be serving food if not for the unwelcome company.  

[color=teal]"Despicable."[/color] The woman muttered lowly, derision clear were anyone close enough to the door to hear over the ghostly wailing. Gore was part in parcel when it came to releasing Null from the Book of Companions, but at least she knew Null was a malevolent, but intelligent, predator. It was of the nature to kill what it considered prey and it certainly enjoyed its purpose in life. That it restrained itself enough to let Miranda apprehend the Youkai most of the time was a sign it knew just how far it could push but still keep their partnership intact, a calculated move and not an act of mercy. This was just its nature and Miranda abided every Youkai to act within the realms of their nature without holding it against them. Succubi fornicate, Orcs respond with violence- As the display before her only seemed to support-, and the undead tended to haunt the living. Human nature was far more diversified, and with a long recorded history of overcoming their base nature.

Seeing the severed head so crassly displayed for the pittance of a bounty almost had Miranda open her book to a page with Null or Bevin ready to be summoned, and it was only the plight of the damned that forced her hand to turn to a blank page.

[color=teal]"Excuse me. Ms. Orc? Bartender? If you don't mind I'd like to take these ghosts off your hands. It should only take a minute or two to seal them all away since someone seems to have bound them, so if we could avoid attacking them any further, it would make this all a lot faster."[/color]

With the book open wide in one hand, she approached the nearest specter still petrified by the ominous floating eye and heartily slapped it in the center mass. A noise like decompression on a plane preceded the ghost being sucked onto the page and branded there in black ink. From there it was free of the eye's petrification, but it was too late for it now.