So it turned out to be true that there was more than one person snatching dead people from the world they knew and loved, only it would seem that this one was merely an underling of ghosty anyway. Did she potentially have hordes of minions gathering up unsuspecting mules for her? There were too many unknowns to speculate on, but it was good to learn something more. He also learned the name of the man he was talking to. It seemed he was a bit distant, given he wanted to be referred to as "Mr. Bertran". He also made a point of calling him "Mr. Mike Keahi". So near, yet so far from what he wanted. It was like he was doomed to walk this new world being addressed with a degree of cold formality. Otherwise, it seemed the guy wanted to get down to brass tacks and talk about what they knew. Michael nodded as he brought up the semblances. In spite of how unique they all appeared to be, it seemed that ghost girl was handing them out like candy to whomever she roped into her scheme. Was she pulling them out of her ass?

A few of the others took the opportunity to explain more of how they all got here. Upon mention of the events of his own death, Michael looked down at knifey with a sneer. [color=fdc68a]"Yeah, you remember that, asshole? Are you touching yourself to that little memory in that wrap of yours?"[/color] He said to him, though not so loud as to interrupt anybody speaking. It could be gathered Michael was definitely not over having been stabbed unceremoniously. But he was ultimately more interested in following the conversation on the questions surrounding their "mission". It was all too true that they knew nothing of this "Magician" or the real reason they were here to meet him. The inclusion of Tabitha's little discovery only made things more suspicious. On top of everything, the boy was holding information on the Magician to ransom. If this were back in Lightbridge, Officer Keahi would have told the boy there was no way he was coming along on a potentially dangerous assignment. But this wasn't Lightbridge, and whatever was wrong with this hamlet, it hardly seemed safer to remain here than to wander off to god knows what. Not to mention he just declared he was going to go blunder off to the Magician whether they let him in their group or not, so keeping him safe at this point seemed like an impossible task short of leaving someone to keep him in his house or something.

The decision already seemed to have been made by Ascot, though it seemed that decision may have been made based on his hyperactive hormones. Michael did not remember being half as horny as Ascot around that age. With a slight chuckle, Michael let loose an energy rope to grab hold of Oedipus' cocoon. Wherever they were going, there was no way he was leaving him to get loose and add to their troubles. If the Magician turned out to be a huge ass, they could always leave the psycho as a distraction while they got out of there. In any case, Michael was aiming to listen carefully to Ellard's elaboration as they made tracks.

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