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[@Eviledd1984], [@Rune_Alchemist](CHR)

Nephele was troubled by Christine's explanation...she knew little of ghosts, but she did know that a mass murder that in a ritzy building having an anniversary where something happens was always a basic setup for horror novels. At least, some of the ones she had. Her mother had very repetitive tastes in literature. However, it wasn't like they could just run away from this to continue their rosy forbidden play, her friend and contract partner was counting on her. At the mention of her name, Nephele smiled slightly, placing a hand over her own heart. [color=A9A9A9][b]"I understand. I'll be at your side, and we'll face down this ghost together. Christine, if you intend to come along, then stand behind me. And Maria, you stand behind her."[/b][/color] Nephele said, before fanning her other hand out, each of her claws shining slightly in the light. [color=A9A9A9][b]"If you see yellow fog, cover your mouths, by the way. Else you won't be able to do anything except blink and breathe for half an hour."[/b][/color] she added ominously.

Walking to the door and escorting Christine over, Nephele would take point during their investigation, mostly because her Fog Breath was only a hindrance in the back. If need be, she could even paralyze someone should they attack...though she felt it might ruin the play to have the leading actress completely immobile for half of it. The small, vestigial wings on her forearms flared out just a smidge, her hands moving to adjust her tie before proceeding. One needed to be professional when dealing with the dead. If no other urgent matters stopped them, she would step into that hall, hoping for Christine and Maria to follow behind.

...What? Ghosts were scary...Even if she could pretend to be unfazed, if she found herself alone, Nephele doubted she could remain calm. Something to protect, and something to aid her standing behind and close by would put her mind at ease, and make sure that Maria wasn't alone and afraid. Or...Christine getting butchered by an angry ghost for trespassing on murder-grounds. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Christine, tell me, how long as your family lived here?"[/b][/color]