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Unpleasantly greeted by King at the front gates, Ria knew something was going on. While it wasn't unusual for King to occasionally show up looking for her, something was different this time. King had [i]purpose[/i]. If he needed Ria when he had intent? Something bad was going to happen. Or something good. Something extraordinary always happened when King actually waited for Ria outside the gates of St. Laurel's.

King only said one word.

Ghosts.

Ria liked to keep things real. Imps? No problem. Devils? Preferable. Banshees? Easy peazy. She'd even prefer fighting Leraje. She never liked ghosts. Getting slammed by a steel chair from behind does that to a person.

Despite her initial revulsion at the idea of fighting ghosts once more, she folded and agreed to help. Ghosts it was. She just needed to grab her bag of gear from her house. Especially the fire extinguisher. She had a feeling that [i]someone[/i] would set [i]something[/i] on fire.

Ria, with duffel bag in hand, and King met up with the others in the church. King explained the situation. Of course, one thing remained.

[color=D0BEE0]"So,"[/color] Ria said, hints of unwillingness in her voice, [color=D0BEE0]"how exactly do we get these ghosts? Unless you want to throw some salt at them and try to punch them while they're not looking?"[/color]