[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLmZhZjAxOS5RWEpoYlEsLC4w/jmh-arkham.regular.png[/img]
________________________________________________________________________[/center]

	Aram hadn't been with the Vigilantes for long. But what he did learn, mostly from other people's advice, was that King was usually right. Hopefully he was right. For the news he gave wasn't the greatest.

	First off, they were broke. Apparently they had spent on their money on...candles. Well, at least it was for a good cause. A church. Aram wasn't religious himself, he believed strictly in the sciences. However, he put credit to the opinion that people could believe in whatever they wanted. Who was he to reject their way of life? Anyways, churches helped people. He respected that.

	He listened from a pew that was more towards the middle of the congregation area, to the left of the entrance.

	One thing that worried him about King's announcement was one word. Ghosts. Technically, if Ghosts were to exist, they would have no mass. But that wasn't scientifically possible..was it? He didn't put much credit in ghosts but...he had seen some weird stuff. Hopefully there would be some scientific explanation. He didn't really like fighting things he couldn't touch..it freaked him out.

	[color=bc8dbf]"So...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] That was Ria. Aram didn't know what to think of Ria, completely. On one hand, she was kinda rude. On the other, she seemed somewhat truthful. But what creeped him out the most was when she looked at him. He felt like he couldn't make a move without her somehow knowing. Something about her gaze..

	[color=fff200]"I-i have some salt!"[/color] he shouted down the aisles, throwing his right arm up into the air, and standing from his seat. [color=fff200]"You can borrow some if you want!"[/color] he exclaimed.