As Brutus listened, Ria asked the question that was on everyone's minds. That was when King piped up, a look of glee on his face.

[color=yellow]"Glad you asked!"[/color] Their leader then pulled out a silver claymore with a weird ornate bell attached to the pommel. Despite them being inside, the bell swayed as if there were some sort of invisible breeze. [color=yellow]"This is the [i]Bing Bong[/i] sword!"[/color] 

What. Just what. Brutus had to give himself a minute to absorb the [i]absolutely ridiculous[/i] name of the sword. However, King assured them that it could indeed take out a ghost. [color=yellow]"I don't know which one of you can use it best so I'll just give it to... Brutus!"[/color]

Just... double what? As Brutus took the sword, he could definitely feel the power the sword emitted. The whole get-up, while it looked and sounded ridiculous, definitely seemed like there was something... more... to it. Brutus took the sword in his hand, unsure of what to do. He'd never really used a sword in his life. 

[color=007fff][i]'Why couldn't it have been a gun? Or even a dagger? Why a claymore? How am I supposed to tag anything with both of my hands occupied?'[/i][/color] For him, he got the most accurate tags with his hands. Still, at least they had something to fight the ghosts with. Brutus just hoped he could channel his power through it if needed... However, he never got to ask as King left with the missing cat posters. Well, so much for that...

[color=007fff]"Well, I'll meet the rest of you at the site."[/color] Brutus said, strapping the sword to his back before taking off running, using his powers to help him arrive more quickly.

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As Brutus arrived at the location, he glanced at the place. Derelict? Check. Creepy? Check. Seemed like a prime location for ghosts. Brutus sighed, standing in front of the place and waiting for the others. As he waited, he heard a voice loudly cackling from within. Great. Others were here first. Of course they had competition in dealing with the mark. As each person arrived, Brutus warned them of the competition. There was no telling if they were from St. Laurel's or from Mephisto's school (their two biggest sources of competition). However, competition meant competent fighters, which could spell trouble.