[u][h2][center][color=CFD3C6]Rurik Alexeev[/color][/center][/h2][/u]

Rurik raised an eyebrow as Christine looked under a bed. He sighed and pulled out a small notepad from his pocket, flipping it open to the fifteenth page, [color=CFD3C6]"And today's bet was... patterned. Dammit,"[/color] he muttered to himself and put it away. After a few months of this ridiculousness, he'd felt compelled to make a game out of it.

[color=CFD3C6]"You know,"[/color] he said more clearly to Christine, [color=CFD3C6]"Technically we're looking for people, not ghosts..."[/color] It wasn't so much that he wanted to find these students, that would just lead to drama, but that he [i]didn't[/i] want Christine rustling up any more spirits. For all he knew the next one wouldn't be so... chill.

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[@Hammerman] (definitely didn't forget the first time, nope, not at all...)