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There was nothing of interest in the room. Not unless broken and decrepit furniture was your definition of interesting. Kath turned her attention back to the hallway, just in time to see a ghost come down the hallway. This one looked somewhat different to the other ones that she had seen so far. Stronger. [color=ed1c24][i]Finally, something to punch.[/i][/color] She thought to herself as she readied herself to throw some punches. 

But alas, it was nothing more than a ruse. As the projection of Vittorio floated towards them, it's echoes forming a sad lullaby that reverbearated down the lenght of the hallway. Kath lowered her guard, but stayed focus in case he tried to do anything. She anxiously tapped his shoes against floor until the projection arrived in front of her. It spoke up in a ghastly voice, babbling on about losing his vessel or something. She never truly understood him. But when the projection snapper it's fingers and Charlotte's image appeared behind him, Kath felt a stinging pain embroil her heart.

[color=6ecff6]"You still have a family. Katherine. Why don't you join her? You are both still alive after all. Not all have that luxury."[/color]

The reply was quick, personal and expressive. As long as you consider spitting on the floor expressive. [color=ed1c24]"Get out of my way Vittorio. I've no quarrels with you, but this might change."[/color] She took a painful glance at the image of Charlotte. So spittingly perfect, it aches the heart to look at the image of a dead friend. But heat inside rages on, quelling the feelings beside anger. For once, Kath was thankful that she had lost control. She shook her head and pointed her finger at the projection. [color=ed1c24]"If by family you mean Christine, then I'm sure she's out somewhere with that [i]boyfriend[/i] of hers."[/color] Kath made the word boyfriend sounds as snide as possible. She took a step closer to Vittorio's ghost, gazing straight into his eyes. [color=ed1c24]"I have no time for games. Alto isn't here, and I'm not in the mood for talks. Tell me what you want and the begone."[/color] She glanced over at Charlotte's ghost before pointing her finger at Samoth. [color=ed1c24]"Else, Sammy here will enjoy slicing your ghost to pieces."[/color]