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[sub][@Sho Minazuki][@Lonewolf685][@Scathach][/sub][/center]
Wraiths?

Otis cared not for the story, only that this ‘Ms Maggey’ was invested in it for some reason. But the motivations of old ladies did not pull at his obsessive desire for knowledge, and runners who asked too many questions about their clients didn’t get jobs for too much longer. After all, what should one focus on? The person offering the coin, or the monster that needed to be slain? It was good too, that he had already made preparations towards anti-spirit warfare. His studies in Kyoto would serve him well on this ghost-hunting mission.

Unless, of course, it turned out that yokai were, for some reason, totally separate from ghosts.

Without hesitation, the Strigidae tore the quest off the board, folding it into his pouch. Before he could proceed, however, another individual called out to him. A hunter. A [i]spellslinger[/i]. Copycat gunmen who didn’t have any real reason for creating the facsimile of a real firearm. A tinge of disdain and pride shook through Otis; he suppressed it. There was always learning to be done by other hunters. And there was always an opportunity too, to compare notes between fellow disciples of the blasting rod.

[color=f7941d][b]“Yes. Wanna learn?”[/b][/color]

Whether yes or no, there were consequences involved in answering such a loaded question by the boy genius.