[center][color=FF5349][u][h3]Kendra[/h3][/u][/color][/center]

Kendra nodded to Aliss, before turning back to Trinity. [color=FF5349]"Sure,"[/color] she said. [color=FF5349]"Sounds good to me. I'll go get my stuff."[/color] She turned away, and was in the process of gathering up her coat and bag when a certain specter materialized from nowhere and gave her gentle yet surprising boop on the nose. They jumped slightly, before turning her gaze on Grace. [color=FF5349]"One of these days,"[/color] they said, shaking their head slightly as they took a deep breath to recover from the shock. [color=FF5349]"One of these days, you are going to give me, or someone else, a heart attack."[/color] Grace's words didn't help her stress either, as she recalled her earlier vision about Abberline Winchester. [color=FF5349]"Oh boy. First a kleptomaniac fae, now a psychotic hunter,"[/color] she responded in a flat voice contrary to words. She glanced back down at the magic eight-ball still clutched in her hand. [color=FF5349]"Magic eight-ball, could my evening get anymore exhilarating?"[/color] She gave the object another little shake.

The object responded yet again with a non-committal answer: [b]"Cannot predict now."[/b]

Kendra grimaced. [color=FF5349]"You know, I never understood the appeal of these things,"[/color] they said to Grace as they held the eight ball up for the ghost to see. [color=FF5349]"I mean, granted, I don't see the appeal of [i]most[/i] of these hokey divination tools, but this one in particular seems pretty unhelpful."[/color]