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So, how do we plan on getting everyone roped into the Spirit Detective business? Does Yusuke go knocking on their doors and say, "I'm putting together a little team?" Haha.
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I've honestly never seen the term Yokai in Yu Yu Hakusho


They actually use the term to refer to all the demons in the Japanese dub. Hiei, Kurama, Rando, Suzaku, and the like are all called Yokai at some point.

Also, glad you like my theme song! Okami is one of my all-time favorite games.
Alright, fixed it up for you. Hopefully it's good enough:

Lance lost count of how many times his head was chopped off. He wasn't sure if he was in heaven or hell, or perhaps some kind of bizarre purgatory, but seeing his life over and over again he began to wish for the silent bliss of oblivion. How many times did he have to watch his wife die? How many times did he have to lose to those corrupt noblemen? All he could do was wonder what it all amounted to. He never saw the peasant revolt. He never saw the sweeping reforms. He never saw his name in history books generations later. All he saw was a jeering crowd, then the sky, and then it started all over again...

Lance gasped and bolted upright, looking around with a bewildered expression. He didn't know this place. He let that sink in for a moment. He didn't know this place. It was over. The eternal life, death, and rebirth was finally over. He felt his neck. No scar. He stood up. Somehow, even that was easier than he remembered. His tired, aching back seemed new and full of life once again. He rolled his shoulders. No sharp pain from that knife he took to the nerve. It seemed that wherever he was, the gods had seen fit to fix of the dings and dents that middle-age had done to his body. He went to reach for a cigarette... perhaps the gods weren't so kind after all.

As Lance got his bearings, he leaned against one of the crumbling buildings, blending in with the shadows by instinct. For a moment, he just listened. Names... places he'd never heard of. How can a place both be one's homeland and the subject of a play? None of this was making sense. Come on, Lance, he thought. You've made sense of crazier shit than this. If a place was ancient history to one person, but the home of another, then that meant they were from different times. He glanced at the potpourri of comrades trying to figure out the same things he was. It would explain why they were such a mismatched bunch. A group of people from a variety of different times and cultures.

Lance emerged from the shadows and approached the group. "What, indeed, are we supposed to do about this mess?" The snow crunched beneath his feet and he shifted uncomfortably. He had seen snow only a couple times in his life. Usually, in Grimwater, it just rained. "That's a big question. One I don't think we should tackle just yet, especially since we don't even know what this mess is." He took out his arcane magnifier and began scanning some of the buildings. "Was this natural? Was it arson? And if so... What in the hell?" In all his years as a detective, Lance had never seen a magic residue like this. How could something burn and freeze? "Well... that's different..."
Here's what I've got:

Aww man. Looks like it's full. If any spots open up please let me know. I'd also be happy playing a "side" character rather than a main spirit detective. Someone not too strong, but there for support.
Bump.
Gonna give this one more bump. We need more than two players for this to work, so hopefully we'll get some more applications soon.
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It'll be like a fairytale.
Boy meet girl, girl tries to steal EVERYTHING, boy tries to stop her, they become the best of friends and live happily ever after.


*Smooth saxophone and ambient rain plays in the background.*

I knew she was a troubled girl. I could smell the type a mile away. She'll sweet talk ya one moment, then walk away with your wallet the next. Some might call her a master, a prodigy, a virtuoso. But in my line of work we only call her one thing: a criminal. Thieves like her belong behind bars. At least, that's what I thought until she stole the one thing I thought was safe from her: my heart...
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