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 Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 6:44 pm
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 10:35 pm
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It was as good as it was going to get he figured. Ghost hunting and portal hunting with a young lady who seemed to not care about causing property damage. To living or dead. Questionable moral guidelines but a willingness to overlook them for the sake of finding answers. Or in this case doorways which was close enough.
Marcus was still unsure about the nicknames. Right out of a southern story from daytime TV.
"I speak." He hummed. A shake of his head. No use trying to explain it. He knew he was off, even to most people.
"Well, I don't use terms of endearment, though if I started to call you buttercup I don't think you would take too kindly to such. Seems it would be both tad creepy for obvious reasons, and dismissive of you as well." He gave an experimental wobble to a headstone. Sturdy, stable, not going to fall over. He would try not to break, move a bit but not much. He would have standards about this whole... grave tampering business.
"I do my best to stay on people's good sides. Though the irony that I'm tampering with graves is not lost on me."
At that, he gave a shake to another headstone, a fairly large chunk of it cracking off in his hand.
"Hrm well, that wasn't supposed to happen. And yes, If I see a ghost I will yell for you. Or scream loudly. One of the two. However if the scream is with startled Arabic I would suggest you run because at that point I would rightly be terrified. Or it would be police. One of the two." Both equally bad. Mercer might be chief now, but favors from a friend didn't include getting off on trespassing and vandalism charges.
[wc:298]
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iStoleYurVamps
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 4:32 pm
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Marcus opened his mouth to tease the woman but closed it just as quickly. Being rude and thinking yourself witty for it earned no man any credit ever. Beside, American had been quite fine as far as company went and she did nothing worth sassing over. Well, that and with the ability to find doors, that was something Marcus held a good amount of respect for considering she could maybe give him a heads up in the event something was up and he just wasn't able to see it. Other Ashdown residents were not always kind of friendly.
"I honestly don't know what I would call you. Most nicknames I know have that ah, southern iconic feel to them and I am from anything but the south." His accent was northern if he had an accent at all.
"Miss. If anything I'd call you Miss America. Which sounds like a joke but rather I just call most young ladies 'miss'." He let out a hum, trying to set the chunk of grave he'd broken off back into place and failing. Giving up after a few tries, he let it be. No use crying over a broken headstone.
There was however a use for yelling out '********' followed by a litany of Arabic as Marcus stumbled back, a young man in what looked like modern era clothing standing not too far from America. However, he was noticeably transparent. He was also noticeably leaning against one small pile of rocks that would have otherwise gone unnoticed.
"Well, not to sound rude, but I am quite sure ghosts might have a few words for that kind of attitude. And well-" A finger pointed at their new graveyard companion.
"I don't supposed you know this gentleman?"
total: wc: 2901
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iStoleYurVamps
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