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 *The shade ponders for a moment, trying to understand exactly what the hell she’s gibbering about* …uhh… oh, ah. Yes. I gave myself away too quickly. Yes… hm… *Marcello’s features define from the dark, though still transparent, trying his best to put on a nicer face* Oh now, no reason to be so grumpy. Are you still mad about your friend and that little misunderstanding? Pfft, I was the one who was brutally murdered for it. Completely unfair.

*Torn between feeling guilty over being partially responsible for his permanent death and not feeling bad at all for myriad reasons, Miriam is struck with a sudden realisation. *

Wait. Why you wen stay dead? Why you nat jus’ wen respawn back at 2fort?

 *It takes him a moment to grasp the meaning of that vocal chickenscratch, maintaining the friendly-ish smirk* …oh, well, I did respawn, but I ended up reappearing here because of the damage to my chip when I was travelling through all the godforsaken snow to get here in the first place. I actually was pretty frostbitten, I admit. But, you see, after that brutal murder that you and your associate gave me, I went into a teensy depression and gorged myself on ice cream for many days. When I decided to start working on repairing my chip, I just so happened to… well… die. So… without the chip in my body… *He runs his fingers through his ghostly hair* Yeeesss… So, I’m sort of trapped in limbo here. *He grins* Though, honestly, it’s not too bad being dead. *He recalls the momentary expression of guilt(and something else) on her face from before* But don’t feel bad about indirectly leading to an indirect suicide, leatherface. My earlier actions may have been a little… perhaps… mean-spirited.

*She tries not to let it show, but she is rather relieved that his death was more from his own carelessness and not the fault of Hotaru and herself. She sighs and ignores what he attempts to imply; for someone who’s attempting to be contrite, he does a poor job of it. At a loss for anything else to say, Miriam choses to play his game against him.*

… You ste talk a lot, you know dat?

 *The shade frowns at the seemingly callous disregard for his most humble words.* I felt the need to fully explain everything, so you didn’t risk getting confused. You know, being courteous and all that. *He slithers through the air a bit, lounging a few feet above the ground.* Anyway. So, I couldn’t help but notice that you got murdered recently. I was watching you drift about in limbo for awhile; you slept rather soundly.

It looked like shit going into other shit - in focus.
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*Hey, where’s Jenny?

Heeeeere Jenny Jenny Je- oh, behind a crate. Figures. And didn’t seem like she had any plans to get out of that spot, either, letting only her fingers on top of the box and her helmet be seen* … Okay.

How… How did you die, anyway? *still gripping her shovel firmly*

 *The ghost floats over the crate, unsure of what was more surprising: That she managed to bolt behind it so quickly or the fact that there wasn’t a yellow trail leading to it.* Eh-heh, erm… well, you see… *He ponders on letting her in on such an incredibly stupid death* …it was so horrifying, I don’t think your mind could handle the sheer terror that the story would induce, so I’ll spare you it. But, it was pretty uh… it was something, yes. *He lounges in the air above her, frowning a bit.* Erm… I’m not going to hurt you… maybe.

Jenny looked up at him, first startled - then raised a brow at his words. She might be naive, but definetely not stupid. … Okay, that too. Point is, she could smell a vague scent of lies wrapping his apparent warning.

Maybe? Oh, that was incredibly convincing too. So convincing, she won’t let go of her shovel AT ALL. “Mneh, ooookay.” Was her answer as she slowly stood up again. “Long as you don’t try anything funny with my weapons, we’ll be even. NO OFFENSE.” She was quick to add.

And speaking of scents, the mercenary sniffed loudly.

“… Is that cologne?”

 *Marcello’s arms droop at the soldier’s wise refusal of ghost enhanced weaponry.* I see… well, that’s disappointing, but I’m sure, in time, you’ll come to regret that EVER DEN- *He bites his lip, quickly returning to normal. He wasn’t entirely certain WHY that kept happening, but he certainly didn’t want to risk spooking her any further. She was practically on the verge of yelling ZOINKS any second as is.* …nnghh… er… anyway, yes, hah, zat would be my magnificent rose cologne. I was quite happy to find that it stayed with me even in death, like a lover’s sweet kiss. *He grins, nay, smolders, at her as he speaks, hovering so close that the scent is quite strong.* Care for a better wiff of de divine fragrance, friend?

Startled, the Soldier shook violently in response to Marcello’s already third attempt to stain her pants, falling on her butt. And the SHE needed to ‘calm her tits’! That darn Spy should be thankful he couldn’t get killed anymore or else, she’d transform him into spanish cheese at that rate. Noticing she was giving him a death stare for too long to be safe, she shook her head while pinching her eyes shut for a second. “Uhhh…” She backed off a bit, wrinkling her nose. “No thanks. It… Already smells nicely from there.” Maybe nicely was too strong of a word, but anything to get on his good side.

“WELL!” Jenny suddenly stood up to salute. “It’s… Been an honor, but I have duty to take care of. Yep.” Funny how she didn’t exactly remember what was she supossed to do, yet dashed off like a gazelle at the sight of a cheetah - only not as graceful.

 *The shade pulls back, an eyebrow raised at the sudden murderous glance. He could tell that she wasn’t entirely enjoying his sinfully delightful perfu- COLOGNE! Cologne. It’s cologne. FFFFFffuck.* Oh. Well, I’m glad that you… like it. *He gives an awkward chuckle, following her for a few moments as she runs away like a bat out of hell.* Oh, well, uhh… uhm… I guess I will see you… uh… *Droop* …later…

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*Jenny’s feet were BEGGING their owner to snap out of that nightmare fuel effect and run like there’s no tomorrow; she hugged her shovel instead, seeming like she was going to cry a river when those fingers crawled over her helmet. All she was able to do besides shaking was squealing in terror, closing her eyes and wishing for the… Best… For…

… Marcello’s voice was back to normal.

The Soldier’s eyes opened. While he was talking, she looked around frenetically until her sight darted back to him* … Ehh.

UHM! *she rubbed her other arm* Er, yeah, whatever. No, hold on, you’re a RED Spy - How do I know you’re not trying to FOOL me?

Not saying you are. Just being careful, is all. Promise. Please don’t eat me.

 *He chuckles as he looks her over, rather pleased at how shaken she had become. Somehow her fear of him possibly trying to trick her amused him.* Hahah, if I was going to fool you, I would’ve just kept stalking you while invisible. I’m a ghost now, friend, I don’t have to worry about accidentally bumping into anyone or spychecking. Besides, I wouldn’t have bothered trying to trick you; I could have just slit your belly like a pig and wore your intestines as a scarf while MY FANGED TEETH TORE YOUR VERY SOUL ASUND- *His body gradually contorts back to that nightmarish figure as he speaks, abruptly stopping after realizing what he was doing and saying.* Er… uh… sorry about dat, eh-heh, not really sure where that came from… *Marcello shakes his head, still getting used to these ghastly impulses; he thinks he should practice some later.*

*Hey, where’s Jenny?

Heeeeere Jenny Jenny Je- oh, behind a crate. Figures. And didn’t seem like she had any plans to get out of that spot, either, letting only her fingers on top of the box and her helmet be seen* … Okay.

How… How did you die, anyway? *still gripping her shovel firmly*

 *The ghost floats over the crate, unsure of what was more surprising: That she managed to bolt behind it so quickly or the fact that there wasn’t a yellow trail leading to it.* Eh-heh, erm… well, you see… *He ponders on letting her in on such an incredibly stupid death* …it was so horrifying, I don’t think your mind could handle the sheer terror that the story would induce, so I’ll spare you it. But, it was pretty uh… it was something, yes. *He lounges in the air above her, frowning a bit.* Erm… I’m not going to hurt you… maybe.

Jenny looked up at him, first startled - then raised a brow at his words. She might be naive, but definetely not stupid. … Okay, that too. Point is, she could smell a vague scent of lies wrapping his apparent warning.

Maybe? Oh, that was incredibly convincing too. So convincing, she won’t let go of her shovel AT ALL. “Mneh, ooookay.” Was her answer as she slowly stood up again. “Long as you don’t try anything funny with my weapons, we’ll be even. NO OFFENSE.” She was quick to add.

And speaking of scents, the mercenary sniffed loudly.

“… Is that cologne?”

 *Marcello’s arms droop at the soldier’s wise refusal of ghost enhanced weaponry.* I see… well, that’s disappointing, but I’m sure, in time, you’ll come to regret that EVER DEN- *He bites his lip, quickly returning to normal. He wasn’t entirely certain WHY that kept happening, but he certainly didn’t want to risk spooking her any further. She was practically on the verge of yelling ZOINKS any second as is.* …nnghh… er… anyway, yes, hah, zat would be my magnificent rose cologne. I was quite happy to find that it stayed with me even in death, like a lover’s sweet kiss. *He grins, nay, smolders, at her as he speaks, hovering so close that the scent is quite strong.* Care for a better wiff of de divine fragrance, friend?

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*raises a brow, then salutes* A relative pleasure to meet you, sir. Looking forward to test your skills on battle.

 *Marcello floats an inch off the ground, grinning widely* Oh ho ho, I look forward to… wait… *Grin fades* …uh… *Swipes at the soldier’s face, his hands passing through without the slightest effect, aside from a slight chill* …dat… might be a problem…

*Aaaah, good to see he’s so confid- wait. He’s floating?*

… Wha—
*her eyes widen at his hand passing through her head, feeling her body shaking a bit at the same time. Seconds later, she still looks like a deer in highlights*



WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

 … *He stares at the shocked soldier, not quite understanding the expression until she explodes in confusion, causing his form to briefly disrupt.* My god, calm your tits, woman! What are you losing your- *He glances at his feet, lowering to the ground.* Ah, damn, didn’t realize I was floating dere. Hahah… yes, I might not be compleeetely alive at the moment.

*completely alive? Floating? If she didn’t know any better, it’d look like one of the tricks from that pesky magician ex-roommate of hers. She rubbed a hand against her face; might as well act like someone who lives with an actual woman of sorcery, dammit* Yeah uh, alright, hm.

Dead or not, I CAN and will find a way to get rid of you if you become too annoying, cupcake. Just so you know.

 *The spyrit(get it?) doesn’t take well to that threat, especially considering that it’s not like he can respawn or anything anymore. He decides to put an end to that line of thinking.* You’ll find a way to get rid of me? *His eyes begin to glow a fierce red as he leans in, a wicked, fanged grin showing.* Just what do you think you’re going to do, my dear? Rocketjump me to death? Hit me with a riding crop? Scream for help? *His voice deepens, echoing against the walls of the base, the spy’s form growing taller and more nightmarish by the second*

*her eyes widen again. Jenny decides to pull out her shovel for emphasis, yet ends up tightening its grip and leaning back as his face approached. She could swear she was going to lay an egg any second now* … guh

*as the Soldier looked up to what could only be explained as a product of witchcraft, she slowly raised a hand to give a weak salute.* … No, sir. I’m sorry, sir. *now where’s that characteristic firm, loud voice?*

 *The blood red shade’s body encroaches around Jenny, his booming voice seeming to make the very walls cower with fear as his clawed, black fingers curl over her helmet, scratching the surface.* You’re sorry? Is that so…? *The effect comes to an unceremonious stop, leaving him patting his vest and smirking.* Good, glad we got that cleared up. Come to think of it, I don’t think we’d actually get to fight or anything anyway! After all, the ghosts at Manor don’t take sides, so I don’t think I’m allowed to. Definitely wouldn’t want to risk crossing the boss, am I right, friend? No reason we couldn’t be civil to each other. Perhaps I could even help you out sometime? Possess that… *Looks at the shovel, cringing* …er, rocket launcher of your’s? I miss murdering people.

*Jenny’s feet were BEGGING their owner to snap out of that nightmare fuel effect and run like there’s no tomorrow; she hugged her shovel instead, seeming like she was going to cry a river when those fingers crawled over her helmet. All she was able to do besides shaking was squealing in terror, closing her eyes and wishing for the… Best… For…

… Marcello’s voice was back to normal.

The Soldier’s eyes opened. While he was talking, she looked around frenetically until her sight darted back to him* … Ehh.

UHM! *she rubbed her other arm* Er, yeah, whatever. No, hold on, you’re a RED Spy - How do I know you’re not trying to FOOL me?

Not saying you are. Just being careful, is all. Promise. Please don’t eat me.

 *He chuckles as he looks her over, rather pleased at how shaken she had become. Somehow her fear of him possibly trying to trick her amused him.* Hahah, if I was going to fool you, I would’ve just kept stalking you while invisible. I’m a ghost now, friend, I don’t have to worry about accidentally bumping into anyone or spychecking. Besides, I wouldn’t have bothered trying to trick you; I could have just slit your belly like a pig and wore your intestines as a scarf while MY FANGED TEETH TORE YOUR VERY SOUL ASUND- *His body gradually contorts back to that nightmarish figure as he speaks, abruptly stopping after realizing what he was doing and saying.* Er… uh… sorry about dat, eh-heh, not really sure where that came from… *Marcello shakes his head, still getting used to these ghastly impulses; he thinks he should practice some later.*

*Hey, where’s Jenny?

Heeeeere Jenny Jenny Je- oh, behind a crate. Figures. And didn’t seem like she had any plans to get out of that spot, either, letting only her fingers on top of the box and her helmet be seen* … Okay.

How… How did you die, anyway? *still gripping her shovel firmly*

 *The ghost floats over the crate, unsure of what was more surprising: That she managed to bolt behind it so quickly or the fact that there wasn’t a yellow trail leading to it.* Eh-heh, erm… well, you see… *He ponders on letting her in on such an incredibly stupid death* …it was so horrifying, I don’t think your mind could handle the sheer terror that the story would induce, so I’ll spare you it. But, it was pretty uh… it was something, yes. *He lounges in the air above her, frowning a bit.* Erm… I’m not going to hurt you… maybe.

     After that little run-in with Jenny, Marcello decides he needs to practice his abilities, so he finds the nearest town and begins to terrorize the living shit out of its citizens. He possesses both people and objects, indiscriminatingly being the douchiest ghost ever to ghost.

Needless to say, he had fun and he loves being dead.

…heeeelloooo… bootface…

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*A faint shadow clings to the ceiling above Miriam, a wide grin being the only distinguishable feature on it’s face as it whispers down to her.* …heeeelloooo… bootface…
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*The shadow drifts down, toes touching the ground without a single sound, the grin fading rather quickly* …I don’t understand, you wear the most unfazed expression. I thought hanging about on de ceiling would be quite ‘creepy’.

*wishes she would have asked Hotaru for some of that holy water, then sighs in a long-suffering manner*

You wen give yourself away too fast. Nat cin get scared a sometin what I know.

An’ nat like.

Go away.

 *The shade ponders for a moment, trying to understand exactly what the hell she’s gibbering about* …uhh… oh, ah. Yes. I gave myself away too quickly. Yes… hm… *Marcello’s features define from the dark, though still transparent, trying his best to put on a nicer face* Oh now, no reason to be so grumpy. Are you still mad about your friend and that little misunderstanding? Pfft, I was the one who was brutally murdered for it. Completely unfair.

*Torn between feeling guilty over being partially responsible for his permanent death and not feeling bad at all for myriad reasons, Miriam is struck with a sudden realisation. *

Wait. Why you wen stay dead? Why you nat jus’ wen respawn back at 2fort?

 *It takes him a moment to grasp the meaning of that vocal chickenscratch, maintaining the friendly-ish smirk* …oh, well, I did respawn, but I ended up reappearing here because of the damage to my chip when I was travelling through all the godforsaken snow to get here in the first place. I actually was pretty frostbitten, I admit. But, you see, after that brutal murder that you and your associate gave me, I went into a teensy depression and gorged myself on ice cream for many days. When I decided to start working on repairing my chip, I just so happened to… well… die. So… without the chip in my body… *He runs his fingers through his ghostly hair* Yeeesss… So, I’m sort of trapped in limbo here. *He grins* Though, honestly, it’s not too bad being dead. *He recalls the momentary expression of guilt(and something else) on her face from before* But don’t feel bad about indirectly leading to an indirect suicide, leatherface. My earlier actions may have been a little… perhaps… mean-spirited.

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*raises a brow, then salutes* A relative pleasure to meet you, sir. Looking forward to test your skills on battle.

 *Marcello floats an inch off the ground, grinning widely* Oh ho ho, I look forward to… wait… *Grin fades* …uh… *Swipes at the soldier’s face, his hands passing through without the slightest effect, aside from a slight chill* …dat… might be a problem…

*Aaaah, good to see he’s so confid- wait. He’s floating?*

… Wha—
*her eyes widen at his hand passing through her head, feeling her body shaking a bit at the same time. Seconds later, she still looks like a deer in highlights*



WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

 … *He stares at the shocked soldier, not quite understanding the expression until she explodes in confusion, causing his form to briefly disrupt.* My god, calm your tits, woman! What are you losing your- *He glances at his feet, lowering to the ground.* Ah, damn, didn’t realize I was floating dere. Hahah… yes, I might not be compleeetely alive at the moment.

*completely alive? Floating? If she didn’t know any better, it’d look like one of the tricks from that pesky magician ex-roommate of hers. She rubbed a hand against her face; might as well act like someone who lives with an actual woman of sorcery, dammit* Yeah uh, alright, hm.

Dead or not, I CAN and will find a way to get rid of you if you become too annoying, cupcake. Just so you know.

 *The spyrit(get it?) doesn’t take well to that threat, especially considering that it’s not like he can respawn or anything anymore. He decides to put an end to that line of thinking.* You’ll find a way to get rid of me? *His eyes begin to glow a fierce red as he leans in, a wicked, fanged grin showing.* Just what do you think you’re going to do, my dear? Rocketjump me to death? Hit me with a riding crop? Scream for help? *His voice deepens, echoing against the walls of the base, the spy’s form growing taller and more nightmarish by the second*

*her eyes widen again. Jenny decides to pull out her shovel for emphasis, yet ends up tightening its grip and leaning back as his face approached. She could swear she was going to lay an egg any second now* … guh

*as the Soldier looked up to what could only be explained as a product of witchcraft, she slowly raised a hand to give a weak salute.* … No, sir. I’m sorry, sir. *now where’s that characteristic firm, loud voice?*

 *The blood red shade’s body encroaches around Jenny, his booming voice seeming to make the very walls cower with fear as his clawed, black fingers curl over her helmet, scratching the surface.* You’re sorry? Is that so…? *The effect comes to an unceremonious stop, leaving him patting his vest and smirking.* Good, glad we got that cleared up. Come to think of it, I don’t think we’d actually get to fight or anything anyway! After all, the ghosts at Manor don’t take sides, so I don’t think I’m allowed to. Definitely wouldn’t want to risk crossing the boss, am I right, friend? No reason we couldn’t be civil to each other. Perhaps I could even help you out sometime? Possess that… *Looks at the shovel, cringing* …er, rocket launcher of your’s? I miss murdering people.

*Jenny’s feet were BEGGING their owner to snap out of that nightmare fuel effect and run like there’s no tomorrow; she hugged her shovel instead, seeming like she was going to cry a river when those fingers crawled over her helmet. All she was able to do besides shaking was squealing in terror, closing her eyes and wishing for the… Best… For…

… Marcello’s voice was back to normal.

The Soldier’s eyes opened. While he was talking, she looked around frenetically until her sight darted back to him* … Ehh.

UHM! *she rubbed her other arm* Er, yeah, whatever. No, hold on, you’re a RED Spy - How do I know you’re not trying to FOOL me?

Not saying you are. Just being careful, is all. Promise. Please don’t eat me.

 *He chuckles as he looks her over, rather pleased at how shaken she had become. Somehow her fear of him possibly trying to trick her amused him.* Hahah, if I was going to fool you, I would’ve just kept stalking you while invisible. I’m a ghost now, friend, I don’t have to worry about accidentally bumping into anyone or spychecking. Besides, I wouldn’t have bothered trying to trick you; I could have just slit your belly like a pig and wore your intestines as a scarf while MY FANGED TEETH TORE YOUR VERY SOUL ASUND- *His body gradually contorts back to that nightmarish figure as he speaks, abruptly stopping after realizing what he was doing and saying.* Er… uh… sorry about dat, eh-heh, not really sure where that came from… *Marcello shakes his head, still getting used to these ghastly impulses; he thinks he should practice some later.*

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