Haze & Chaos - Uncertainty Part 1
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Uncertainty (May 16th, 2025)
“AND WHAT I DON’T GET is why people revel in this nonsense!” Will angrily declared as he paced throughout his office aboard Sky Fortress Camelot. “Why why why? Why are people happy with the smoldering crater The Extinction Order left the tech industry in?!”
“They’re happy?” Barry questioned as he sifted through some documents Will had typed up in regards to the market prices for computer parts. Some of The Extinction Order’s schemes involved manipulating the market to cripple the masses, but they had long since failed for a myriad of factors relating to basic common sense when it came to economics.
“Boyo, do we really need to dwell on this nonsense?” Sam asked as she shook her head. He had been dwelling on specific issues as of late… to a somewhat concerning degree. “I mean seriously, ever since DELTA Corp and Maddox Heavy Industries struck up that deal to start making computer parts it hasn’t been an issue.”
Will paused and groaned. “Yeah, but it’s all those morons on social media who claim to be against all of that inflation nonsense going around saying ‘it’s gonna get worse, losers!’ AGAIN, why are they so happy about it if they claim to be against it!?”
Sam stood up and held her hand out in front of her, causing Will to freeze in place. “Will, enough–relax…” She was unsure if she should give him a hug, as he had been on edge ever since the visit to his parents… and she still had not been able to figure out what had gone wrong. “You’re getting worked up again, Will–just look at your neck.”
Relenting for a moment, Will unscrewed and lifted up his head, causing a burst of black and red smoke to emerge with a ‘thunk’ noise. “I know…” he said with a sigh.
“It’s understandable given all this hoohaa,” Barry put in as he sat the papers back down on Will’s desk. He then gave off an annoyed-sounding hum of electricity as he clicked through some things on the computer. “I’m still glad I never actually ended up in Universe-15, because I can’t imagine having to effectively live under Karnage’s thumb… Hey, wait a second–Will, have you been going on social media again?” Will looked at him with a mildly guilty expression. “Well there’s part of your problem! Seriously, stay off of it. Why do you think The Iron City doesn’t have the internet?”
“So he has been sneaking on it recently?” Antares questioned with a chuckle as he entered the office with Kyu. “Will, why are you going against my orders?”
“Because he’s addicted to it if you ask me, ha,” Kyu remarked as he went over to Barry and handed him a manilla folder full of papers. “Here’s that report on Amramtrong’s presence in The Hollywood Riots that the Dark Divers have been asking for, brother.”
“Ah, very good…”
“And we’ve even got some intel courtesy of Valdemaras and Gudrun–”
Will chuckled. “Teunis isn’t going to be thrilled over that one…”
Sam blew a raspberry towards that notion. “Oh phooey to him–I’ve arguably got just as big of a bone to pick with Gudrun and do you see me going full Captain Ahab on her?”
“Sounds like a real party,” Antares joked. “Will, Sam, Fianna’s here and she needs your guy’s help…”
“Really?” Will asked as he checked what Barry had clicked through, his neck pushing out light yellow smoke. “What’s up?”
“You sure you’re good to go?”
“Of course I am!”
“What’s up, Antares?” Sam interjected as she turned into Morrigan, having a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Antares stepped over to Will’s desk and set another folder on it. “Trouble’s brewing in The Ghost Realm as a certain ex of yours is going after The Xanthous King…”
Morrigan gritted her teeth and started growling, and would have begun frothing at the mouth if she was any angrier. “KARNAGE, YOU BASTARD–Come on, Boyo!” she said as she grabbed him by the arm and started to drag him out.
“Wait, I haven’t told you the rest of the mission!” Antares pointed out as he followed them.
“Tell us on the way!”
“Kyu, call Antonio and have him look after Orion for us!” Will called out.
The two Lost Era brothers just stood there for a second, letting Morrigan’s anger sink in. “Wow, after all these years she’s still that mad?” Kyu remarked.
“The Tyrant War was a big deal,” Barry said as he glanced around. “This is a nice office…”
“It’s pretty comfortable, not going to lie,” Kyu remarked as he went over to his desk and picked up his phone.
On their way to Gateway Room 3B, Antares explained more of what was going on. From what he had been told, The Xanthous King had gone missing during The Red River City Incident thanks to Orion, and eventually ended up in The Ghost Realm. Having taken up a job at a mine near the city of Rosecloud, The Xanthous King had been looking for Valentin for a while, but at the moment Valentin was busy running an errand for Sylvia. While he really needed to talk to Valentin, realistically The Xanthous King only needed someone from The League to relay some information he wanted to share with them. It was going to be a tricky mission, however, as Ultinn-Lacksus was after The Xanthous King, hence why his majesty had been hiding out in The Ghost Realm to begin with.
The way to the Gateway Room was reasonably busy with Liger Brigade operatives going back and forth to take care of other matters, but they immediately got out of the way as Morrigan stormed through, able to sense her fury. One could even hear what could be best described as ‘phantom noises’ that echoed Morrigan’s rage from The Tyrant War. Waiting near the gateways talking to Reynard, Jackson, and Mayhem was a black-haired woman with pale skin, wearing a shiny black bodysuit named Fianna Pembroke. She was the deceased friend of Will and Morrigan who had sadly met her fate after being struck by a car, but went on to become type 4 ghost who served Nacht–The Discordant God of Terror. Despite her ghostly nature, she was friendly, nice, and one of the more quirkier specters one could run into.
“...I know, Will’s always been a bit headstrong like that,” Fianna replied to Jackson with a laugh. She then noticed Will and Morrigan approaching and smiled. “Will, Sam, there you are! Are you two ready to go?”
“No time for chit-chat, Fianna,” Morrigan replied, straight to the point. “Let’s get going so I can thump Karnage’s ass into the next lifetime."
“HAHA, that’s the spirit!” Reynard said with a clap. “Looks like you’re rip roaring and ready to go, Sam.”
“Oh trust me–I’m going to give Ultinn a black eye so bad that’ll appear in his next life alongside those scars of his.” The fight in Morrigan’s voice was palpable and caused Will and Fianna to lean back a little.
“ALRIGHT, HOLD ON,” Antares interrupted. “Sam, kill a motor for two seconds–that’s an order.”
Morrigan groaned a little and started tapping her foot. “Yes, sir…”
Antares took a second to breathe and cleared his throat. “Will, Sam, Jack’s going to be tagging along as he has own errands to run for M.A.I.G.”
“Got to hunt down Caerwyn to talk to him, so I figured now’s the perfect time,” he replied. “Spruce!” he called out, followed by a quick whistle.
The wood devil looked fairly nervous as he appeared in a flurry of leaves, looking over his shoulder. “Oh boy, let’s get this over with…”
“Don’t fret, Spruce,” Mayhem said as he patted him on the back. “Stick with us and you’ll be fine…”
“Yeah, but we’re dealing with ghosts, dang it…”
“Coming along with us, Mayhem?” Will inquired as he leaned on the doorframe for spectral realms.
Mayhem brushed himself off and nodded. “Well I’ve been to The Ghost Realm enough times before, so I’d dare say my expertise is needed here. Antares, I know you wanted Inkblot or Volt to come along to get some experience under their belts, but they’re a no-show. Both are scared, and it’s best we don’t have them running around The Ghost Realm with that freight. Same goes for Faustus, Mira, and Cliff.”
Antares stroked his chin, having to accept the reality of the situation. “Alright… Will, where’s Haze?”
Will looked down, having forgotten he was not wearing Haze. “Oh, right… Hey, Haze!”
Emerging from down the hallway directly across from them and startling several employees was a cloud of red and black smoke that hurried over to Will and quickly enveloped him. “Sorry, Antares, I was just checking on something with Zarnak…”
“What were you…?” Antares said as he turned around and saw the boy hurrying over to him.
“Lt. Colonel, sir!” Zarnak said with a salute, causing Fianna and Morrigan to giggle. “Jude found some weird stuff that he wants to look into with Will eventually,” he explained as he handed Antares some papers.
“Huh, interesting… Well, we’ll save this for another day. Will, Fianna, you’re clear to head on out.”
“Best of luck to all of you,” Reynard said as he patted Jackson on the shoulder. “Careful, Specter’s a bit of an unpredictable one…”
Will started to hold his hand out to the door, but Fianna preempted him by holding up a key that looked like it was made of bone. “No need, Will, I’ve got a key–a skeleton key!” She inserted it into the door’s lock, causing it to moan with a deathly inflexion. The door rapidly deteriorated into one that had been ravaged by dampness and mildew, and looked like it would not be out of place in a haunted house. “Viola!”
The Ghost Realm was not a place for the living, as it was a cold and haunting realm of eternal night, lit by an eerie, plae moon. A dense mist that gave way to a fog in certain areas draped the rugged, wet landscape like a blanket set by Death himself, with every moment making one want to look over their shoulder to make sure something was not stalking them. The wind was like a subtle banshee’s howl, and the ground squished beneath with every footstep. Making the experience even more dreadful was that one could have easily sworn there were ghosts in the distance all around, stalking and silently watching one’s every move. The entire experience was nerve racking, and Fianna and Mayhem could sense it in the group. Fianna had grown used to it, but that did not mean her old human sensibilities did not kick in every now and then.
“Listen up, everyone…” Fianna paused, realizing that Spruce was the only actual newcomer. “Ooh, right… Alright, Spruce–you need to be extra careful, as the terrain is treacherous, and irate ghosts are potentially everywhere. Most ghosts aren’t thrilled about the living wandering into this place…”
Spruce had waddled around nervously, looking for specters he swore he had been catching out of the corner of his eye. “Argh, I’m going into Jackson…” he then turned into an orb of green light and flew into Jackson, turning him into what looked like a Tree Person that would not be out of place in The Unending Forest. “Alright, now we can go…”
Fianna nodded, then began to lead the group down a rocky trail. “A lot of the folks in the wilds have been a little… grumpy, no thanks to Ultinn, so we have to be extra careful…” She then glanced over to Will. “Will, where you’d get that armor? It looks cool.”
Will glanced down and noticed Haze had turned into what looked like blackened knight’s armor with red accents. “Oh, Haze?”
“I figured it was thematically appropriate.” This made Morrigan and Fianna laugh again.
“YES, aesthetics for the win!” Fianna cheered with a fist pump, followed by a high five from Morrigan.
“Well you’re in better spirits, Morrigan–no pun intended,” Mayhem remarked as he watched out for a deep mud puddle. “Despite how dreary The Ghost Realm can be…”
Morrigan sighed as she summoned a storm lantern from her bedroom back on Earth, lighting it up with a flame derived from her magic. She made it shine yellow so it would cut through any fog they ran into. “I’m still riled up, but it’s probably best I keep my cool at the moment…”
“Especially given the trouble Ultinn has been causing as of late?” Jackson put in. “Who can blame her?”
“It’s definitely a far cry from the days where we shared funny posts between our blogs,” Fianna noted. “Back when I was alive and Will didn’t have ULTRAMagic…” She then noticed Will had spotted something and the whole group froze. “What’s wrong, Will?”
“We’ve got company…”
In the distance, past a wilted tree, was a ghost that bore a resemblance to a skeleton, and it did not look like it was in a good mood. Travelers were to be wary of any ghosts they met while on the trails, and this one was no exception. Its raspy breath wheezed out of its throat like a broken flute, and its snarling was like nails on a chalkboard. The group was hoping it would go away or lose interest, but instead it took a step towards them. It had to have been enraged from the chaos Will and Morrigan had been told about, and from the looks of it it was going to take out its frustrations on the first people it encountered. Everything was unnervingly still for too long, only for the anticipation to be shattered by the distressed howling of the specter. A cry that indicated it was going to attack preceded it charging right for the group.
Feeling fear run down their spines that screamed at the group to run for their lives, they prepared for a fight. They had the advantage of magic and being in The Ghost Realm, but they had no idea who this ghost was or what it could do. The chase towards them was maddening, and anyone of lesser fortitude would have screamed for their lives at such a sight. And just as the ravenous shouting got close enough to assault their ears with utmost intrusion, the sound of galloping and even louder whinnying of a horse jumping got in between the impending fight. The great steed of black fur and burning red eyes got up on its hind legs and roared as loud as it could, ready to mercilessly trample the belligerent ghost for daring to attack its allies. And atop the horse was Famine, already brandishing her gun and ready to fire.
“BACK, YOU HOOLIGAN! GET BACK!” Famine ordered, firing a couple rounds from her revolver while trying to maintain her balance on her mount. The horse stomped on the ground, causing the ghost to retreat a little, and Famine had to charge at it to force it back. “GET! GET!! MIND YOU OWN BUSINESS, BUDDY!” The ghost tried to charge at Famine’s horse a few times, only for it to scream at the ghost which finally made it run away. “Gee willickers, nothing but trouble as of late… Will, Fianna, Welcome! Sorry I’m late…” she said as her horse trotted over to the group.
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Uncertainty (May 16th, 2025)
“AND WHAT I DON’T GET is why people revel in this nonsense!” Will angrily declared as he paced throughout his office aboard Sky Fortress Camelot. “Why why why? Why are people happy with the smoldering crater The Extinction Order left the tech industry in?!”
“They’re happy?” Barry questioned as he sifted through some documents Will had typed up in regards to the market prices for computer parts. Some of The Extinction Order’s schemes involved manipulating the market to cripple the masses, but they had long since failed for a myriad of factors relating to basic common sense when it came to economics.
“Boyo, do we really need to dwell on this nonsense?” Sam asked as she shook her head. He had been dwelling on specific issues as of late… to a somewhat concerning degree. “I mean seriously, ever since DELTA Corp and Maddox Heavy Industries struck up that deal to start making computer parts it hasn’t been an issue.”
Will paused and groaned. “Yeah, but it’s all those morons on social media who claim to be against all of that inflation nonsense going around saying ‘it’s gonna get worse, losers!’ AGAIN, why are they so happy about it if they claim to be against it!?”
Sam stood up and held her hand out in front of her, causing Will to freeze in place. “Will, enough–relax…” She was unsure if she should give him a hug, as he had been on edge ever since the visit to his parents… and she still had not been able to figure out what had gone wrong. “You’re getting worked up again, Will–just look at your neck.”
Relenting for a moment, Will unscrewed and lifted up his head, causing a burst of black and red smoke to emerge with a ‘thunk’ noise. “I know…” he said with a sigh.
“It’s understandable given all this hoohaa,” Barry put in as he sat the papers back down on Will’s desk. He then gave off an annoyed-sounding hum of electricity as he clicked through some things on the computer. “I’m still glad I never actually ended up in Universe-15, because I can’t imagine having to effectively live under Karnage’s thumb… Hey, wait a second–Will, have you been going on social media again?” Will looked at him with a mildly guilty expression. “Well there’s part of your problem! Seriously, stay off of it. Why do you think The Iron City doesn’t have the internet?”
“So he has been sneaking on it recently?” Antares questioned with a chuckle as he entered the office with Kyu. “Will, why are you going against my orders?”
“Because he’s addicted to it if you ask me, ha,” Kyu remarked as he went over to Barry and handed him a manilla folder full of papers. “Here’s that report on Amramtrong’s presence in The Hollywood Riots that the Dark Divers have been asking for, brother.”
“Ah, very good…”
“And we’ve even got some intel courtesy of Valdemaras and Gudrun–”
Will chuckled. “Teunis isn’t going to be thrilled over that one…”
Sam blew a raspberry towards that notion. “Oh phooey to him–I’ve arguably got just as big of a bone to pick with Gudrun and do you see me going full Captain Ahab on her?”
“Sounds like a real party,” Antares joked. “Will, Sam, Fianna’s here and she needs your guy’s help…”
“Really?” Will asked as he checked what Barry had clicked through, his neck pushing out light yellow smoke. “What’s up?”
“You sure you’re good to go?”
“Of course I am!”
“What’s up, Antares?” Sam interjected as she turned into Morrigan, having a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Antares stepped over to Will’s desk and set another folder on it. “Trouble’s brewing in The Ghost Realm as a certain ex of yours is going after The Xanthous King…”
Morrigan gritted her teeth and started growling, and would have begun frothing at the mouth if she was any angrier. “KARNAGE, YOU BASTARD–Come on, Boyo!” she said as she grabbed him by the arm and started to drag him out.
“Wait, I haven’t told you the rest of the mission!” Antares pointed out as he followed them.
“Tell us on the way!”
“Kyu, call Antonio and have him look after Orion for us!” Will called out.
The two Lost Era brothers just stood there for a second, letting Morrigan’s anger sink in. “Wow, after all these years she’s still that mad?” Kyu remarked.
“The Tyrant War was a big deal,” Barry said as he glanced around. “This is a nice office…”
“It’s pretty comfortable, not going to lie,” Kyu remarked as he went over to his desk and picked up his phone.
On their way to Gateway Room 3B, Antares explained more of what was going on. From what he had been told, The Xanthous King had gone missing during The Red River City Incident thanks to Orion, and eventually ended up in The Ghost Realm. Having taken up a job at a mine near the city of Rosecloud, The Xanthous King had been looking for Valentin for a while, but at the moment Valentin was busy running an errand for Sylvia. While he really needed to talk to Valentin, realistically The Xanthous King only needed someone from The League to relay some information he wanted to share with them. It was going to be a tricky mission, however, as Ultinn-Lacksus was after The Xanthous King, hence why his majesty had been hiding out in The Ghost Realm to begin with.
The way to the Gateway Room was reasonably busy with Liger Brigade operatives going back and forth to take care of other matters, but they immediately got out of the way as Morrigan stormed through, able to sense her fury. One could even hear what could be best described as ‘phantom noises’ that echoed Morrigan’s rage from The Tyrant War. Waiting near the gateways talking to Reynard, Jackson, and Mayhem was a black-haired woman with pale skin, wearing a shiny black bodysuit named Fianna Pembroke. She was the deceased friend of Will and Morrigan who had sadly met her fate after being struck by a car, but went on to become type 4 ghost who served Nacht–The Discordant God of Terror. Despite her ghostly nature, she was friendly, nice, and one of the more quirkier specters one could run into.
“...I know, Will’s always been a bit headstrong like that,” Fianna replied to Jackson with a laugh. She then noticed Will and Morrigan approaching and smiled. “Will, Sam, there you are! Are you two ready to go?”
“No time for chit-chat, Fianna,” Morrigan replied, straight to the point. “Let’s get going so I can thump Karnage’s ass into the next lifetime."
“HAHA, that’s the spirit!” Reynard said with a clap. “Looks like you’re rip roaring and ready to go, Sam.”
“Oh trust me–I’m going to give Ultinn a black eye so bad that’ll appear in his next life alongside those scars of his.” The fight in Morrigan’s voice was palpable and caused Will and Fianna to lean back a little.
“ALRIGHT, HOLD ON,” Antares interrupted. “Sam, kill a motor for two seconds–that’s an order.”
Morrigan groaned a little and started tapping her foot. “Yes, sir…”
Antares took a second to breathe and cleared his throat. “Will, Sam, Jack’s going to be tagging along as he has own errands to run for M.A.I.G.”
“Got to hunt down Caerwyn to talk to him, so I figured now’s the perfect time,” he replied. “Spruce!” he called out, followed by a quick whistle.
The wood devil looked fairly nervous as he appeared in a flurry of leaves, looking over his shoulder. “Oh boy, let’s get this over with…”
“Don’t fret, Spruce,” Mayhem said as he patted him on the back. “Stick with us and you’ll be fine…”
“Yeah, but we’re dealing with ghosts, dang it…”
“Coming along with us, Mayhem?” Will inquired as he leaned on the doorframe for spectral realms.
Mayhem brushed himself off and nodded. “Well I’ve been to The Ghost Realm enough times before, so I’d dare say my expertise is needed here. Antares, I know you wanted Inkblot or Volt to come along to get some experience under their belts, but they’re a no-show. Both are scared, and it’s best we don’t have them running around The Ghost Realm with that freight. Same goes for Faustus, Mira, and Cliff.”
Antares stroked his chin, having to accept the reality of the situation. “Alright… Will, where’s Haze?”
Will looked down, having forgotten he was not wearing Haze. “Oh, right… Hey, Haze!”
Emerging from down the hallway directly across from them and startling several employees was a cloud of red and black smoke that hurried over to Will and quickly enveloped him. “Sorry, Antares, I was just checking on something with Zarnak…”
“What were you…?” Antares said as he turned around and saw the boy hurrying over to him.
“Lt. Colonel, sir!” Zarnak said with a salute, causing Fianna and Morrigan to giggle. “Jude found some weird stuff that he wants to look into with Will eventually,” he explained as he handed Antares some papers.
“Huh, interesting… Well, we’ll save this for another day. Will, Fianna, you’re clear to head on out.”
“Best of luck to all of you,” Reynard said as he patted Jackson on the shoulder. “Careful, Specter’s a bit of an unpredictable one…”
Will started to hold his hand out to the door, but Fianna preempted him by holding up a key that looked like it was made of bone. “No need, Will, I’ve got a key–a skeleton key!” She inserted it into the door’s lock, causing it to moan with a deathly inflexion. The door rapidly deteriorated into one that had been ravaged by dampness and mildew, and looked like it would not be out of place in a haunted house. “Viola!”
The Ghost Realm was not a place for the living, as it was a cold and haunting realm of eternal night, lit by an eerie, plae moon. A dense mist that gave way to a fog in certain areas draped the rugged, wet landscape like a blanket set by Death himself, with every moment making one want to look over their shoulder to make sure something was not stalking them. The wind was like a subtle banshee’s howl, and the ground squished beneath with every footstep. Making the experience even more dreadful was that one could have easily sworn there were ghosts in the distance all around, stalking and silently watching one’s every move. The entire experience was nerve racking, and Fianna and Mayhem could sense it in the group. Fianna had grown used to it, but that did not mean her old human sensibilities did not kick in every now and then.
“Listen up, everyone…” Fianna paused, realizing that Spruce was the only actual newcomer. “Ooh, right… Alright, Spruce–you need to be extra careful, as the terrain is treacherous, and irate ghosts are potentially everywhere. Most ghosts aren’t thrilled about the living wandering into this place…”
Spruce had waddled around nervously, looking for specters he swore he had been catching out of the corner of his eye. “Argh, I’m going into Jackson…” he then turned into an orb of green light and flew into Jackson, turning him into what looked like a Tree Person that would not be out of place in The Unending Forest. “Alright, now we can go…”
Fianna nodded, then began to lead the group down a rocky trail. “A lot of the folks in the wilds have been a little… grumpy, no thanks to Ultinn, so we have to be extra careful…” She then glanced over to Will. “Will, where you’d get that armor? It looks cool.”
Will glanced down and noticed Haze had turned into what looked like blackened knight’s armor with red accents. “Oh, Haze?”
“I figured it was thematically appropriate.” This made Morrigan and Fianna laugh again.
“YES, aesthetics for the win!” Fianna cheered with a fist pump, followed by a high five from Morrigan.
“Well you’re in better spirits, Morrigan–no pun intended,” Mayhem remarked as he watched out for a deep mud puddle. “Despite how dreary The Ghost Realm can be…”
Morrigan sighed as she summoned a storm lantern from her bedroom back on Earth, lighting it up with a flame derived from her magic. She made it shine yellow so it would cut through any fog they ran into. “I’m still riled up, but it’s probably best I keep my cool at the moment…”
“Especially given the trouble Ultinn has been causing as of late?” Jackson put in. “Who can blame her?”
“It’s definitely a far cry from the days where we shared funny posts between our blogs,” Fianna noted. “Back when I was alive and Will didn’t have ULTRAMagic…” She then noticed Will had spotted something and the whole group froze. “What’s wrong, Will?”
“We’ve got company…”
In the distance, past a wilted tree, was a ghost that bore a resemblance to a skeleton, and it did not look like it was in a good mood. Travelers were to be wary of any ghosts they met while on the trails, and this one was no exception. Its raspy breath wheezed out of its throat like a broken flute, and its snarling was like nails on a chalkboard. The group was hoping it would go away or lose interest, but instead it took a step towards them. It had to have been enraged from the chaos Will and Morrigan had been told about, and from the looks of it it was going to take out its frustrations on the first people it encountered. Everything was unnervingly still for too long, only for the anticipation to be shattered by the distressed howling of the specter. A cry that indicated it was going to attack preceded it charging right for the group.
Feeling fear run down their spines that screamed at the group to run for their lives, they prepared for a fight. They had the advantage of magic and being in The Ghost Realm, but they had no idea who this ghost was or what it could do. The chase towards them was maddening, and anyone of lesser fortitude would have screamed for their lives at such a sight. And just as the ravenous shouting got close enough to assault their ears with utmost intrusion, the sound of galloping and even louder whinnying of a horse jumping got in between the impending fight. The great steed of black fur and burning red eyes got up on its hind legs and roared as loud as it could, ready to mercilessly trample the belligerent ghost for daring to attack its allies. And atop the horse was Famine, already brandishing her gun and ready to fire.
“BACK, YOU HOOLIGAN! GET BACK!” Famine ordered, firing a couple rounds from her revolver while trying to maintain her balance on her mount. The horse stomped on the ground, causing the ghost to retreat a little, and Famine had to charge at it to force it back. “GET! GET!! MIND YOU OWN BUSINESS, BUDDY!” The ghost tried to charge at Famine’s horse a few times, only for it to scream at the ghost which finally made it run away. “Gee willickers, nothing but trouble as of late… Will, Fianna, Welcome! Sorry I’m late…” she said as her horse trotted over to the group.
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