GHOST TOWN && "seance", weekly task.

[align=center][div style="width: 540px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Oh, they were holding a seance were they? How interesting. Was Annie considering revealing her wraith form simply to fuck with the poor apprentice? Perhaps. Possibly. It was tempting, but then again, that meant actually revealing that she wasn't mortal and normal. It meant intentionally embracing a curse that she didn't want to admit, and it meant accepting the fact that she was well and truly fucked.

Was that worth a prank that probably wasn't even that funny? Nope. She thinks not.

"Where's the salt kiddo?" She asks, doing her best to sound concerned about his wellbeing. Perhaps the fact that she's grinning like a Cheshire cat. She wasn't an exorcist, nah, her monsters were strictly corporeal and usually draconic in nature, but she does know that salt is usually good for banishing and protection. "In case there's a poltergeist hanging about."