Welcome to Gaia! ::

*Rei-kun scratched the back of his head. What a silly creature, this wraith. There was nothing inside of his blankets, at least that's what he saw last time he checked. Scratching the back of his head, his dug through his pack and pulled out a blanket, holding it up for the wraith to see.*

Kinpoko sees the hands, and flaps her transparent faerie like wings, which causes her to float up in the air. She did this just in case she got herself grabbed by one of the dead hands. Which she didn't want. She then floats over to the closet door, becoming curious about what she had been hearing inside.

"Kuru... just to make sure no one is in there... and trying to trick me..."

She reaches out for the door handle, and slowly turns it. She pulls open the closet door, and tilts her head. She shrugs, seeing Rei-kun and Bertram, and not nothing, which is what she expected.

"It's just two people."

"...sorry, kid... dare I ask what you're doing with those?" Bertram had dealt with plenty of crazy people in his time. But this was something new.

*Reminded that the wraith was still there, Rei-kun tore his gaze off of the wings and chuckled.* Silly. People dislike to see unpleasant things. So Rei-kun spares them the agony and places blankets over the dead. Easy-peasy!

Kinpoko lands, looking at the boy. Her wings fold behind her, as she tilts her head. She giggles lightly, somewhat curious about why he was in the closet.

"Why were you in the closet with the other person?"

She says, pointing right at Bertram. She can't really tell at the moment that Bertram is a ghost. But at the current moment, she really didn't care, she was just curious as to why they were in the closet.

"Nasty tricks? You underestimate me!" she would let a devilish grin form on her lips. she used what she'd previously learned about Duellist to her advantage. Close range combat just may be too dangerous. And so, she took to her favorite tactic.

She would flip the grip on the guitar neck, turning the weapon.. Holding it as one might with a katana with the blunt end of the object pointing to the sky.

Finally, pullling the stop he gripped the neck of the guitar, he would slash the scythe down, and with the added force of the pull, it would create a large gust. However, it seemed useless enough.. What would Midori hope to accomplish?

Heh, with pure brute strength, he would manage to swing the scythe hard, and fast enough that the wind given from the swing, the tachikaze, would be turned to a blade itself. Where was the blade headed? Well, the only spot she could think of that just might immobalize Duellist, his neck.

Bertram followed through the wall, shrugging as he passed Kinpoko. "Kids today, eh?" The wraith asked, hurrying to catch up.

~~

Duellist just stood there, staring at Midori as the wind came towards him. There was a moment of buzzing, and then...

the vampire's head fell to the ground, an annoyed expression on its face as it inspected the damage done to its favourite shirt. "Well, isn't that great... you know blood is a b***h to get out of silk, yes?" The vampire clicked to its body, which was feeling around for it. "Over here, stupid!"

The body grabbed the head and put it under a shoulder. "Good shot..." the disembodied head said, blood dripping from it. "It'll take me almost a day to put that back together, and then I'd have to kill someone to take their blood... dreadfully inconvenient. Still, if you don't mind... while I'm out, could you ask Bertram if he had anything to do with those dead bodies I've been finding around the place?"

Not waiting for a response, the vampire coughed. "Take us home!"

The body walked directly into a wall. Backwards. "Grr..." Several tries later, the vampire had finally vanished.

(G2G, sowwy...)