Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150309221223/@comment-26130256-20150311002220

Azulius listened intently to her story. As ghost stories went, it wasn't half bad. Decent person, killed gruesomely, seeking revenge on people similar to those who wronged him -- all the classic hallmarks, right there. But still, if every ghost story were completely true, then Uncle Trigo "The Tornado" Cardamom really could only be killed by a vial of black Dust, and family enforcer Silvius "Cottontail" should only be referred to by his nickname, or he will appear before you like a demon of legend. But every ghost story had its base in fact...

"If he's after humans, why are you scared?  If anyone here oughta be scared, it oughta be me." Realizing he forgot to explain his Semblance, he pulled his head closer to her ear to whisper

"And don't worry about my little..." Azulius paused, fishing for the right word, "light show.  I figured if Mr. Phantom is looking for folks who look like us, then we should try looking like 'not us,' if you know what I mean." Looking at the street, he didn't see anyone out, phantom, human, or Faunus. Either it was later than Azulius had thought, or the citizens here knew something he didn't.