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[grapesarebetter]

I remember why I don't like this time of year.

[Residential ghost-talker is staring at the brown and dried cornstalks hay. He's been in here for almost an hour now, trying to find the other side.]

Oi! Anyone!

[A small little black cloud wandered toward him, too low to be a person. In fact he hears a meow. Insert scowl.]Go away cat. Unless you

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[rlyangrylepers]

Aw man, what the hell?!

*That would be the sound a very loud, irritated Texan, also lost in the cornstalks.*

What is this, Oklahoma?! This isn't funny!

[grapesarebetter]

[Cue looking around and ignoring the cat-cloud.]

Someone else is stuck in here. Great.

[Still being with someone else is better than being stuck in here alone. Ryoma quickly moves through the maze.]

Oi! Mister! Where are you!

[rlyangrylepers]

Over here!

*Trying to mark his location, Nick shakes a couple of the cornstalks roughly.*

[grapesarebetter]

[A few minutes later a very irritated brat of twelve years comes around a corner.

He'll stare at you for a couple of minutes. Haven't seen you before.]

Tch. Aren't you tall enough to see over it?

[He doesn't mean to be rude, that's just the way he is.]

[rlyangrylepers]

*'sokay, he's used to being stared at.*

Barely. Damn leaves kept gettin' in my way.

[grapesarebetter]

[Probably won't help as big as this car is. He sighs.]

This is lame. What person asked for this car.

[rlyangrylepers]

Who knows. It's almost Halloween back home for me. Maybe the train's got a sick sense of humor?

*thwaps at some of the corn stalks*

Figures I woulda left my machete back in the sleeping car.

[grapesarebetter]

Same here.

[He always thought this thing was sentient. Another ghost-barrier breaking meow comes from behind him and Ryoma jumps, turning to look back at the cloud that followed him.]

Great. Go away. Shoo.

[He looks back at Nick.] Machete? Why do you have one of those on a train?

[rlyangrylepers]

... job requirement. What or who are you saying 'shoo' to?

[grapesarebetter]

...Strange job.

[He wants to ignore the question. It's bad enough he seems rude without being crazy too. Let's just leave it at simple things.]

I see... Things. And one is following.

[rlyangrylepers]

eheh, you have no idea.

What kind of things? *He really doesn't seem all that concerned that a kid just said he saw 'things'.*

[grapesarebetter]

Ghosts.

[And that makes him chalk you up as a believer.]

Cat's ghost.

[Which he doesn't have to worry about possessing him, thankfully.]

[rlyangrylepers]

Wull shit. ... better'n zombies, I suppose.

It's just following you around?

[grapesarebetter]

... Zombies? [Yeah he doesn't believe that one though he should.]

It's probably part of this car. Haven't seen it anywhere else.

[rlyangrylepers]

*Nick snerks quietly*

Yeah. Zombies. Among other things.

Think it knows the way out?

[grapesarebetter]

[It'll take him a while to get used to the idea of zombies. Derp.]

Who knows. It won't go away.