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[onemoreetude]

I feel like I should... properly introduce myself, at the least. My name is Jonathan. [And at that he falters, at a bit of a loss for how to actually go on.]? I'm from - Earth, I suppose. And... well, if there's anything I can do for anyone, please let me know. I'm - a fighter, usually. But I'll do whatever is needed. If it's needed.

[And thus

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[notlikethemovie]

Fat lot of good being a fighter is when fighting doesn't work on the locals. [Someone's feeling surly now that she's over her fit. Mika's slumped over the arm of a couch, her arms draped over it so she could rest her chin on her hands. Her ears are flicked back, her tail tucked close to her body.]

Nice to see another Earthling, though I'm thinking you're not from mine, just for kicks. So, this Michael (ironic, that name), does he happen to like taunting people? Because I got a rather charming call earlier from some asshole who thought it'd be funny to mimic my old roommate's lisp. I owe him a punch in the face for that, whoever it was.

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[notlikethemovie]

And yeah, I'm alright. Sort of. As "all right" as I can ever possibly get in this hell hole without some serious intervention or drugs involved.

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[onemoreetude]

[After a moment of fumbling, the video comes on, a blur for a moment before settling - roughly - on Jonathan's face. He does seem to be staring at the screen for a moment - wolf appendages aren't common in his Earth, true... But then he remembers himself.]

That was him. He likes seeing people... hurt. However he can. I'm sorry that you had to put up with it, miss.

Even if fighting doesn't, there will be something. [Though quite tired looking, a little sad, the primary expression is one of determination.] There will be a way to stop whatever there is to stop, and then we can go back.

Besides, if he's here, it's not just the ghosts we have to fend off.

Do people... just come and go?

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[notlikethemovie]

Brilliant. Although he needs to do better research on his selected subjects. His poor description of my roomie got on my nerves. I do appreciate your help in telling him off, though.

Aside from the red tape? I haven't heard of a single thing that stops them. [She huffs, her gaze dropping for an instant.]

He's not the only one, from what I've heard.

Apparently, it's been happening since I got trapped in this dump.

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[the_aurailia]

Michael Mortenson... A demon huh?

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[onemoreetude]

I know it must sound - quite absurd, really, but it's true. He's - He should be dead.

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[the_aurailia]

It does no sound stupid, it explains a whole lot.

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[onemoreetude]

Good.

Has he been harassing you, too?