"A-All I can do is try..."

Echo was in, her nose buried in a book. He was lucky she was actually home. Normally, she would be out patrolling around the Library. Tonight, however, she wanted a break. She stood up and answered the door, looking upon his damaged body. She stumbled back, a small noise of distress escaping her.

Jewel smiled broadly, very satisfied with this whole turn from horrid to better.

“Thank.a.lot.lot.Echo.bunny! For.let.in.and.bother.help.and.all! Thank.many.many.lots!”

Showing off a wide and toothy grin when the lass said her name, The Batter uttered out a quick “Nice to meet ‘cha!” Before pausing to let her continue. Nodding when she agreed to his proposal. The Batter’s eyebrows shot up when he saw the enormous weapon, it was over sized on someone of her stature and frame, almost comically so, but the ease with which she wielded it was no joke. “I’ll take your word for it!. Whohoa.” He said with an impressed chuckle. This levity lessened when she mentioned her difficulties regarding specters and he nodded. “Well, me and my Add-Ons will help you with what we can while we travel with you. After we find Loon, that’s my friend’s name by the way, I’ll look into giving you a hand with purifying your zones.” He paused for a minute after saying this, he really wasn’t supposed to go out and purify other worlds, but he wanted to help out. It had been a long time since his world had been turned off and he was starting to feel restless again, he wanted to be useful. Pulling his head out of the clouds he continued speaking, somewhat loudly now as the whispers had grown louder in his silence “So! Echo, now that we have an objective how about we set off?”

Echo was always amused by how others reacted to seeing her wielding her massive weapon. After ages of being called weak for her size, having such a large weapon that required strength and control to wield proved those people wrong. Unlike him, however, she had no Add-Ons or helpers. It certainly made things difficult with her weapon. She attacked hard, but none too fast. That was the biggest downfall with her choice there.

Echo was in, her nose buried in a book. He was lucky she was actually home. Normally, she would be out patrolling around the Library. Tonight, however, she wanted a break. She stood up and answered the door, looking upon his damaged body. She stumbled back, a small noise of distress escaping her.

The little one sat in the couch meanwhile.

He couldn’t believe it. Everything had worked perfectly tonight. The books were safe, he was alive, mother was probably asleep by now… Oh, he’d be owning Echo one after all this help.

Echo didn’t expect him to repay the favor, nor did she want him to. It was her job to protect others, and this was certainly a part of her job. She returned into the room, leaning over the couch and lightly petting him.

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“H-heh, sorry…” He shrugs a bit, smiling, “I just, w-well, thought this w-would’ve been a nice surprise.” Never was good at stuff like this. In fact, he’s rather clumsy when it comes to this sort of thing. Now and then, he gets confident. And this was one of those nows and/or thens.

“I-I’ll be sure to let you know w-when I’m going to do this a-again.”

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Strolling up to the smaller figure The Batter squinted in the dark, his vision was still blotted with purple spots and rings from The Add-On’s light show, he waved to them to stop moving. It was good to keep them around, but he didn’t want to blind every last entity in the nothingness. Making out the shape of a small woman he smiled and relaxed, hearing her reply. “Ah well that’s a relief.” He frowned when he heard the latter part of her statement, but he didn’t dwell on the negative emotions that came with those connotations. Taking a moment to pause from speaking, the giant man moved his free hand he hunched over slightly and rubbed his eyes, pursing his lips and crinkling his nose as he did so in a cat like expression. Shaking his head and blinking a few times he was able to see the other person more clearly, cocking his head with a contemplative noise at the sight of the mask. Remembering that he was in a conversation he jolted to attention "Oh! Sorry ‘bout that. I’m The Batter and I’m looking for a good friend of mine. You probably have something you could use a hand with, based on what you’ve said.” The Batter smiled, hefting his bat to his shoulder and said with a confident and friendly grin “I know, we can walk together for a bit sweetheart. I’ll knock off any Specters that try and harass you, and you can help me keep an eye out for my friend. Heh, I’ve only got one anyhow, so I need all the help I can get.” Standing there looking down expectantly at the woman, but before she could reply he jumped again in surprise and continued “I almost forgot! What’s your name?”

Looking for a friend in here? Well, that certainly wasn’t any good, was it? She sure hoped whoever it was had reached a way out safely. Even without knowing who he was referring to, she simply worried about everything and everyone. She was more than happy to help the larger male. Help with the spectres would be nice as well, but she knew she could easily defend herself.

     “ My name is Echo, “ She began, looking around in a bit of a paranoid fashion. She didn’t feel safe here whatsoever. Almost like some unknown creature will reach up behind her and drag her away. “ I haven’t seen anyone aside from you, but I-I will be more than h-happy to aid you in finding your f-friend. Though, I am more t-than capable of fighting. Help is always nice, t-though. “

Echo was in, her nose buried in a book. He was lucky she was actually home. Normally, she would be out patrolling around the Library. Tonight, however, she wanted a break. She stood up and answered the door, looking upon his damaged body. She stumbled back, a small noise of distress escaping her.

Jewel just took the opportunity to get the books off the blanket and set them in the couch. Safe at last… Afterwards, he picked the bloodied fabric up.

“Where.can.put.this? Trash.or.washing.thing.where?”

He’d also get the pajamas in the bathroom too. No reason to leave those things around the house.

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All Echo recalled was passing out, and when she woke, something just didn’t feel right. The first thing she noticed was her hair. It wasn’t rolling down her shoulders. She looked at her hands, and then at the rest of her slowly. This…this was Michael’s body! 

“I am aware,” Michael told her softly, eyes flickering towards the hammer she carried around with her. He could tell that the weapon required strength to hold, strength that one would think such a small body would not be able to possess, and shaking his now-tiny limbs let him feel the flex of more than capable muscle beneath the skin. It was just odd, and disorientating. It wasn’t right.

He gave her a swift nod as he stumbled over to the hammer, giving it a nervous look. He wasn’t too sure how easily he’d be able to carry it; his legs still felt wobbly and unsure, and each step required an amount of thought that he’d never put into such action before. With a grunt, he decided to just treat it like a bat, and grabbed the handle firmly. A giant heave, and it was in the air, teetering as he wobbled backwards; he shifted his footing and found stability once more, and huffed as he dropped it down to his shoulder, slamming his eyes shut in readiness for pain. Instead, the hammer landed on his shoulder with a light rustle of clothing. He heaved a relieved sigh. 

“Lead the way,” Michael agreed, peering out over the area they were in. He truly had no sense of direction, even in Echo’s body; he couldn’t tell where they were or where to go. He could only hope Echo could. 

Echo was surprised he was able to hold it up with how unsteady he was at current, but she knew her body was more than capable. She may of been thin, but she was built to an extent. Not as much as Michael, that was for certain. She was surprised he seemed to be handling her terrible eyesight decently. Echo, on the other hand, wad adjusting to Michael’s heightened vision. 

Due to her near blindness, Echo relied on her ears and a small sensory organ in her brain that linked to her eyes, so she may properly detect impure spirits. Not like she needed sight too much anyway, as her competences didn’t require them. They were all physical.