#ca ghostbusters

♪~     This couldn’t get any worse, could it? Loki was here, almost completely dressed like Thoth, and nearly being just as intelligent as him, and now here he was, in a Sector of the Hive that was filled to the brim with scary looking ghosties and ghouls. No. It couldn’t get any worse.

Noticing in the distance, a young girl having trouble fending off some of the ghouls, or at least what he could assume, the God dived in, attacking the malicious beasts as he had done so. Brushing himself down, he shook his head, turning to the female, his voice showing a sense of alarm for once.

“Are you lost, little one?”

The princess smiled down at the girl. Normally, Luna would have been thrilled to see such young ponies, or in this case humans, running around and potentially enjoying their first Nightmare Night. But as magnificent as certain parts of the human celebration were, the alicorn could not help but feel that other parts of it were…a little dangerous.

Or perhaps a lot dangerous. Luna could still not quite decide if the humans in sector 5 were really undead, or just really good at costume making.

Either way the princess was not about to leave a human filly in the middle of the street. It was dark, crowded, and considering it was sector 3, Luna could have sworn she had just heard at least three of those strange human guns go off.

“I could help you find your way, if you so desire. Were your parents accompanying you?”

An unfamiliar city in a foreign world. The humans seemed far too tangled up in the merriment of their holidays. From what he could recall there was still at least a week before the holiday was truely meant for celebration. The holiday had changed over the many years that he had been a demon as well. He could hardly grasp the thoughts of human's. Instead of joining in the merriment or showing any intrigue int he humans, the blue-grey eyes took in the city itself. His home sector seemed to be in disarray. It was a far cry from the pictoresque city humans often prefered to display, and was much closer to the slum area.

Spectors seemed to be in numbers as they picked at citazens playing tricks and committing attrocities, for the sake of amusement. Instead of finding this unusual, he found it rather dull. Eyes turned from watching the torment to the streets ahead of him. There was no court to bring these dead before, there was no job for him to do at the moment, there would surely be a judgement for their souls, but he wouldn't be the one to bring it to them.

    The ghosts lurking about did leave an ominous feeling, that much she could say with certainty. It was in times like this that made her reminisce over her friendships and life back at home. With every passing day, their names continuously crossed her mind—Madoka was worried about them. All she wanted was to know of their well-being, for they were some of her most precious people.

    She didn’t even know where she was exactly in Sector 003; The atmosphere it gave off was truly unnerving. She brought her hands closer to her person, taking petite steps in search of finding something (or someone). After all, there had to be other citizens nearby. She could sense it.

    It was a good thing Madoka was used to running fast, for all the ghouls in the immediate area inside of Sector 003 seemed to be keeping a careful watch on all those that enter its premises inside and out. She wasn’t in a position to step outside and continuously battle them, hence her decision to take cover in a nearby building. Surprisingly, she just so happened to not be the only other one in the room.

    Even if it was admittedly scary, somehow, she found it satisfying to confront them if it meant protecting others. Despite being equipped with a toy bow and arrow, she was only permitted to shoot three magical arrows a day. With that note in her mind, she’d never put one to waste. Madoka strolled towards an alleyway, spotting a rather large cluster of what one might call a ‘ghoul.’ She didn’t bother transforming into her magical girl attire at the moment for it held no benefits, but she did sustain her grip on her bow rather tightly.

    Squinting her pink hues, she fired an arrow at the ones in its path with precision. It brought back memories for Madoka, both good and bad. Still, she thought it was best to clear a pathway for anyone looking for a place to safely hide. She’d stand guard at the entrance of the alley momentarily, letting others in as she spotted them.