#espriit

            It was never hard to differentiate a real, living-body             from one that was under control by another entity. In             fact, it was pathetically easy. They excluded such vile             waves that tickled Casper's fur like wind on grass-- so             heinous that it was delectably soothing. This spirit was             either a lost and broken spirit or one that was out for blood          -- out to wreak havoc anywhere they went.

                       A poltergeist.

                                Not so unlike the dastardly Gengar himself.

The train's crowded. He understand's that. Honestly, Blake doesn't ask for much from this subway and if anything he's grateful Ingo and Emmet allow him to work here with them--

               But that doesn't mean he enjoys people brushing against him.

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                Such an odd presence this figure                 held, perhaps the word she’s looking                 for is eerie. Nevertheless, she’s seen                 things similar to him. Always seeming                 to be imperturbable in these types of                 situations, to say.