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located in Ekland Farm, a part of The Spirit Detectives, one of the many universes on RPG.

Ekland Farm

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Character Portrait: Duncan McAlister Character Portrait: Briella Adair Character Portrait: Leon D'Artagnan Character Portrait: Tom Passano Character Portrait: Cassandra Artemis Character Portrait: Monk Dawa
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Leon pouts at his partner's suggestion of 'holding it,' and having to listen. He shifts slightly on Tom's back, resting his chin on his friend's head and humming a small tune to himself. The spirits were whispering a lot now, and they were saying all sorts of things to each other, to the people who couldn't hear them, and to him. One spirit echoes what Duncan had said—to stay out of the dining room—and, unbeknownst to Leon, it is most definitely reverse psychology. The spirits, having already gotten a feel for Leon's nature, had decided to use it.

But right now, Tom won't let him go anywhere.

It's then that things start to pick up—the young detective hears something through his earpiece, and he has to steady it so it doesn't fall off. He holds the piece closer to his ear, eyes widening slightly. He slips off of Tom's back when the larger goes into action, and he considers running after him, but... the spirits keep speaking to him, guiding him in all different directions. He makes sure to wait a few moments for the excitement to die down, and to make sure that Cassie is definitely okay—he'll be sure to give her two lollipops for her troubles—before he relents to the whispering all around him, and he waltzes off to the dining room. As he walks, he hums to himself, peeling the ear piece from himself and tossing it to the ground—he won't be needing that annoying little thing.

"What's so special about the dining room, anyways? Duncan told me not to go in here alone, and now you're all telling me not to!" Leon shakes his head, stepping into the room and placing his hands on his hips. He puffs out his chest and scans the room through narrowed, nearly closed eyes, the usual smile on his face. He steps over to the table and lifts a candle holder, examining it. A breeze of cold air runs through the hall, and he shivers a bit. "Wah, so cold! Did one of you open a window in here? Close it, pleeeaaase! I don't like being cold, you know! I'll get sick, and getting sick's no good, right?"

He hears the door he entered through close, and he lifts his head, setting the candle holder back on the table. "That's not the window, you silly ghost! That's the door, and the draft's still here." He turns and skips toward the door, humming to himself once more. He skids to a stop in front of it and puts his hand on the knob to turn it, but... it doesn't budge. He tries again, and again, and again, but the door won't open.

Leon cocks his head to the side. "Did you lock me in here? That's mean. Once Tom gets here, he'll be really mad at you!" He fishes his phone out of his coat and scrolls until he sees Tom's name, but the screen goes black. Leon's eyes widen, and he looks up and behind him. The lights go out in the dining room.

"... Hey, that's not funny. This isn't funny anymore. Can you please be a little nicer to me?"

The candle holder that Leon had previously picked up flies towards him, and the boy barely dodges in time—the thing hits the door where he was standing just a few moments ago. If he hadn't moved, then it might have knocked him out... or worse. The room grows colder, and Leon realizes seriously for the first time that coming here alone was not the best idea, and he's probably very outnumbered in here.