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[AbstractTraitorHero]

((Whose phone's do these go to?))

[Akroma]

((everyone but Oliver. how did she get the number?))

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[AbstractTraitorHero]

((How in the world does morgana know all these numbers you'd think we wrote our phone numbers in said book becuase morgana sure knows em.
Also chance of doctors giving Oliver a wheel chair until she recovers?))

[Akroma]

((the picture entirely explains all about the situation :3))

[AbstractTraitorHero]

((THIS IS MADNESS!!!!!    ))

[Kansa]

Elise let out a sigh as she got the message, it looked like she was back into the realms of madness. Despite her misgivings she headed quickly towards the club room.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Oliver begins looking for usefull occult knowledge on the internet she will go into the deep web if she can not find anything useful on the surface web.

[SOLDIER First]

"do u mean the cowardly dog"

Emmett heads to school, sipping from a disposable cup of coffee.

[Akroma]

Under the umbrella of a moonless night, the occult club had gathered tenuous candle light and uneasy companionship. The ritual had been prepared in miniscule detail, the sickening emanation of foreign, alien insence clouding the senses like strong wine. An idiosyncratic circle had been drawn in an all too familiar red tone, and the sample of ectoplasm filled a basin in the center of the curiosity.

"With all the clouds its hard to tell, but if the internet is right, the best moon and star alignment is in about an hour. Oh yeah, I also brought you these."

Morgana handed our heavy, pitch black fireforks of sheer iron. Despite the heavy work that went into polishing away any rust, each of them appeared to be older than the entire club combined.

[Kansa]

Elise stood just outside the circle, her eyes drawn towards the basin in the centre. She seemed lost in thought as she stared at the ectoplasm. It took a moment after Morgana spoke for the chubby girl to realise, she looked up as the club leader handed her a pitchfork. She wished it wasn't quite so heavy.
"What's this for?"

[Akroma]

"If the ghost is hostile, smack it in the head with it. Iron is strong in hindering magic, and beings that rely on magic entirely to keep their physical existance can pretty much only be dealt with like this."

[Adragis]

Christina hefts the iron pitchfork fairly easily, looking almost bored past her glasses.
"I thought it was just the fey that didn't like iron."

[Sanure]

Felicia hefted the Iron firefork and tested it with a few swings, "I thought fey disliked cold iron?"

[Akroma]

Morgana made a distinct point of touching the metal only with her sleeve, and putting it down and away from her whenever not needed

"Contact with iron diminishes your powers, they don't snuff them out."

[SOLDIER First]

Emmett yawns loudly, the dark bags under his eyes ever present.
"Why can't we be friends with the ghost?"