The hairs on your neck stand on end as you feel the warm breath of someone behind you. Seshat let's out a gasping cry. You spin around as the flashlights that the others are holding light up the newcomer. Even before you turn fully around you know who it is. In fact, you are surprised you didn't smell him earlier.
"Alack! What what that for?" The tinfoil hat wearing man asks, shielding his eyes from the high lumen flashlights now shining upon him.
Trying to keep the shock out of your voice you ask Ted what he's doing down here.
"That's not the homeless gentleman." Zul says, walking up beside you while looking appraisingly. "That's your ghost friend."
"Indeed. So I was correct. This filthy beggar is what's being hidden away." Camelia says, frowning. "Now, who is he? You seem to know him."
"I told you, a homeless gentleman." The green woman replies.
You say his name is Ted and he calls himself an immortal psychic shaman.
"I have never heard of a psychic shaman, much less an immortal who let themselves get to this state." She says, making Ted motion to himself. "He was just sort of wandering around near some abandoned houses, muttering to himself."
"To be fair, he clearly suffers from some sort of mental illness." Zul says.
"And? Most immortals do." Camelia remarks with a shrug, then glancing to something behind you continues. "Honey, you can put that down I'm not going to hurt you."
You turn to see Tamako in a stance like she could throw something. On closer inspection, it seems to be a rock. Your daughter drops the stone and says, "Yeah... Wouldn't want to hurt this dude I guess."
"I'm confused, why can't we sense you? What was all this about being hidden?" Seshat says, coming into the conversation.
"Just a little something between my husband and me, harlot." The possessed body says with a sneer to the goddess. She then returns to you and asks, "Anyway, what now darling?"
"Yeah, what now, Mr. Anomaly?" Zul says with a wry smile. You hadn't thought whatever Camelia sensed was going to be Ted. He isn't a ghost, at least as far as you know. Perhaps he is important for some reason? You ask what the aura or field he has on him is being generated is.
"I'm not sure, to be honest." Camelia says, looking down at the vagrants body. "This man isn't doing it to himself, and it doesn't seem to be any sort of outside influence masking him. At least not that I can sense."
