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With all of the more ‘concerning’ groups done, all that's left is the one who has no flame users or are cops — which means it’s the least violent conglomeration of people here despite being wanted criminals. You approach the boys, who all cheer like you’re a regular in some shady but cozy bar.
“The main star is here at long last!” The Musician-looking Prisoner with spiky long hair, Baz says to add to your presentation.
“Hi, everyone, I came to check on you too.” You cordially say to the group.
“Bro, this is why you’re, like, THE dude. Always go beyond what’s just, like, regular cool! That’s why you’re my GOAT.” Former mafia criminal under Mama Bodil’s tutelage, Dylan pumps his top like he’s wearing your merchandise.
“We should be the ones concerned about ya, Noon. That fuckin’ troll’s got an eye on you, can’t stand your face even if he doesn’t have a clue about what you look like.” Strange Jaw with a ponytail prisoner, Gregory, warns you about Quye.
“The guys and I gonna make sure that *his* own face gets bashed into a wall before he even gets an inch close to ya. That’s Skull Crusher’s word, and it means diamonds. So live life, and don’t worry about it. We got you.” Big Jaw Brutus assures there’s nothing to worry about.
“Thanks, everyone. But I can take care of myself.” You assure them. They don’t stand a chance against someone with a flame.
“Bet you don’t want us to deal with that magic bullcrap, do you?” Gregory can tell by your expression.
“I’m not a stranger to that horseshit. I know it’s not smoke and mirrors, the bastard who betrayed me shot bullets out of his spit, and I mean straight bullets. The only time that guy had anything useful coming out of his possum mouth.” Brutus pretends he’s firing a gun, and laughs.
“Me neither, the old head of my hometown’s temple taught us how to purify spirits. I dealt with apparitions all my life, but it was all worth it. May his soul rest in peace.” Walter says. “I must say though, it has never been *this* apparent before.”
“Dude, you have no idea how messed up this entire shit is. Whole city is fucked. Me and some dudes tried to put a stop to all of this, but we went way above our heads — and got dunked. Shit’s monumental.” Dylan says.
“It can be as huge as it can be nonsense. One of my best buds kept pulling pranks with his spiritual powers. He was raised in an old temple up east and learned how to channel people’s spirits into mannequins to take their form and make them do some tomfoolery.” Baz adds. “It rocked from beginning to end.”
“Whatever the fuck this ghost shit is, I saw it popping up all the time at the homeless shelter before I got arrested. I worked there for years and it was never like this before this year.” Gregory informs.
