<span style="color: #80FF00">Rune continued to sing and dance. He was enjoying his time with the ghosts. A purplish white glow began surrounding him. The ghosts illuminated for a moment before they faded away as did the psychic glow around him. He stopped singing to take some air. A haunting melody playing from a ghostly recorder on the base of a tombstone. He stopped when he sensed another of the living. Blinking and looked around. "Hello?" He calls out. Walking around. "The ghosts tell me that your here. I can sense you. Is everything alright?" He asks in a kind and warm voice. Completely missing the fact his brother was heading this way. Along with the sinister spirit that had just rose out of a moselium away from the other ghosts. He walked around the weeping willow and saw the girl. "Hello. What is your name? Mines Rune." He says with a warm smile. The graveyard was the way it was because the ghosts took care of where they lay.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Dart finished drinking and mentally yelled at the warring voices to shut up. Getting up after he paid and walked out. He wished like hell if he drank it would effect him. He wished that he could drink away his sorrows. That he could drink away his troubles and his pain. It was just not that easy. Not when your a ghost host. He was THE ghost host to be exact. He couldn't be excorsized. Many tried when he was younger and it always backfired majorly. He sensed danger near the graveyard and remembered that is where Rune said he was headed. He snapped out of his thoughts and headed in that direction. "What the hell is wrong with me? Oh that is right. I love my twin brother and won't let even a ghost hurt him. Expecially not a fucking ghost." He heard the voices protesting. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" He snaps to them all. For once they listened. He was not in the mood for their bullshit or their games.<br/><br/>Shortly after he arrived in the graveyard and was looking around for Rune he was sent backwards a few steps. "What the hell???" he says. He was on the side of the gazebo away from Rune and the woman. He punched the ghost and startled it. Sending it backwards because the spirit hadn't expected him to be able to hit him. "Don't even try it." He says. The spirit laughed evilly and hurled itself at Dart. Again and again until he sent Dart flying through the open window of the Apothecary...of course it couldn't follow. There was too much magic in that shop. The ghost was flying around outside. It knew Dart had to come out sometime or other. Dart groans and stood up. "Ow...that damn mother fucking spirit is evil and strong as hell. I can't beat him like this." He says. Upon his entering her ghost tarot card began spinning in slow motion. Nodding his head to the woman inside.<br/><br/>His dark eyes suddenly turning steel blue as he called upon the power of the spirit inside him just as strong as the evil one that was good. A ghostly aura surrounded him now as he rose up and flew back out the window again. Beginning to fight the ghost. Once he had flown over the tarot card it began to spin spastically. He hit the spirit and got hit. The fight continued until the ghost who had control sent a spectral blast through the other ghost. Destroying it. They landed in front of the Apothecary. Stumbling back through the door. Two voices could be heard, the ghosts and Darts, as he fought for control. "Give me control back!" "No! I want to stay out!" "Yes give back control its my damn body!" "No!" The voices changing with every statement said. Darts voice could be heard again. "Give it back!"</span>