<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Ririfinal1_by_vactuart-d9pkdvm.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS843-0710<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Occult Historian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Basement<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Angel, Riley, Olivia, Suzanne, 53xY<br/><hr/><br/>"Nuh-uh!" One hand on her hip, the other wagging an enchanted paddle in full lecture mode. "You leave those girls alone, we're here because we love magic and you are scaring them upside-down. What kind of message are you sending?" The automaton's reach was longer than hers- arms and legs just seemed to keep going for days- but with an element that surprised even herself, she gave a short and pointed jab with the paddle's edge. For emphasis. For distraction. "Now I don't know if you're a, a haunt, or a spell, or whatever, but you need to be cool. Just be cool!" Fight or flight, this was her gamble. Live or die by force of personality. Her heart just about fluttered right up her throat and out her mouth.<br/><br/>There was too much riding on this to come down. The familiar thrill of live broadcast and having dozens, even half a hundred listeners depending on her steadied her hands as she took out her hoop earrings, and handed them to Riley.