<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/25/Calcifermini.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Calcifer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the hall<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Preparing a Shadow Claw while still being cautious<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Robin (+ Kay), Mirabelle, Sandy<br/><hr/><br/>As the ghost emerged from the chest of the Primeape, slowly took stock of things as she spoke. A Chandelure was one of the likely culprits that had been on a mental list after noting the color of the flames licking off the banner, which made things a little tricky for him at very least. Assuming, of course, this would lead to a confrontation. He wanted to try and stay amicable, but that almost seemed unlikely given the situation and the upset mother holding her child. He still had a few tricks to use thankfully, though his flames would likely be utterly useless given who they were up against.<br/><br/>While she spoke and brought up things she wouldn't have tolerated, Calcifer busied himself by brushing off the icing from his crotch, though it was clear to stay stained until he washed later. You wouldn't find him licking his fingers clean of the vanilla icing however, as much as he wanted them to be clean.<strong>"Would you have liked lilies instead?"</strong>he offered mostly in jest, not being able to help himself.<br/><br/>However, one little thing she mentioned had him peaking up, and the Charizard's lips twisted into a small grimace.<strong>"Owl? What owl? Where are they?"</strong>he asked without really expecting an answer, though he assumed they had been the real one they were suppose to be meeting here. Since they had only brought the child from the tantrum the ghost made, whereas the one that set all of this up would have been them.<br/><br/>As she began her attack on them though - with her sights set on Mirabelle first - Calcifer allowed a blackish purple aura to gather over his hands, readying perhaps one of the few useful tricks he had against a ghost should she get close enough. But considering his current sluggishness, he fully expected to tank any hits that came his way first, if only because it meant hopefully being able to get a few licks in on her himself. An air slash would have been good too, but he wanted to avoid any further collateral damage. Or hitting one of the others.