<strong>Name:</strong>Tyler James “T.J.” Matautia<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Back Room of the Underworld Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday (ish)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><br/>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/89/37/a1/8937a10d8b353e0682bd923203ac45e4.jpg)<br/><br/>When he took the coin, there was a searing effect that caught his attention and he looked down at his hand.<strong>”Ow.”</strong>He said in a mix of pain and surprise. Shaking his hand softly, he frowned and looked back at the doctor who seemed to have suffered the same fate he did. Musing his options for a moment, TJ shrugged and sat back down, crossing his hands together on the table.<strong>”Doc, you were talking about kids in the pediatric ward. Maybe… Maybe we should start there? Because I don’t know about you guys, but randomly accosting children in the street and checking to see if they’re all right… we’ll be in jail before three ‘o clock.”</strong>He smirked for a moment, before looking back at them.<br/><br/><strong>”So what’s All Souls’ day, anyway?”</strong><br/>