Ghosts of The Past, Not the Good Kind, Though
Mei slinked around the outskirts of the graveyard, as per usual. As much as it is possible for someone to slink when carrying a beeping contraption of taped together devices. As much as she used to find these hunts to be interesting, everything had lost its luster after her encounter with Marie. As iron rusts when it finally goes outside and is used as intended, as a tool, Mei was slowly wilting in her own way as well. Flaking on her normal "scouting missions". No longer carrying around her bulky raincoat wherever she went. It was kind of freeing, in a sense, but at the same time, she missed having pockets. However, the girl was interrupted as the part of her spiritual energy conductor that used to be a metal detector began to go crazy. She darted down the hill, nearly tripping over herself as she did a mixture of a shuffle and a run down the steep incline, before coming to what the signal was coming from- a blue van. Periwinkle, even. It was faded with time, almost a portal ...