[E-Soul nods. If it's all fake, and Tristan's reasoning is sound - he's already worked scare acting and ran a 'satanic' ritual - then he is going to hunt down whoever is responsible for creating the electronic interference and hit their elbow against something solid to see how they like the sensation of the feedback as function restored. If not...]
[E-Soul unfolds his arms and dips his head. Trust Tristan to frame it so graciously, as though he were doing them a favour. A softly amused breath escapes him.]
I am. [It's his task to see through, after all. He knows he's lucky Tristan chose get involved; he's not about to waste that.] Let's go.
Ah-- before entering. May I...give you a spell? Just in case. [they lift and tilt a gloved hand in tandem with a one-shoulder shrug.] Not out of doubt, but simply...to put my own mind at ease, I suppose.
[they'd rather not regret it, should something go awry and their magic not been ready to avert it.]
[For the briefest of moments, E-Soul remembers Shang Chao leaning over his outstretched arm, working on the gauntlet he wears as Xia Qing watches the adjustments closely. As ever, it stings.
[they reach over and touch E-Soul on the bicep. there's no visible tell, but there is a kind of buzz, a little nudge of anticipatory energy being introduced and stored up. a bit of guidance - a means to make sure footing surer, or a dodge more effective...once, at least.
it's as brief as a greeting touch, and Tristan smiles, satisfied, and leads the way into the spooky house.]
Let us see...if this place is a very good ruse...or a very haunted house. I didn't hear what you said you heard when you called, but maybe now, here in the same space... hm...
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Date: 2026-04-23 07:42 pm (UTC)Alone?
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Date: 2026-04-23 07:45 pm (UTC)If you're willing, your accompaniment only do me well. There's still some traps I'm unable to detect on my own.
[and if there are ghosts with a vendetta for E-Soul in particular, well...what good will Tristan alone be?]
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Date: 2026-04-23 11:51 pm (UTC)I am. [It's his task to see through, after all. He knows he's lucky Tristan chose get involved; he's not about to waste that.] Let's go.
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Date: 2026-04-23 11:54 pm (UTC)Ah-- before entering. May I...give you a spell? Just in case. [they lift and tilt a gloved hand in tandem with a one-shoulder shrug.] Not out of doubt, but simply...to put my own mind at ease, I suppose.
[they'd rather not regret it, should something go awry and their magic not been ready to avert it.]
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Date: 2026-04-24 12:25 am (UTC)[For the briefest of moments, E-Soul remembers Shang Chao leaning over his outstretched arm, working on the gauntlet he wears as Xia Qing watches the adjustments closely. As ever, it stings.
Put that way, how could he turn Tristan down?]
...Go ahead.
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Date: 2026-04-24 12:30 am (UTC)[they reach over and touch E-Soul on the bicep. there's no visible tell, but there is a kind of buzz, a little nudge of anticipatory energy being introduced and stored up. a bit of guidance - a means to make sure footing surer, or a dodge more effective...once, at least.
it's as brief as a greeting touch, and Tristan smiles, satisfied, and leads the way into the spooky house.]
Let us see...if this place is a very good ruse...or a very haunted house. I didn't hear what you said you heard when you called, but maybe now, here in the same space... hm...