It was an afternoon like any other and various attendants and notable faces could be seen conducting their daily activities in the main hall. The native Cosmo Canyon warrior, Sutan, stood firmly still near the front door with his enormous spear in his hand. Egon seemed to be testing a tracker with Lionel and Lym, sending them to different parts of the hall to test a new feature. Launchpad could be seen over a shattered vase, desperately trying to put it back together.
Yes, 'twas a peaceful afternoon like any other, where nothing could possibly go wrong.

Even though she's not locked in her room, Twilight Sparkle is sitting in the study, practicing chess on her own, though she's still casting an occasional glance out into the rest of the manor - that she can see from her vantage point, anyways.

Julexa is downstairs next to Launchpad. Even though her head's wrapped in bandages, and one of her ears is covered, she's still able to be out and about. She can be seen handing Launchpad some pieces of the shattered vase as he points at them, as he quickly tries to assemble what appears to be a half-hearted attempt to recreate the vase to the way it once was.

Hastur walks through the manor aimlessly, still taking in everything it has to offer. He looks and notices Twilight in the study, and gives her a warm smile. He walks into the study and sits down across from her, his movements a little more stiff than usual. "Hello, Miss Sparkle. Practicing chess, eh? Mind if I were to join you?"

Mekis entered the mansion in something of a huff, Esteban following and attempting to distract him from his apparent rage. The reason for his rage was a loss at great victory, stolen by some other hero. And so Mekis had come to the mansion, hoping for a mission of some variety. One that would bring both glory and loot. "Oboyo!" He shouted with a an anger specific to the warrior. "Find me something to kill...NOW!" Esteban stood by feeling a tad helpless.

The M85 touched down on the launchpad out back carrying small shipping crate. It lumbered over off of the pad and set the crate down while Helios detached from it's head. "Right, now to see if these are up to Egon's standards." The M85 opened the crate, allowing Helios to grab one of the trackers and take it inside for Egon to see. "Hey, Egon, we got the first set of those trackers made for you. Are they up to spec?"

Launchpad wiped the sweat off of his forehead as he smiled towards the Pichu. "Whew! Thanks for the help! I was really worried for a second there, hehe." said the pelican as Lym passed by with her tracker. "Aww, Julexa! Did you break that? You've got to be careful!" Launchpad seemed a little flustered, eager to set the story straight. "Oh, no! It was my fault, I was practicing a drill for Captain Spitfire when I bumped into it."

Lym giggled, "Taking the blame for her? That's sweet of you, Launchpad. Seriously though Julexa, Mr. Oboyo will toss you out in the cold if you don't start behaving! You don't want that, do you?"

Sutan watched the angry moogle storm through the door, unmoving and probably almost uncaring. The dude's like a statue. Egon sighed as Helios approached, "I'm trying to add a new feature for them to track each other. It's simple enough to do, but I don't want it to be easily trackable from other electronic devices."

As she simultaneously looks up and moves another piece over to the other side of the board with her magic, Twilight Sparkle looks out towards the foyer at Mekis' outburst and raises an eyebrow. "I woul-hold on. I'm probably going to be doing 'damage control' tonight... Maybe some other time. I'm sorry, Hastur." Yes, it's not often that she manages to deal rather well with chaos breaking out, regardless of Discord's involvement.

With an apologetic smile at Hastur, Twilight Sparkle moves away from the chess table to do what she can to watch over the rest of the manor. "So much for a peaceful night, and a chance to relax..."

Julexa blinks. "Pi?("Oh, you've got it all wrong! I was scampering by when I heard a crash, and I saw the vase knocked over and Mr...uh..Pelican, I don't knowe your name, sorry..--") She says, with a glance over to Launchpad ("--And I figured I would stop to help him..since two heads are better then one!")" She said, with a giggle, and plops down next to Launchpad with a soft exhale.

Hastur smiles and stands up, a little slower than usual, and walks with Twilight. "Ah, Sir Mekis. This should be an interesting night, though I was hoping for a chance to give me a bit more time to recuperate after the last mission. Few too many spells. By the way, how is that spell I've given you been working for you? No problems, I hope."

Helios thinks for a moment. "Oh, that's easy. We can set up a coded frequency for you. The devices will be able to communicate with each other, but not with other ones." He looks at one of them. "We will have to use one of the unused mechon comm frequencies and just lock the channel for you. Does that sound good?"

No response. Not a good sign, thought the mallard. At least, he thought as animals often do, with a mix of instinct and slight observation. Esteban waddled over to Mekis, pecking him on the head. Mekis turned to and shouted "What!?!" Esteban had expected this and did his best to put on a hurt expression. It worked, as Mekis became a bit more calm visually. "I'm sorry Esteban, but you understand, don't you? I mean, the arrogance of the man who took what was mine!" Esteban stood, understanding

Lym giggled at the Pichu as she continued on to do her work, glancing over towards Egon for a response as to whether or not the feature was working. Launchpad pat his enormous hand on Julexa's head and sighed in relief as Lym passed by. "Thanks for the help, Julexa! Captain Spitfire will make me run the manor 20 times if she finds out I missed a step!"

Egon pondered Helios' suggestion. "That could work..are you sure those frequencies can't be easily breached? I want to make sure my devices are properly secured. There are a lot of people in this world, and some might try to turn our work against us.."

"Alright..." Twilight Sparkle stops in front of Mekis and Esteban, with one eyebrow raised. "What's this about now?"

Hastur stands ramrod straight, his arms crossed in front of him and a smile on his face, waiting for Mekis to respond to Twilight.

Julexa dipped her head slightly at the pats, wincing slightly with each. "Pi~..pichu pichi pi...!("Ouch..careful, that's where I got injured from the last hunt! It's still sore!")" She cried out, softly, as Launchpad pats her. "Pichu pi.("Your welcome though..")" The little Pichu said, giving the giant Pelican, by her standards anyway, a hug and scampering off to find the others.

"There arent that many mechon that use the command frequencies. Just ourself, really." Helios thinks for a moment. "We use the frequencies for transmitting software updated and communicating with the M85 and the transport. Thats about three out of twenty that we use with only the first one accessable to the standard mechons that we sell. Sound secure enough?"

Finally. Someone noticed. "Greetings...you. I have come here to learn of the location of some great danger that I might slay. I had planned to do so earlier, but some fool took my kill. And loot! So, where is Oboyo? He is the one that always seems to know where to find some beast." Mekis felt a tinge of embarrassment, having forgetten the small horse's name. Then he noticed Hastur was here, having a clearer memory of him. He would speak, but there were more pressing matters. Such as finding something to kill and then loot.

"I suppose so." said Egon simply. "The Chief won't like it. The Spirit Rune eminates the same frequency that other spirits do, which means the trackers will always be able to track him. I don't think there's any way to mask it." Egon glanced over the tracker again, where he could still see Lym and Lionel's test trackers from other points in the manor. It was then that he saw three more blips appear on the screen, steadily approaching the manor.

Egon sighed as he pushed his glasses closer to his face, "And now random blips are popping up." As soon as he heard Oboyo's name, he turned his back on Helios and approached Mekis, Twilight, and Hastur. "The Chief is out on personal business for the afternoon. And we're not treasure hunters, we're a policing unit. Go somewhere else if you want to find 'loot'."

"I'm sorry, Mekis, but Oboyo's... out. And I don't know when he'll be back." Twilight Sparkle bows in humble apology, extinguishing the telltale glow of magic around her horn. "If I knew where something needing extermination existed, I'd be sure to tell you, but I don't."
Twilight says 'Or... Well, there you go.'

Helios follows after Egon. "Hmmm... We could probably cobble together a signal blocker if we had his specefic frequency..." He glances at the blips on the tracker for a moment, thinking before he looks back up. "Right, how about sparring with the M85, Mekis? You would get in some non-lethal practice with a larger enemy than you." He turns to Twilight. "You can block a blade's edge, right?"

Julexa crosses the hallway, passing through the main hall and was about to climb the stairs...but that was before she hears the voices of the others that are gathered. She scampered over to a chair and scurried up the leg, sitting down upon it to be eye-level(or mostly thereof) with the others in the room, as she listens in to whatever conversation they may or may not be holding while she was helping Launchpad with the vase.

Hastur cracks his knuckles, smiling. "Sir Mekis could spar with me. I'll make sure to hold back enough power that I don't really injure him."

Mekis was in no mood for any mockery. "Do you insult me and my ways? How dare you! Why I have the right mind to challenge you to a duel, but I shall refrain due to fear of destroying your honor with but a single stike, so I shall refrain from going on this quarrel any further." Mekis turned to the horse, "I thank you for your courtesy milady. Hastur. Have you kept that book safe? I would hope so. And though I would like to take you up on the offer, I'm certain that somthing to kill will come up soon I'll give it ten minutes. Tops." Esteban, meanwhile, had felt a bit insulted at being called a duck. he had always preferred the term mallard. It sounded much nicer to him.

Having said his piece to the moogle, Egon turned to respond to Helios' suggestion. "That's the thing, ghosts don't have specific frequencies. The Spirit Rune, scientifically, is no different than a ghost itself. Hell, it was a ghost at one point." Egon then turned to the tracker again, watching the three blips begin to converge on his own signal.

"Now it's just taunting me. Or..is it?" asked Egon, looking up towards the ceiling as a trio voices began to sing Ride of the Valkyries in unison. A strong gust of wind began to blow throughout the manor, knocking paintings off the walls and pushing chairs around. Three ghosts descended from the ceiling, proud of their handiwork as they continued to sing together. One had a pointed nose, one had a round nose, and the third one was tubbier than the other two.

As their song came to a close, the pointy nosed ghost held his arms to his sides and glared at everyone in the room. "Alright, which one of you wise guys has been running around 'busting' ghosts?!"

Helios flickers his lens as he looks up at them. "Well, it looks like an opprotunity to get a frequency sample just showed up." He thought for a moment." "Um, all of us? Who want's to know?" He called up at them.

As she prepares to levitate Julexa onto her back, Twilight Sparkle flicks one ear in the direction of the ghosts, before sighing and shaking her head as she instead turns to face them. "Oh, just wonderful... More clueless ghosts?"

Trixie scoffed as she looked at the ghosts "Trixie is personally responsible for two of them. Besides, if they hadn't been causing trouble, they wouldn't have been, as you so eloquently put it, 'Busted'"

Trixie scoffed as she looked at the ghosts "Well, The Great and Powerful Trixie is personally responsible for two of them. Besides, if they hadn't been causing trouble, they wouldn't have been, as you so eloquently put it, 'Busted'"

Hastur looks at the ghosts, the smile gone from his face. He uncrosses his arms and clenches his fists, ready if the ghosts try anything hostile.

Julexa glances upward at the cieling, tilting her head. What were they getting on about? She hasn't 'busted' any ghosts...no, wait..there was that one time in Tr--no, wait, she was just sitting around for that one. Oh..there was that one in the t--oh, no..that one she didn't help much with either..hmm, guess she hasn't biusted any ghosts yet. Oh well...she goes back to sitting and not paying attention.

"Clueless?!" shouted the pointy nosed ghost as he turned towards his cohorts. "Did ya hear that, fellas? That prune said we ain't got a clue!" The round nosed ghost grinned wickedly as it floated about. "Heh heh. What's a clue? Does it stink?" The tubby one then chimed in. "Ohh, I love prunes! Can I eat her? I bet I'll be pooping her out for days!"

The pointed nose ghost thwapped them both. "Focus, you blockheads! We don't take too kindly to you people 'busting' up us ghosts. So we just thought that we'd drop by and do a little 'busting' ourselves!" shouted the pointed nose ghost as the three of them disappeared and split up across the manor, causing a series of screams and environmental damage.

Egon grit his teeth as he put his experimental tracker away. "This isn't good. Without the Spirit Rune, we can't break down their ghostly material. We'll just have to do this the old fashioned way. Twilight, you and Hastur go to the planning room. There's an experimental proton gun on the table there, as well as some trackers. Bring them back here. Mekis, come with me down the west hall. Trixie, stay put for a second and keep the Pichu safe, will you?"

Egon wasn't naturally leadership material, but when it came to busting, he was serious business. Launchpad seemed to be cowering in a corner, it seemed he never told anyone that he was actually afraid of ghosts.

With a nod, Twilight Sparkle turns, galloping off to the planning room to retrieve the equipment with her magic. "I'm on it. Keep me covered, Hastur."

"Right, we will go with Twilight and Hastur, we know where the gun is kept." Helios flies after them. "Get a trap too, thay are in the cabinet over there."

"Right then. Away we go!" Mekis quickly got behind Egon, then soon in front of him, leading without knowing where they were headed. Needless to say, Mekis was excited. Esteban, not so much.

Julexa saw Launchpad cowering in a corner. She hopped off of the chair and scampered over to the pelican, rubbing into his side with his cheek to try and keep him calm. "Pichu!("It'll be okay. We'll make it through this I'm sure..")" She says, in an attempt to calm the shaking Launchpad down. Of course, she had absolutely no idea if they'd be able to make it though. Of course, what did she know? Her attention to details is all but nil.

Hastur nods and bolts to the planning room with Twilight, pulling his book from his pack and beginning to flip through it. "Gotta take it easy on the spells. Too much in this weaker state and I could end up comatose. A binding spell might be able to keep them in one place long enough for us to knock them around a bit, but we need to get them back inoto the hall. Better just focus on keeping Twilight covered." Me mutters three words and his hands take on a light blue hue. 'There. Now I can at least hit them.'

Trixie scoffs but makes her way over to the pichu Oh please, the big one looks like all he's going to wind up destroying is a cake..."

As Egon arrived at his room, he unlocked his locker where he stored his proton gun. He then unlocked another locker for Mekis as he began to strap his equipment on. "You should recognize those. Grab three, if you can carry them."

Before Twilight, Hastur, and Helios could leave the planning room, the round nosed ghost popped in front of the door. "Smellegram!" shouted the ghost as he exhaled a thick cloud of green gas.

Not long after everyone dispersed, the tubby ghost returned to the main hall. "Hey I got a bowl--aww, where'd the prune go?" whined the ghost as he eyed Trixie and Julexa. "Ohh, a blueberry AND a lemon? This place is GREAT!" The tubby ghost then began to slam repeatedly on the ground, causing the room to shake.

"Smellegram?" Helios flickers his lens. "Please, you will have to do better than that. Twilight, grab him with the proton gun!"

"Got the equipment..." Being hit with the noxious cloud before she can leave is enough to make Twilight Sparkle gag, turning away to try and avoid the surprise-gassing. "Ugh, that smells HORRIBLE...!"

Despite her averse reaction, however, Twilight Sparkle rushes out of the room, tearing up on the way out. "What vile ghosts... I hope I don't get the urge to throw up from that..."

Trixie lets out a shriek as she turns to run, lifting Julexa onto her back with her magic "I may have been wrong about the tubby one being dangerous to only cakes!" she begins to dash off down the east hallway with the pokemon on her back.

Julexa blinks. A lemon? Was she really that fat? The little Pichu pokes at her stomach with a bit of a frown. She raises an eyebrow, and pokes again, just to make sure.

Mekis nodded, recognizing the traps, though only mildy. He had only used such a thing once before. "Esteban, come here and help carry these boxes here." Mekis placed two traps on the mallard's back, then grabbed a third to carry himself. "There. Let us go kill some ghosts, shall we?"

Hastur reaches through the gas, not appearing to be affected by it, attempting to grab the ghost by the throat where he last saw it.

Egon grinned slightly as he began to head down the hall, glancing towards Mekis and his faithful mount. "In the past I would say that you can't kill what's already dead, but the Chief and his rune has proved me wrong on that. Besides, we're just going to trap them. Something's..different about these three."

Before Egon and Mekis could make it back, the pointed nose ghost popped up from under the ground and lifted the red rug stretching across the hall. "Have a nice trip, boys! See you next Fall!" The ghost then sent a gust of air under the rug, causing a wavelike ripple towards them. Egon tripped over the ripple and fell to the ground.

The stinky ghost let out a 'Yeark!' as Hastur grabbed him by the throat. He rose his arms and prepared to convey a message in sign language, "Well shucks! I guess I can't breath on you anymore now that you have me by the throat! Oh by the way, did I mention that I had chipoltle on the way here?" The ghost then began to nuke the room with gas out of its ass.

The tubby ghost ceased jumping for a second as Trixie ran off with Julexa. "Aww..come back! Man, I -hate- fast food!" moaned the ghost as it began to fly after her

"We shall use Egon's trackers to attempt to locate Oboyo, in the unlikely event that the guns are unsucessful. Stay safe until then, Twilight!" Helios darted out the door and past the incoming Trixie, Julexa, and tubby ghost towards the Rear Courtyard where the M85 waited. "Come, M85! We've no time to waste!" The enormous mechon simply shrugged and strapped Helios to its head, taking off into the sky.

Trixie continued to run down the corridor, slipping into the dining hall, she closed the doors behind her with her magic, quickly diving under the table, forgetting about the pokemon on her back.

Julexa eeps and quickly ducks down, gripping onto Trixie with all of her might as she runs along, as the tubby ghost chases them. "Piiii~!(I hope you know what your dooooiinnngggg!")" She yells out as she tries to flatten herself as much as she could

As she realizes she's left Hastur behind, Twilight Sparkle curses inwardly, doubling back and taking a deep breath to try weathering any other attacks from the ghosts, even as her horn lights up. 'No, no - this isn't good! Hold on, I'm coming back!'.

Hastur winces as the ghost begins to gas the room again, then gets a look of rage in his eyes. Gripping the ghost firmly around the throat, Hastur begins to wail on the ghost with his right hand, slapping, punching, and doing all he can to strike at the ghost to...."discourage" future gassing attempts.

"I'll be fine! You go on ahead and help the others deal with the other two! I'll teach this one a lesson about manners around a lady and head back to the hall. Quickly, go!" Hastur continues to beat on the ghost. "You...don't....expel....gases....in front... of.. a woman!"

Mekis was a bit surprised by the sudden apearence of the ghost, but he was not caught off-guard. He also found the ghost's puns ridiculous. Mekis jumped over the ripple with rather simple ease. "Really? " He said, "Is that all you have? Come on!" He continued forward throwing the trap forward. He hoped it would slide far enough to hit the ghost. Having no time to see if that was true, he stepped on the button, opening the trap. He probably should have checked. Esteban ateempted to get the traps back, having been unable to become airborne with the extra weight, tripping on the carpet.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! How are you Ow! Even ow! Hitting me ow! That's not fair ow! Are you even ow! Reading my hands? Ow! I mean ow! What are you ow! Even trying to ow! Accomplish by ow! Hitting me ow! Over and over ow! Again? Ow!..oh yeah. I don't feel pain!" signed the round nosed ghost with his hands, making no real move to get away.

Egon mumbled and began to rise to his feet, wasting no time to fire a proton stream at the ghost. "Ahh! What the crap?!" shouted the ghost as he felt paralyzed. The trap landed just before the ghost, but it wasn't quite close enough. "Mekis! I can't hold him for long! Hurry up and get it closer!"

The tubby ghost slammed through the door of the kitchen with its tongue hanging out of his mouth. "You guys led me -here-?! Oh man! This is just too much!"

Even though she's not quite to the room yet, Twilight Sparkle stops as she catches a whiff and recoils before rushing off to provide aid for Trixie and Julexa. "Uh, right... I'm going to help Trixie, and get away from that ghost... Be careful!"

Julexa glances at Trixie, as if to ask: 'What are you planning? Please tell me your planning something!', complete with pleading eyes and the whole works as the Pichu peeks around Trixie and back to the ghost.

Mekis knew he should have checked. He removed his foot, closing the trap, then kicked it across the floor under the ghost. Running over quickly to repeat his previous action, Mekis made sure to check this time. 'Looks good' he thought. Mekis stepped down, opening the trap once more. Esteban had managed to return the traps to their place on his back. Some would wonder how, but it wasn't important.

Trixie stayed under the table, the tablecloth hiding her position as she backs out the other side of the table, crawling away from the door she entered through.

Hastur shrugs and continues to wail on the ghost, slowly walking to the main hall as he holds the ghost aloft. When he gets there, he pulls out his book with his free hand and chants. "Bankorok, Aretak, Ulyaoth." He lets go of the ghost the moment a blue sphere begins to surround the ghost.

"Aww, this -sucks-!" shouted the pointy nosed ghost, disappearing into the trap. Egon released his proton stream and nodded towards Mekis, proceeding back towards the main hall. "Leave that one there, we've got to find the other two!"

The tubby ghost floats over to a fruit bowl and proceeds to down the produce inside, causing it to fall through him and to make a mess on the floor. "Mmm! You know what this bowl is missing? Lemons, blueberries, and PRUNES!" shouted the ghost as he began to hop on the ground again, causing the room to shake violently.

The stinky ghost continues to sign from behind the bubble, but he soon becomes impossible to see behind a thick cloud of green gas.

Julexa wobbles and shakes as the room starts to move around again. Man, was she getting tired of this, but thwere was really nothing that the little Pichu can do. She just holds on tight and waits for something to develop, hopefully favorably.

As she gallops into the dining room, Twilight Sparkle yelps as she's suddenly forced to the floor by the violent shaking, somehow managing to keep the proton gun aloft with her magic as she shares a look with Trixie and Julexa. "I'm here to hel-w-whoa...!"

Mekis considered the box a moment after being told to leave it. More or less, it was wonderful loot, but on the other, he had an obligation to help the others, first and foremost. Mekis turned and followed Egon, Esteban following close on their heels.

Trixie gives a yell as the room shook, standing up "Fine! You want Prunes Blueberries and Lemons? Here!" the named fruits float from under her cloak, composed of beads and scent balls, and frozen together with ice. She lobs the fake fruits toward the ghost one after another.

Hastur stands there, making sure the ghost remains contained within the sphere.

The icy fruits simply pass through the tubby ghost as he ceased shaking the ground. "Wait, wait, wait. That's not a lemon! That's lemon DROP!" shouted the ghost as he began to dive towards Julexa and Trixie, but was suddenly caught by Egon's proton stream. "Twilight! He's too big for my gun alone! Fire that thing on him and don't let go! And for the love of everything, do -NOT- cross your stream into mine! You know the drill, Mekis!"

As she recovers from being knocked to the floor, Twilight Sparkle simultaneously nods and turns her own magically-suspended proton gun on the second ghost, being careful to avoid crossing the beam with Egon's. "Got it...!"

Trixie dove off to the side with a shout as the ghost moved for her, getting back up and looking at the halted ghost "Just for that, I'm expressly going to ask that frog not to make you a cake!"

Julexa gets rolled off of Trixie's back and lands on the ground with a plop. She sighed, and got up...staring at the ghost. Glancing over to Twilight as she does so: "Pichu..pi!("Thank goodness you got here, Twilight. I was afraid that the ghost was going to add us to it's diet..")" She says, as she stretches a bit and shkes some to settle her fur down.

Mekis nodded, retrieving a trap from Esteban's back. He ran quickly, sliding the trap underneath the ghastly being, opening it with a step.

As the trap opened up, it began to suck the tubby ghost inside. "But I didn't even get seeecooonds!" shouted the ghost as it disappeared. Egon released his proton stream and briefly eyed everyone in the room, making sure no one was hurt. He then stepped out of the kitchen and faced Hastur and his ghost, unlatching his trap from his utility belt and placing it under the bubblefied ghost. "Nicely done, Hastur. Go ahead and let it go; we'll trap it in here."

Hastur says 'You sure you want me to? That bastard reeks.'

Egon nodded. "Things around here can't get any worse at this point. Just hold your nose."

Hastur shrugs and dispels the sphere.

With a relieved sigh, Twilight Sparkle levitates Julexa onto her back, with her only 'injury' being shaken up.
Twilight Sparkle nods, taking a deep breath and holding her nose with one forehoof.

Julexa 'borrowed' a few beakssa from Trixie. What does she do with them? Stick them in her nostrils, what else? They're the perfect size..and right now, she was not about to hold her breath--her lungs don't have that kind of capacity.

Mekis grabbed the filled trap, then followed the others to watch the final ghost be caught. However, after getting a distant whiff of the odors there, Mekis chose to, instead, grab the other used trap. The ghost hunter would probably appreciate the premptive collecting.

Trixie glares at the trap as the moogle took it along with him, followinf after, clueless about the scent bomb she's walking toward "Hmm, serves you tight for trying to make a meal of The Great and Powerful Trixie."

As the sphere was dispelled, thick smelly gas encompassed the entire hall. Egon wasted no time stepping his foot on the trap, causing it to suck the smelly ghost up within it. He then strapped the gun to his back and made his way back to the main hall, beckoning the others to join him. Before stopping in the main hall, Egon continued down the west hall to retrieve the last filled trap. Upon returning, he smiled for possibly the first time before joining the Paranormal Deliverance Force.

"Now -that- was some ghost busting! Ha-ha! Who needs that 'magical' Spirit Rune, anyway? Well done, all of you! I'll take those traps, Mekis. I gotta figure out what to do with them once the Chief gets back...oh god..the Chief!" shouted Egon as he spotted Oboyo standing at the main entrance of his trashed manor. How long had he been standing there? "Well I see that things have gone smoothly here while I've been gone."

On the way back to her room, with Julexa riding on her back, Twilight Sparkle stops as she catches sight of Oboyo, half-bowing and bending her forelegs out of respect. "Welcome back, Oboyo... And yes, they have."

Hastur smiles and bows as well, then makes his way to Twilight, his tome in hand. "Hey, Twilight.... think you could put this in your library for me? I think it's time I focused on my martial skills, rather than my use of the Tome. I know the healing spell, and that's all I should have to know."

Julexa blinks at Egon's outburst, only to look over and notice Oboyo. She secretly wonders how long he was actually standing there and how much he saw. "Pichu pi!(" Oh, greetings..as smooth as possible I guess? Also..uh...how long were you standing there?")" She asks, not in a vindictive tone, but more of a: 'I didn't know you were there' kind of way.

Trixie meandered back into the mane hall, shaking her head in agitation at the smell "Ugh, who -did- that? You should be ashamed!" she threw a few scented beads the smell of cinnamon and peppermint attempting to overpower the stench.

Mekis hesitated a moment before handing the traps over. They were the only existing loot from the mission. Still, he had helped in the defeat, and it had distracted him from the day. Mekis looked to Oboyo and said "Welcome back. Your staff has a lot of work ahead of them."

Oboyo didn't seem amused as he coldly stepped forward and began to head up the stairs to his room. "I'll be in my room." is all he said, showing neither approval nor concern for the state of the manor. Egon scratched his head, "Wonder what happened with him?..well, I guess we should take a look around and make sure everyone else is alright. Haven't heard from Lym or Lionel since the ghosts attacked."

He then attempted to head down the west hall to search for Lym, but stopped for a second to notice that Launchpad was still in a corner cowering. He simply rolled his eyes and continued on.

With a yawn, Twilight Sparkle moves to her room, though she looks at the dozing Pichu on her back along the way, nodding to the rest of the group. "Let's hope my room isn't damaged... And good night, Trixie, everyone." However, she stops long enough to take the tome from Hastur, smiling tiredly at him as she retires to her room for rest. "I can do that, Hastur - and good job. Now, good night..."

Trixie watches Oboyo with a roll of her eyes "Hmpf, well, someone is in a sour mood..." she made her way off down the hallway, to find a place to sleep that didn't smell like chili farts.

Hastur smiles and heads to his own room. "Phew...time to sleep.... for a few days.... training can begin when I decide to wake up."

21 weeks remain...