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[not_lugosi]

Bela arrives, moving a little more slowly than usual, but with her familiar smirk. It's been an interesting day. In the end it was a quite profitable one, even if she's paid for it in bruises.

Ghosts can be so pesky when you try to take their treasures.

Tiny tag: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler

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[stillbecoming]

Now she's frowning. The lumpy kind that try to eat you might actually be preferable.

"I'll help if I can," she says, after a moment's hesitation. "What was the deal?"

[not_lugosi]

"It was made out of desperation, as these kinds of things tend to be. His wife was dying of ovarian cancer. In his distraught state, he sought out a crossroads demon, and sold himself for her health and ten whole years with her."

The lie comes so easily that Bela hasn't the time to feel guilty about telling it. Not that she would, necessarily. But lying to people here is somewhat different than lying to people back home, she is realizing.

[stillbecoming]

In his distraught state is a weird thing to hear out of somebody's mouth.

She nods, though. "And -- black oily smoke? Not a punchable thing, I'm guessing?"

[not_lugosi]

She shakes her head. "Not at all. Plus they're fast in that form, and can pretty much go where they please."