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"Ehhh? But that means going out and going out means that Little Blondie might die." Floyd whined, kicking his legs childishly with a pout. But for all his huffing, he did stand up and stretch, cleaning up the food on the floor. "Mhmmm but if you want to, I don't mind. I'd like to give the owner a good punch myself." Stretching out his gangly limbs, he flashed Laura a smile. "Well, what are we waiting for? let's go!"

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"Wait! I know it was my idea,but are you sure? I don't want to expose us,more specifically you since you have more chances of survival than me,and I don't wanna take that away from you... Let's just sit here for a while more and think of a good plan....if you want to,of course." she kindly suggested.

i mostly did that cuz i have to go sorryyyyy good night

The speakers flared again, bringing the dreadful voice of the owner. “Aright everyone, bedtime. Hope you guys don’t need a bedtime story because the only thing you’ll get is eternal sleep. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the spirits are usually restless around this time, so I would be on the lookout if you don’t want to get killed.” The speakers shut off and everyone was left with dimming lights and an unpleasant atmosphere. Of course, not many spirits usually became restless at this hour, but instead they received unpleasant reminders of their past, or even high pitched noises. Just like dogs, spirits can hear things on a higher pitch than humans can. The owner was practically using a dog whistle.

Meitso had lazily tried to help cure Turata’s poison but it was most likely unsuccessful. They wouldn’t know until he got on his feet again or died. “Well... guess I gotta stay here and help you out until morning...” Meitso groaned, staring at the small speaker in the corner. Since she was technically now human, she wouldn’t be able to hear anything from the speakers.

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Clutching her head in pain as the noises woke her up from the nap she was having. Groaning in pain, she looked around for a place to go before she loses control and attack anything in her path. The noises doesn't relive her unpleasant memories but instead make her go on a killing streak. Let's just say whenever he uses that tactic, Amelia will always end up killing the most people. She has learnt to lock herself in a room and just destroy everything in it until morning comes. She was always responsible for the destruction of the hotel. Quickly, she escaped to the room next door to spare the humans there before starting to lose full control.

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"booo planing is Jade's thing, I just go ahead a squeeze everyone who gets in our way~" Floyd giggled, ready to set out before the announcement over the speakers interrupted him. Scowling at the news, he sat back down. Under any other circumstances where he wasn't working with someone, he would have simply charged ahead uncaring of the consequences. But he had Little Blondie to take care of now so he had to think a little bit more. "Ugh, had to come at the worst time. Oh well, lets go to bed or whatever. I'll take watch and wake you up for second watch."

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After how long, Amelia finally got a grip on herself. The noise just a mere background sound as her mind slowly got used to it. "Oops..." Sweat-dropping as she surveyed the level of damage she made on the room. "He is going to kill me again..." The table in pieces, the walls had claw marks, the bed... Let's not talk about it. Picking up the broken pieces, she started to clean up the mess she had created. To make things easier she turned to her human form, only to drop a piece on her foot. "OW!" A shout of pain left her mouth.

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“Sleep well kid... you’ll need it...” she muttered to Turata as she sat on the floor, leaning against the couch he was rested on. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep with him coughing and groaning all night, so she decided to leave once he had fallen asleep. She never really needed to sleep as a spirit, so it was weird to feel the sudden tiredness like this. Well, nevermind that. She had some scouting to do...

And with that, Yoshitiro began to do his work. He had ordered various ghosts to search for them and do whatever they pleased. He had specifically targeted Meitso due to his annoyance with her, but he knew that would never work. After a few minutes he reconsidered it and decided to target Laura, since that would most likely set Floyd off and give him the upper hand. Of course this was probably childish or stupid to do stuff like this, but it was his hotel and he could do what he wanted.

Aight who wants some backstory of this guy, and maybe Meitso who I might save for later

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"No! You deserve some rest too! You just barely got off the hook with our ghost encounters,I wanna stay up for watch! I have this to protect myself as well." she said as she picked up the knife from earlier. "That b*tch Meitso....acting all nice and kind... I shouldn't have interacted with a ghost anyway..." she thought to herself,clenching her fist and tightening her grip of the knife. The change of lighting absolutely frightened her but she would eventually get used to it. She approached Floyd and grabbed on to him,looking him in the eyes with the saddest expression she could make "Pleaaaseeee? I promise I'll protect you."

"No!" He yelled, seemingly unaffected by the puppy eyes Laura was making. Gnawing his lip as he tore his eyes away from Laura's very effective pleading gaze, Floyd tried to push her away but found that he didn't particularly want to. "You're tiny and weak, just like a shrimp. Shrimpy's should be the ones protected, not the other way around." He weakly argued trying really really hard not to give into that look that Laura was giving him. It only took a few more seconds before Floyd crumbled under the power of puppy eyes. "Fine... You take first watch then. But you have to wake me up if you think something is wrong. No matter what, okay?"

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"Yes!!!" she chuckled a bit "I will wake you up if things start to get weird. You have my word.... Rest well~" For a second she thought he was completely unaffected by her puppy eyes. She was glad it worked though because even if it was just the first day,Floyd seemed to be the one being at the other end of a knife. "Here,you can use my bag as a pillow." said as as she took it off.

"Finally.. Done!" Piling the broken piece to the side of the room, she finally cleaned the room that has suffered under her wrath for a couple of minutes. Ok, half an hour. "I really hate that noise... He is just using it to get on my nerves agin." Grumbling that under her breathe, she left the room.

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"Nah, you keep that. Backpacks make a good shield." Floyd waved off, shedding his outer layers. Folding his scarf up nice and neat, he used it as a pillow and lay on the floor. Pulling his jacket up to his shoulders, Floyd closed his eyes not really falling asleep but resting none the less.

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"Rest well~" she said cheerfully. She held her knife tight and kept vigilant watch over Floyd and the room. She also tried to listen to any possible footsteps or anything supernatural. She also tried to not blink as much,failing in the process. Missing even the slightest movement or sound could make the difference between life and death.

Floyd's rest wasn't exactly restful, perhaps it was the high pitch wail that he couldn't hear that set his body on edge, or maybe the whole "i'm trapped in a death game" situation was finally catching up to him, but he woke up intermittently, stayed awake for a few seconds before closing his eyes again. Sleeping on the ground wasn't a new experience for him, it was something he had long since accepted would be the normal, so it wasn't the new sleeping position that was bothering him. Rolling over with an annoyed grunt, Floyd closed his eyes again, willing himself to at least rest

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Laura was a bit worried,seeing him roll around and try to get comfortable. She got quite far from him to make space for him to sleep. She was still on her feet and on the lookout for pretty much anything. She was glad he was the one resting,since he was the brawns of the team. Not that she was the brains but still.

"stop thinking so loudly." Floyd grumbled, sitting up when it became clear to him that sleep would not be coming easily. Scooting over to sit with Laura, the taller sighed at regarded his companion with a raised eyebrow. "Well? Wanna talk about it or something?"

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"Huh?" She looked down and noticed him sitting next to her. She sat alongside him with her legs crossed. "Talk about what? Is there something bothering you?" She completely ignored that the question was supposed to be directed at her. She made sure she wouldn't accidentally stab him while sitting down.

Meitso silently weaved around the nearby spirits, holding her blade in her hand as she walked. The blade’s presence deterred the spirits who noticed her, giving her a free pass to make her way to Yoshitiro’s office. She let out a giggle as she placed her hand in the doorknob, turning it and waltzing inside. “Oh! Looks like I made a wrong turn, woopsies! Ooh but this place looks interesting...” she muttered as she walked closer to the annoyed and angry owner. “What the hell are you doing here... Don’t you have someone to watch over...” He growled, still not turning around to face her. “And didn’t you have a family to watch over?” There was silence, Yoshitiro’s face had gone pale. She let out a small laugh. “Ah that’s right... You couldn’t do anything about it! After all, I forced you to watch as they suffered in my small little game... Don’t you remember? Ah... That day was just so fun! If I had your power, I would relive that day over and over and over and over...” she continued to say those two words as she slowly made her way around his chair. Her knife’s point was scraping the leather, soon meeting his face. “Silent today, aren’tcha?” She bent down to meet his wide eyes. “Didn’t want to go all Mosas on you, casting plagues until you finally listened to me... But as Pharaoh you left me no choice, I had to kill your sweet son... Don’t forget about that beautiful wife of yours, that happy face disgusted me...” she picked up a picture of his family of 3, looking down at it before returning her gaze to his. “So of course, I made a mask!” She giggled and pulled out a mask with his wife’s face on it. “And of course I didn’t paint it onto a flimsy old piece of plastic, I ripped the skin right off her face!” She held the mask by the chin as she moved it over her face. “Isn’t it nice to see her face again?” She smiled as she shoved it onto his face, not even giving him enough time to react. “I would love to sit here and talk all about our memories together, but you’re right... I do have someone to watch over...” The smile had left her face as she stood up and slowly walked out of the room. She looked down at the bandages that started to fall off, sighing before opening the door to Turata’s room

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"Yup~" popping the p in an annoying fashion, Floyd leaned back on his hands to roll his eyes. "What's annoying me is that you like to keep things to yourself. We're a team y'know." he huffed, no trace of a bite in his voice. Yeah, he was frustrated but he could also understand keeping one's cards close to their heart. Even Floyd did that, but he had a nagging feeling that this particular instance was better shared than kept under wraps

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Meitso looked over at the couch Turata was resting on, noticing he finally fell asleep. Color was beginning to return to his skin and he wasn’t coughing, which she assumed was good. She sat down on the floor and sighed, looking up at the ceiling just to see a spirit spying on them. She didn’t do anything and just waited until it got the message, then took off. Now that she finally had a full body, she could do whatever she wanted in this world. She could re-live her life and forget about all this... She finally had a chance to start over, undo all her regrets and mistakes... Why did she decide to stay here instead? Why did she do all this? For the first time in decades, her eyes closed all on their own and she drifted off to sleep.

Yoshitiro couldn’t even think straight. What in the world happened...? Why did she have to do that...? In pure rage and confusion he slammed the mask on the ground and yelled out before sitting back down and staring blankly at the monitors. Any minute now, some spirits would arrive to hopefully torment Laura and Floyd. He knew it would be pointless but it was all he could do for now since the other guests were nowhere to be found.

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