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[Liz is currently sitting in the hallway in front of a line of pumpkins, her gaze bereft and full of tears. Her voice is choked and she sounds like a complete and total mess.

Hysterics are approaching.]

Look, ummm... I, like, don't even know if anyone will hear this, but... Could I, like, get some help, please?

The pumpkins...

[She breaks off in a choked sob, hands over her face.]

I- I t-tried to, like, pick it up, but I can't... I keep going right through it. I almost had it with my telekenesis, but it started, like, screaming and it startled me and I tried to grab it, but... She told me not to and yelled at me, but I couldn't put it back... She screamed and...

[She chokes off, unable to finish. She'll be sitting in the hallway with her best friend Tori's pumpkin practically disolved on the floor in front of her.

Problem with being a ghost... it's possible no one will even see her sitting there. They will see the pumpkin, sure, and hear her crying/talking, but it's all up to YOU! Maybe you will see her. Who knows!!!]

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Yeah. I'll start looking. If you, uh, find it first, tell me and I'll help you smash it, okay?

[And he's already off searching.]

[Ezra, you are the bestest person ever! She looks miseraly at the pumpkin before her before slowly rising to her feet.]

T-thanks, Ezra...

[Seriously, she might be a cheerleader and a total and complete girl, but she's been far more productive in the past. How could she just sit here and let him look alone?

So, since she's ghosty right now, anyway, she takes advantage and begins searching. It's amazing how much quicker things go when you can just walk through sections of wall. However, it's not without price, as with each wall she passes it gets harder and harder to do so without feeling the effects.

It hurts. It has never hurt before.

She's searching for a bit when she winds up on the fourth floor and comes face to face with her own pumpkin. She exhales and reaches for it with trembling hands, but she's still very much unable to pick it up. She fumbles out her journal, sounded winded and strained when she speaks.]

Ezra... fourth floor or the barracks. I'm kinda, like, ghosty right now. I think I can at least tip it over, but my powers aren't working too well...

[Ezra has been scrambling around the keep, going pumpkin to pumpkin, cursing under his breath as he continues to fail at finding the single pumpkin he's looking for. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

So when he opens his journal again and hears the message for him, he sighs in relief. There was the hard part over with. He replies with a quick 'I'm coming' and boots it to the barracks, skidding to a halt as he approaches Liz's ghostly form. Honestly? Before Vertiline and the Keep, ghosts were to Ezra something inherently wrong, and he can't help but flinch a bit at the sight of her. But this was his friend, and she wasn't evil, and he suppresses the part of him that is still trying to tell him that Ghosts Are Bad. Funny how being brought back from death will change the way a person sees things like that.]

I'm here. So you just want me to, uh. Smash it, right?

[He looks at the pumpkin they've spent so much time searching for. He knew he was here to destroy it, but seeing the carving beside the original suddenly made the whole thing kind of weird.]

[Liz feels a swell of relief as Ezra appears, a faint smile alighting on her lips. She's not entirely see through, although if he wanted he could physically walk right through her right now.

Her gaze flits from Ezra and back to the pumpkin with her face. Liz's expression flattens as the pumpkin continues to whisper and mutter at her.]

Yeah, I think so... like, that's the only way we can quiet them all down.

[She trails off, fiddling her fingers at the end of her shirt. her voice is soft and tentative as she continues.]

It's weird, isn't it...

[She looks at him sidelong.]

Did you find yours already?

[Ezra shakes his head emphatically.]

Not yet.

[He eyes her pumpkin, grimacing at the words that keep rolling out of its mouth. Well, there was nothing for it. As quickly as he could, he tears it from its place, his eyes screwed shut as he throws it to the ground and stomps it so he doesn't have to witness its gruesome, enchanted death.]

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