EPONA

[soulping]

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[soulping]

[is it left? Or is it right?

You feel fingers on the back of your neck again, only this time they come with nails, that dig into your skin and leave scratches as they pull away]

Want . . .

[sweatypalms]

[ ouchies. he flinches, and his hand flies up to the back of his neck again.

he's not distressed enough by this yet to quit-- though his tone softens, at least...?! ]

Are you trapped here? Someone who can't pass on?

[soulping]

[there's no response this time - if what it's been saying can even be considered as much - but Yato will feel a tug on his clothes, in the direction of the back of the graveyard]

[sweatypalms]

[ well, he ain't afraid of no ghosts. MAYBE THIS ONE DOES NEED HELP...?

he follows the tug, curious... ]

[dirtdevil]

Hey, where are you going?

[ he'll follow regardless but come on bro. ]

[sweatypalms]

Dunno.

[ legit answer. ]

[soulping]

[it leads you to the back of the graveyard.

There's no visible exit, but there is a gap in the fence, just large enough for someone to pass through.

There's another tug on Yato's shirt - a tug on Mushroom's hair - and a quiet giggle that fades away back the way you came]

[sweatypalms]

[ well, dunno about Mushy, but Yato looks like he's prepared to go through the fence. ]

[dirtdevil]

[ yeah, nah, he's not gonna get left here by himself with some mean ghost pulling his hair. he'll follow. ]

[sweatypalms]

[ THROUGH THE FENCE WE GO

so long, suckas. ]

[soulping]

[you leave the graveyard]