A/N: "Flammam voca, spiritum expelle, incende obiectum coram nobis!"
This roughly translates to "Call the flame, banish the spirit, set fire to the object in our presence!" I used google translate. Sorry.
BTW I'm using the episode transcripts cause I don't remember all of the dialogues. I'm also adding in bits a pieces. They are really small right now but later there will be big changes. I obviously have plans for this story, but I wanted you all to know that their will be lore, just later on so you will have to wait. After I post Chapter 2, i'll let you guys know about how I'll be posting cause I have a plan for that. I will be posting (After chap 2) entire episodes, and def more cat king interactions. Look forward to it <3
Cross-posted on ao3 under the same name and account name <3
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London, England. A big bustling city with over 9.7 million people, and a yearly number of 20.3 million tourists that visit the city. Known, and famous for their rich-history, vibrant colors and world - class attractions, and yet, after the locals retire into the safety of their homes, after the tourists call it a night and return to their comfy hotel rooms, once it gets dark without soul in sight - of course, save for the security guards and hotel employees that work at these obnoxious hours - the once bustling, crowded city, looks dead, barren, abandoned.
Though I suppose it's seen that way for the mortals, the ones we call, the supernaturals, on the other hand, well, we can only assume it's another regular night for them.
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CLANG! CLANG!
'It's already 2 in the GODDAMN MORNING?!' 3 boys could be seen running from a man wearing world 1 clothing and a gas mask.
The 3 boys who looked to be about 16 year-old walked through walls and mirrors to escape from the World War 1 soldier.
'I could be resting right now, but no, I have a job that includes sending people like this old garbage to where they belong, I just want to go to sleep!'
The boys hid behind a wall, panting trying to catch their breath (right, because of course ghosts needed to 'catch their breath' they were dead for devils sakes, what was the use of oxygen?)
"Right, if this guy's haunting the museum, why's he chasing us out into the streets? We were trying to help!" a Tall boy,with dark curly hair and brown eyes, wearing a singular cross gold earring, a gold chain and a dark coat kept on the lookout for the..thing chasing them.
"I deduce from the...screaming...he doesn't want our help, Charles." The second boy,around 5'8 in height, dark brown hair and eyes, wearing a formal uniform with a bow tie, answered Charles's remark.
"You sussed that out?"
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The boys whipped their heads back around the pillar they were hiding behind, The third boy simply closed his eyes and said, "The gas mask he's wearing must be cursed, we have to destroy it so he can move on to his afterlife. So enough bickering with Edwin, Charles."
"Peachy , Rok soo" Charles muttered. "How do we get it while he's on a rampage?"
The boy, Rok Soo, straightened his back. He was a 16 (much older in ghost years) year old boy with long wavy black hair tied back into a high ponytail. He was wearing a black turtleneck tucked into a pair of black jeans and a long dark brown overcoat. Hanging from his neck was a silver necklace with 2 rings attached to it.
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