What a whirlwind of emotions: vague curiosity transforming into mild worry before being consumed by overwhelming regret. What had begun from investigating an echo in the dead of night (not his wisest move in hindsight) had led him into a scenario that was akin to something out of a cartoon or fever dream. A young man exploring a submarine winds up chest first into what he had to assume was a witch. Complete with her own bouncy ass hat and tome. It was an absolutely charming plot in a psychotic sort of way. Still, it took all sorts, and if Miles had understood anything at all about Team Rocket in his time since joining it was that the organization that employed him had every sort.

"I'm sure the vibes don't mind half as much as I do." two fingers pinch the bridge of his nose before he goes against his better judgment for the second time this evening. "Under literally any other circumstance I'd ask if you were lost, but I find it obtusely difficult to believe a little witch girl took a wrong turn and ended up manifesting 'vibes' in a mistaken submarine. So do you care to fill me in on what exactly you're working on, or should I be making calls?"

[attr="class","octavia"]

[attr="class","octavia b"]

[attr="class","octavia i"]well, call her harry potter because the audacity of this bitch feels like something straight out of a fictional world. the way he pinches the bridge of his nose, insults the vibes, and --as if the disruption wasn't enough-- insinuates that she's bothering him just weasels its way under her skin.

man, if she had a bigger crystal on her, she might just swing that shit. instead, tavi takes a step back, adjusts her mildly droopy hat, and fixes him with an almost knowing stare.

"sounds like something a capricorn would say," good, good, blame it on the guessed zodiac. her arms cross over her chest, pendulum swinging violently with the movement. it settles, eventually, against her sternum and shudders.

"first of all," her tangent begins with a huff and a matter-of-fact tone. cue the witch rant. "the vibes are here and you're harshing them. second of all, there's a spirit somewhere around here and i'm trying to find it. unless you're gonna call spiritbusters or whatever, no calls are being made." although, if this ghost isn't casper then she might need some back up. there's only so much she can do with protection jars of herbs and rocks.

behind her shoulder, the phantump offers a movement very similar to the shake of a head.

Miles Sharp
ghost in the machine