Weird shit was sort of his thing. After all, he lived with ghosts and had that weird affinity for them. If this was related to them at all, Lana would be able to suss them out. Most of the time, he found the creeps he was looking for. And most of the time, they tended to be friendly. As he approached the cornfield he waited for the assigned partner, if any.

The mission was pretty creepy but he needed the money. victor evans gave him more than enough but sometimes…sometimes he felt the itch to be in the field, talk with ghosts. If only ronbefriend of catch more. Before what had been an otherworldly nuisance had become a welcome companionship. Hell, he already had 0ne out right now. Garbage Baby was a bit of a fraidy cat and had refused to come out of his ball. Mr. Pringles, a male Jellicent, floated idly behind him having joined his travels all too recently after a chance meeting by a dock after someone had tossed a couple of bodies there. Lana wasn't all too aware that Mr. Pringles was making a meal out of corpses, nor did he need to. The Jellicent was content with the soft words of praise and occasional well earned treat.

The cornfield already had signs of something messing with it. He's unclear if its blunt force or something else entirely. "Mmm...maybe….if a rotom possessed some machinery again…" he mumbled.


jayden cross | aa bingo: blunt force