"That's a very dignified name, my goodness." Eliot manages a bit of a grin at The Bishop. He'll cling to whatever levity he can find in this situation. "Does this imply the existence of a cat Pope?"
But Martin's moving on, gone all quiet and pensive, and when he asks about the spell Eliot frowns.
"You mean..." He looks toward the door and rubs his neck. Shit. "No, yeah, it's...it's to eject and deter whatever means the occupant harm, so it'd probably keep Peter out but...fuck. Fuck, I assumed a whole slew of ghosts meant a spectral invasion but what if they're just...people?"
Eliot feels a terrible gnawing guilt for shunting the one through his window, and winces. "I think I fucked up."
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But Martin's moving on, gone all quiet and pensive, and when he asks about the spell Eliot frowns.
"You mean..." He looks toward the door and rubs his neck. Shit. "No, yeah, it's...it's to eject and deter whatever means the occupant harm, so it'd probably keep Peter out but...fuck. Fuck, I assumed a whole slew of ghosts meant a spectral invasion but what if they're just...people?"
Eliot feels a terrible gnawing guilt for shunting the one through his window, and winces. "I think I fucked up."