"What are- GAAAH!" Ray turns around just in time to see the swooping, and dives hard out of the walking corpse's way. This does not go as smoothly as one might hope, because Ray has this thing with not wanting to impale himself on his own energy weapon. He goes sprawling instead, scattering stone and gravel everywhere and scraping up a good portion of his face.
"RAY!" Peter yells, but he can't do anything because there's ghosts thick and fast between him and them-
Tully staggers on, seemingly too blind to notice Ray's absence, and lunges at something on the ground instead. Ray sits up panting, hastily checking to make sure he hasn't joined the Severed Limbs of Star Wars Club. "Louis- uh- I'm not gonna- don't try anything funny, okay?"
And then, oh, then the word and the sound Ray remembers in his bones, the way other men remember the sound of a shotgun being racked or the fall of the last pair of dice:
Egon, who's hopped up on a piece of statuary to get a better vantage point for holding the spectres off, points towards the park and bellows "LOOK!"
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Date: 2005-10-12 04:25 am (UTC)"RAY!" Peter yells, but he can't do anything because there's ghosts thick and fast between him and them-
Tully staggers on, seemingly too blind to notice Ray's absence, and lunges at something on the ground instead. Ray sits up panting, hastily checking to make sure he hasn't joined the Severed Limbs of Star Wars Club. "Louis- uh- I'm not gonna- don't try anything funny, okay?"
And then, oh, then the word and the sound Ray remembers in his bones, the way other men remember the sound of a shotgun being racked or the fall of the last pair of dice:
Egon, who's hopped up on a piece of statuary to get a better vantage point for holding the spectres off, points towards the park and bellows "LOOK!"