Raymond Stantz

Michael nods, steeling himself for whatever's coming.

"I'm ready."

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Ray nodded, took a deep breath, and threw the door open. "Danny?" he called as he waited for Michael to come in. "I'm back."

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Michael walks into the room without hesitation, taking in everything he sees inside.

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There's a Peter stopping past to talk to Ray about the situation.

"Hey, Ray? Oh, hi there, what's going on?" His eyes noticed Michael there with Ray.

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"Danny," said Ray bluntly. "Some woman in white downstairs used magic on him to jerk all his negative impulses and feelings straight through his defenses and up to the surface, and he's gone and been overwhelmed by his own dark side. I have reason to believe the Danny we know is still in there and trying to get out. Michael here's agreed to help us get him straightened out for a bit. Come on in."

Beyond the door the entirety of the room was covered in the Sumerian markings Ray had used for the containment clay around the black oil- floor, walls, and ceilings. The only furniture was a couple of folding chairs. One part of the room practically hummed with equipment- the temporarily erected containment area that had Danny in it.

As soon as Peter came in, Ray closed the door and locked it.

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Michael knows very little about magic, but he knows enough to not disturb the Sumerian markings, so he treads very carefully when he comes further into the room.

He eyes the containment area warily.

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Danny was hovering in the air inside the field, watching them, arms crossed. His legs were gone, replaced by a wispy, intangible ghost-like tail. He'd obviously trashed the traps that had been in there with him, judging from the debris on the floor.

"Did you bring me dinner?" he said, his face lighting up in a wicked grin as he stared them all down.

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Peter's eyes abruptly hardened at that, and his hands tightened into fists briefly.

"Vicious ugly bitch." He swore, and remembering what he saw the other night. Nearly broke his heart seeing that poor kid being dragged into the trap after the other. And whoever was responsible? He seriously wanted to put the hurt on them for this. He *liked* the kid, and felt sorry for his situation, as well could relate to some of it. He strode in, though remembered to step carefully as well.

He glared at the evil ghost Danny.

"Nope, figured you could use a diet. Got a little too much evil weight on you. Need to cut back some." He shot back, his eyes briefly flashing green.
And oh, yeah? His PKE aura was flaring blue-white slightly.

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Ray pulled up the folding chairs and offered them to Peter and Michael. To Danny he said, "I know you and Venkman here already know each other. The other gentleman is a friend of mine- Michael, this is Danny; Danny, Michael. I'm sure you'll get to know each other remarkably well very shortly."

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Michael sits down, smiling faintly, and nods to the ghost.

"Danny."

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"Pathetic and easily killed Mortal," Danny said back with a nod.

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Peter darkly replied, "Shut up, we want to talk to Danny, not you."

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Ray coughs. "Uh, Pete, it's not a possession case. This isn't like Zuul."

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Michael just looks at him, eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Mortal? Probably. Easily killed? It's been tried by more than you, and I'm still here."

As am I.

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Danny just stared back, red eyes gleaming. "If you're so sure that you're invincible why don't you come in here?"

He shivered slightly, and a bit of blue fog came out of his mouth, and he looked at Venkman curiously.

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"Right. Dark side, guessing not another personality either."

Peter shook his head at Michael, "Don't, he's being cute. Throw us off."
But the look in his eyes, said, 'Do it, but watch your back.'

He stared at Danny, and noted that weird blue fog again. The PKE around him wavered some, but held.

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Ray looked at Michael. "Remember what I told you," he said gravely.

He dipped his right hand into his pocket and pressed the button on the subsidiary remote- the one that kept the Men in Black theta barrier up. It slid aside, waiting for Michael to pass.

His left hand had to be spared; it was wrapped around a wireless remote for the room's remaining trap. The remote had been deadman-switched. If Ray's thumb came off the button for any reason at all, the trap would open immediately.

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Michael nods, gets up and walks past the barrier. It slides back into place behind him and he looks through the bottling at the ghost.

"So."

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"So...why don't you come a little closer?" Danny asked, hands pressed against the shield in between them, his eyes dancing.

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Peter was quietly observing this, mainly focused on Danny, and trying to determine for himself how to fix this.

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Ray took a long, uncomfortable breath, watching, waiting.

Please be good enough, Michael. Please. Please.

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Michael takes a moment just to study the ghost, clinically. When he "speaks", there's something like a telepathic echo as Rath lends weight to his words.

We know the boy's in there. Danny?

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"I am Danny," the ghost said firmly. "Get it through your thick heads."

Faintly, very faintly, there was a weak voice, Tell...

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You're Danny in the same way I'm Michael, Rath says, lazily amused. Michael concentrates on the fainter voice. Danny? Tell who, what?

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