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My eBay account got suspended.

I have not used eBay in awhile so I guess I don't know the proper protocol for someone outbidding you for a cursed doll. Cursed with either a violent curse or a child's soul. The seller didn't specify.

It is not proper etiquette to e-mail the person you were bidding against and ask them to sell it to you rather than use it for their BuzzFeed article. Or let them be aware that you were honestly hoping it had some soul trapped in it to give it to friends in the hope that it will come to life in the middle of the night to do whatever cursed dolls do.

Who knew. I thought we were both cursed doll enthusiasts.

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[Even the bravest among them would need that sort of reassurance.]

I look forward to working with you. See you soon.

[ He is absolutely sure Felicia is going to end up stabbing him, and just resigned to be stabbed at this point. ]

Ok.

[In fairness, the idiots are always the most terrifying. D:

Not fifteen minutes later Felicia is standing outside of storage, by the gate that would let them in. She wore a running jacket to protect against the lingering chill, but her athletic wear seemed almost incongruous with the ornate looking wooden staff she carried.

Smiling brightly, she waved at Kei.]

Mister Shiragaki, right?

Yes.

[ He bends slightly at the waist. ] Good evening to you, Felicia. [ Holding his hand out to her, he offers a half-smile. ] An odd way to meet anyone, that is for certain, but it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm exceptionally grateful that you have allowed me the chance to see a potentially cursed doll for free.

[ He's not so grateful about how sure he is that he's going to be stabbed, but whatever. Life's short. Existence is worthless. Everyone is dying slowly to something. Let's do this. ]

[Getting stabbed was never a good thing-- which was why she had brought along her staff. Even if the wound was beyond her skill, she could at least slow the bleeding until she panicked and called Freya for some actual first aid.

With luck, no one would be getting stabbed that evening.

She shook the offered hand with a small smile herself, before glancing back at the storage garages on the other side of the gate.]

I just hope you can help me stop it if it's making trouble.

[She said, her voice wary, as she turned to punch in the code.

The gate swung open with a creak that echoed in the shadowy evening. The temperature dropped around them.

...But, that could just be Felicia's own nervousness.]

[ Taking out his cellphone, he thinks that Howard would appreciate watching a video of going to get a real haunted doll. Kei did think about inviting him, but he does not know Felicia well -- he has only had one conversation and uncertain if she should allow strange (yes, he considers himself strange as in odd) men to meet her at a storage facility.

Ninja maid or not, he suddenly feels a worry about her self-preservation. ]

Oh, how about that, Felicia? The temperature dropped. [ His voice is oddly cheerful as he walks into the facility; with all that he's been talking about on the post itself, he forgets that she has ice magic and only remembers the healing since he is somewhat fixated on the idea of how he is going to end up stabbed. ]

Oh. That's probably me.

[Felicia said with a nervous giggle, fishing out her keys as she led Kei along.]

My ice powers, I mean. I can't do much with them, but when I'm angry or worried the temperature drops.

After last month, I don't even notice it much anymore.

[The events of the last month had taken Felicia out into a wooded area where dryads had made their home. After locating a Huntsman and chasing out the beasts, they had finally been allowed to return to the city where they could reunite with their friends and get a hot shower.

If Kei had asked about Howard, odds were that Felicia may have allowed him along. Then again, she cavalierly spoke of bedazzling eyepatches with the man who ran Club Sunshine and she lived with a sarcastic blind man.

Truly, her methods of determining which people were safe to be around were skewed. They were both odd in their own ways; Felicia just scared people for very different reasons.

Arriving at the garage, Felicia keyed open the lock and lifted the door with a wave of dust and dirt. She coughed in the mess, waved her hand to clear the air in front of her face, and stepped back.

The boxes were piled high in front of the door, taller than the both of them.]

Wow. Daddy made this a bigger mess than it was last time I saw it. No wonder he hasn't come back home.

[She smiled sheepishly at Kei.]

This might take a while. Sorry.

Unfortunate. I was hoping that the haunted spirit in the Santa had come to notice our presence and aware of our intentions.

[ He speaks in such a neutral manner that he may have been talking about the weather. Kei follows after Felicia, not yet pressing record until they actually get to the garage itself. Actually, just as he is about to press the button, he pauses to look down at her, asking: ]

For the sake that this may become found footage, could I record us looking for the doll? [ Lightly wiggling the phone at her, he cocks his head to the side. ] It doesn't matter to me. I'm sorry to have to bring you out here at such a late hour while we look. It's kind of you to allow me to do so, even if I am doing a favor to you. This sort of thing seems better to do in the daylight for a lot of reasons.

Perhaps, the doll has slipped away out of the box and around in some dark corner? [ He chuckles at the idea. ]

Oh~ Don't scare me like that!

[Felicia shuddered at the thought of the eerie Santa doll lying in wait for them in the darkness-- and she abruptly shook her head.]

If you're not needed anywhere, I'd rather get this taken care of now that I'm thinking about it again. Dad's probably forgotten about that thing... I know I did, until your story.

[She looked up at him with the innocent trust of a puppy, and canted her head at the phone.]

Go ahead and record. We should have a record if anything happens.

Mmn. Sorry.

[ He doesn't sound sorry, nor does he feel it, but looking her over; Kei thinks that she'll take the sorry as sincere. Because she believes in the best of people. ]

I wonder why he kept it. Perhaps, the Santa took control of his senses every time he would attempt to throw it away. [ Kei makes idle comments, as he chooses the camera option on his phone and flicks to click record. ] Oh. I should have recorded that, oh well.

[ Lifting the camera up, he shows off the tower of boxes ahead of them. ] Right. Hello. I am Kei Shigaraki, and this is Felicia. [ Flicking the camera, he points it at the young woman with him. ] Welcome to a poor decision by two people that have just met. [ He makes a wide gesture and moves the camera around, to show off that it's quite dark and late in the evening. ]

Our plan is to search for a cursed Santa doll that she has. It does, indeed, look to be quite haunted from the picture she had of it from I can only assume some horrifying Christmas past. But, I wonder if is the holiday spirit with us today? [ This is said in his usual neutral manner but the camera moves in a way that someone gets the inflincation that he shrugged. ] Let's start looking, shall we?

[ And walking into the area officially. ] Of course, I say all of that, but it's mostly just pulling boxes down and looking inside of them. [ He tosses his phone at her as he reaches up to grab onto one of the boxes to pull it down. ]

[The apology was enough to placate her, because Kei was absolutely correct; she believed in the best of people. It was the only way she had been able to make it this far in life. Once Kei hit the record function on his phone, Felicia stayed quiet while he began his narrative-- only once chiming in with her full name, Felicia Kilmassen, for the sake of posterity.]

I do have a flashlight, [She said once she caught hold of the phone and angled it appropriately. Handing it over, she continued.]

Here. There's some old lamps somewhere in here. And an old hat stand.

[Briefly, she flipped the camera around to look squarely at it.]

My dad likes to keep weird things, and is gone more often than he's home. Kei and I may be two strangers, but I don't think Dad will notice a curse being lifted from all this stuff!

[She flipped the phone back around to record Kei as he rifled through the boxes. With his height and his strength, they should be able to find Santa in no time!]

Thank you.

[ He pauses in his reach to take the flashlight from her. There is a soft, thoughtful hum as he points at some of the boxes to see if he can read something on them before he starts pulling something down. ]

In short, there is a very good chance the evil spirit may light one of those lamps and close the door so that we burn up with all the things in this storage. [ He nods as he walks along one makeshift aisle so that he can continue to turn his flashlight up at some of the boxes. ] The hat stand could be used as an impaling device.

[ His voice is further away than Felicia's as he walks, and tone relatively indifferent to the idea of either death scenario. ] Ah, here's a better place to start. [ Tucking the flashlight under his arm, he grabs one of the boxes with one hand. ] Unfortunate that your father is not home often, but I will profit on his absence, and perhaps talk to you some after--

[ Grabbing a box by one hand, while turning to talk to someone, is not smart. A few more boxes come with it and fall on him. ]

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