[The newest case had seemed straightforward at first. A librarian noting the vanishing of one of her patrons, reaching out to the Dead Boy Detective Agency for assistance in tracking them down. Even she admitted that it was possible that he might have moved on, but something about it didn't seem right to her. So they agreed to look into things.
And they found this was not the only ghost to vanish. One or two was an unfortunate coincidence, but close to a dozen now, that only the ones that they'd found word of, those who had others who noticed their disappearance? That spoke to something larger.
The one thread that bound all the myriad vanished spirits was mention of the Night Market. Not entirely strange- they accepted all sorts there, dead, alive, in-between so long as they obeyed the rules of the place. It was an excellent source of all manner of things, from the mundane to the supernatural. One had to be careful bartering though. It was no Fae thing where consumption bound a person, but anything was up for trade. Most tended towards magical artifacts or trinkets, knowledge and secrets, but some vendors would accept payment in memories. Emotions. Traits or luck, years from a person's life, the color of their hair. Anything had value to someone, and while the rule was the transaction must be willing, that didn't stop someone from having buyer's remorse because they didn't think about what they were trading away.
Normally, Charles wouldn't come here without Edwin. The other was always so much better than him at sussing out the sort of trouble that came from this place, knew more magic, knew more about the supernatural. But he was in the middle of a ritual that couldn't be left unattended, that couldn't be put off, so it was with no small amount of unease that he'd agreed.
Worried or no, Charles couldn't help but be a bit excited. As dangerous as the place could be, the Market was always interesting. So he just made sure his coat was snugged tight around him, that his pack was secure on his shoulder as he cut into the crowd. He tried not to just run into or through people- keeping corporeal for the moment helped with that, but he still had to dodge out of the way of the rare sort who, for some reason despite being able to get to the Night Market, were unable to perceive him. He had his little bundle of things to trade for information, his warnings thanks to Edwin, and knowledge of several ways in and out if things got too dangerous. He was absolutely ready for whatever was to come in this little solo adventure.]
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And they found this was not the only ghost to vanish. One or two was an unfortunate coincidence, but close to a dozen now, that only the ones that they'd found word of, those who had others who noticed their disappearance? That spoke to something larger.
The one thread that bound all the myriad vanished spirits was mention of the Night Market. Not entirely strange- they accepted all sorts there, dead, alive, in-between so long as they obeyed the rules of the place. It was an excellent source of all manner of things, from the mundane to the supernatural. One had to be careful bartering though. It was no Fae thing where consumption bound a person, but anything was up for trade. Most tended towards magical artifacts or trinkets, knowledge and secrets, but some vendors would accept payment in memories. Emotions. Traits or luck, years from a person's life, the color of their hair. Anything had value to someone, and while the rule was the transaction must be willing, that didn't stop someone from having buyer's remorse because they didn't think about what they were trading away.
Normally, Charles wouldn't come here without Edwin. The other was always so much better than him at sussing out the sort of trouble that came from this place, knew more magic, knew more about the supernatural. But he was in the middle of a ritual that couldn't be left unattended, that couldn't be put off, so it was with no small amount of unease that he'd agreed.
Worried or no, Charles couldn't help but be a bit excited. As dangerous as the place could be, the Market was always interesting. So he just made sure his coat was snugged tight around him, that his pack was secure on his shoulder as he cut into the crowd. He tried not to just run into or through people- keeping corporeal for the moment helped with that, but he still had to dodge out of the way of the rare sort who, for some reason despite being able to get to the Night Market, were unable to perceive him. He had his little bundle of things to trade for information, his warnings thanks to Edwin, and knowledge of several ways in and out if things got too dangerous. He was absolutely ready for whatever was to come in this little solo adventure.]