The reaper floats in front of the turdragon and looks down upon it. "Interesting, I did not expect to see you show up as well, it has been a while since I've come across another spirit. Why attack these mortals? This is not your region." The sword seems to glow in the reapers hands and bats start flying all around it.

The reaper shakes its head. &quot;Foolish mortal, Halloween belongs to no one man. As just punishment, Thanksgiving shall forever elude you.&quot; With that he floats back, out of the way of the knife, and summons his sword again, slicing through the turkey and floating down into its center. Looking upon the orb he speaks to it. &quot;Come, return to your spirit bretheren.&quot; <div class='edited'>(edited by Lord_Halloween)</div>

A figure cloaked in black walks in with mist emanating from the entrance it chose. Gliding forward, he approaches the main counter and stares into the souls of the employee working there. &quot;I have heard that someone has taken my property. You shall return it immediately.&quot; At that sentence he raises a bony hand and points at the employee. &quot;Now.&quot;

&quot;My property must be returned and restored to its former glory. I've been informed that it lays here, never expected it to be true, but a mortal who knows about the spirits? Prove to me you aren't a suspect.&quot; With that the fog rises up, encircling the ceiling then breaking apart into bats, swarming every which way and flooding the department. &quot;They shall search the building, and if they find it, you will regret it.&quot;

The reaper turns towards the now growing group of people and glides towards them, mist still surrounding it, it's hood still covering over its head. It's voice is wispy and scratchy as it addresses them. &quot;You there, would you know where my property lays? All Hallows' Eve must be restored.&quot; With that its head turns towards the sound of turkeys. &quot;So thanksgiving is here. There is an opportunity.&quot;

The reaper floats down before S.Yosuke and holds its hand out in front of him, hand touching the turkey. &quot;Ill ask you once more, where is the Spirit of Halloween, or else I will take both it, and Thanksgiving by force. There is much pain I wish to inflict up on it to learn its lesson.&quot; With that the sword disappears and most of the fog disperses, and the reaper attempts to pull the spirit to him through their connecting energies.<div class='edited'>(edited by Lord_Halloween)</div>

The reaper turns towards the sound, letting the fog circle around his feet as it rises upwards and surrounds him completely. It soon disperses leaving nothing in its place. Soon it reappears outside, fog swirling around its feet and turns towards the sound. &quot;If one shall not be enough, I shall take the rest.&quot; With that a black angelic sword appears in his hand.

The reaper shakes its head. &quot;And thus another holiday seems to be growing too proud. Looks like you must be ended today. Your influence shall spread no more.&quot; With that he tosses the dark angel sword up and it starts falling, blade down, towards the TurDragons neck. &quot;May your spirit guide me to regaining what was lost.&quot;

The reaper turns to S.Yosuke, it's hood still covering it's face. &quot;It should be around here somewhere yes, but how does a mortal know about the Spirit of Thanksgiving? Where did you learn of them mortal?&quot; The mist seems to envelop the reaper, growing thicker and thicker by the second.