“That so?” Marshall asks while a smirk covers his lips. “I’m down for some high Ouija action. Wouldn’t want that little Victorian girl to attack me, though.” He says before pausing slightly. “Was this place even built then? Maybe it just knows I’m a Brit and it wants to fuck with the people I know.”
“ well then, if you don’t want her attacking you then maybe we should just ask her some questions -- it is my room after all and we don’t wanna go open a portal for demons to make themselves at home, you know? ”
















