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[mayoninofukucho]

[Hijikata was just having the time of his life on the Island of Dreams, playing with a whole bunch of cute mayonnaise mascots, when a little bird (literally or not... who knows) told him that back in Camelot his ghost subordinates are being hunted and trapped by dark web denizens. Shit!! Why does this happen the one time his burner phone is out of commission?!

After a quick panicked brainstorming session he decides to take to AOL, totally anonymous this time, just in case. He'll keep it short and sweet.]

How do you find ghosts that have been sealed in containers and hidden?

[If only there were something like a more specialised Wayfinder spell for this exact situation! Wait, didn't the traders sell a pendulum that can detect items? Ugh, why didn't he buy it?! But really, who could know that something like this would happen? Now he can only hope that Avalon's netizens have some good ideas for him.]

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[emet_sulk]

[ He follows the trail to this warehouse as they speak. It is almost like tracking an aetherial signature across the land, but far more limiting than he is used to. Before, he could simply focus and pick out their soul from the myriad around them... ]

Perhaps I can show you later. Hark, though - I believe we have found some trapped spirits.

[ He points upwards. Whether the jars contain Hijikata's ghostly compatriots or simply a stray soul caught in the crossfire is another matter however. ]

[mayoninofukucho]

[In following Emet-Selch Hijikata finally also picks up the traces that guide him. So this is what these are!! He's seen them once or twice before, but couldn't quite place them. Ultimately the other man is still a mentor to him, whether he realises it or not. Hijikata is grateful, too, for the offer of help with his exorcism research - but as soon as Emet-Selch points out the jars' hiding place it becomes his sole focus.

He climbs ahead speedily, reinvigorated by the prospect of having found at least a couple of his subordinates, manages to pick the death magic trail back up on the top level, and follows it to the actual hiding place. He crouches down, recovers and inspects the jars.]

This is Karim!! He's with me. This other one I don't know.

[Of course he still takes both, putting them in his bag rather than opening them.]

I'll let them out once it gets dark. Some of them are really sensitive to daylight.

[emet_sulk]

[ His eyebrows lift in surprise. ]

You can distinguish them without opening the jars?

[ He feels a bit of petulance at the thought. Why couldn't he have preserved that ability here? ]

Let's search the other warehouses. And mayhap these businesses as well. I would not put it past some opportunistic individual to sell the spirits in their jars.