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"Are you sure you did everything correct? A tracking spell shouldn't be behaving like this."
"I'm sure, master."
"Clouse. Clouse, it's green, why is it green? It's not supposed to be green!"
"I am sure there is an explanation–"
"CLOUSE THAT IS NOT A GOOD GREEN shut it down–"
"But master–"
"END THE SPELL NOW!"
"Of co–"
Morro opened his eyes.
Morro was not supposed to open his eyes because he hadn't even closed them. He couldn't really have closed them, the anatomy of ghosts was strange and did not include that ability in particular. Still, he had been swallowed by the darkness and then put on the light and the experience was akin to opening his eyes. So.
He opened his eyes and he did not see green. In the Cursed realm, everything was green. Even black had undertones of green. The lack of green? It could only mean one thing.
"The living world..." he murmured. His voice had an echo similar to that of hers, though of course it wasn't nearly as divine. This further confirmed his suspicions. His voice was normal in the Cursed realm, which this place was not.
"A ghost!" gasped a voice. It belonged to a man clad in expensive crimson robes with a...corpse around his head? A serpentine corpse. An anacondrai corpse, for the skull resembled Arcturus' headshape. Why was a human wearing an anacondrai corpse and what the fuck are those serpentine teeth on a necklace–
"Clouse!" the man shouted and another one stood at attention. At least this one wasn't wearing a corpse. A man younger than the first, also clad in crimson through not nearly as grand with shadows around his eyes that served as marks of dark magic. He would have been handsome if he didn't look so sickly. "What the hell did you do with that spell?!"
Oh shit. A spell. Morro was summoned by a spell. The last time he was summoned by a spell he had to kill a group of faux magicians and the virgin sacrifice they offered–
Oh shit. Wait. He had things to do here.
"What realm is this?" he asked because though the men looked human, they very easily could be not. Nor did their humanity guarantee he was in–
"Ninjago. But it matters not. Begone, spirit!" the corpse-wearing man shouted as though his order could be enough to push Morro back into the ethereal divide. Fool.
"You summoned me," Morro hissed as he shifted between forms. His legs fused until they formed a ghost tail and now he easily towered over both men. "Don't you dare push me away after having dragged me out here. State your purpose and I shall see if the Cursed realm sees fit to make a deal with you," he said. Really, it was all the standard stuff and it didn't matter what the men asked for because he had other matters to attend to.
There were so many things to do. He was in Ninjago. He needed to track down the staff of the First Master, he needed to find a suitable host through which he could use his spinjitsu and he needed to research the Realm Crystal more, she would expect him to be able to use it without any hindrances–
"I was not looking for any deals nor will I make one," the man gritted out. "I was looking for a master of wind, not a damned spirit. Clouse, fetch me a bucke–"
"Why were you looking for me?"