[center][color=FF5349][u][h3]Kendra[/h3][/u][/color][/center]

[color=FF5349]"Are you fucking kidding me!?"[/color] Kendra shouted in frustration as neither their nor Misty's shots seemed to do much damage to Abberline. She didn't seem to be shouting at the Hunter himself, rather the universe in general. Even the sound of the police and Abberline's supernatural disappearance didn't seem to quell their rage, as they turned to nearest table and gave it a small kick. [color=FF5349]"Fuck!"[/color] they shouted, again not at anyone in particular. [color=FF5349]"I. Fuckin'. Hate. Prophecies."[/color] They shook their head before turning to Grace, and at the sight of the injured ghost, their rage quickly disappated into a much more familiar mixture of exhaustion, frustration and concern. They went over to the spirit. [color=FF5349]"I am so sorry. I really didn't think things would go to such shit."[/color] They looked her up and down. [color=FF5349]"How... do you feel? Can you stand... or float, or whatever it is you do?"[/color] It was clear from their tone they had no idea what to do in this situation. Again, ghosts were very much not in Kendra's wheelhouse.