Level: 1
EXP 3/10
Word Count: 313
Current Location: Dead Zone, RCPD (Main Hall >> Library)
Even when he tried to appear fine, it was obvious Joker was shaken up, not to mention worn out. Maybe it was from his struggle against the Doctor, or that he actually had to kill an actual person for once, not change their heart like he was used to. The thief shook the thought out of his head. The thing he fought wasn't a person, far from it. Not wanting to make the captain worry, he explained to Howard what happened, and introduced the two survivors he rescued as well.
The thief decided to rest in the main hall for a while, to recollect his thoughts. He kept an eye on the civilians as they were brough to the hall as well.
Up until death decided to knock on their door. Literally.
Joker was proabably more surprised than the rest. Had one brush with death not been enough? Either way, he held onto his knife just in case. Luckily it was a false alarm, since one of the survivors (that apparently died??) was with the guy. The thief listened in to Howard debriefing Louis and Death on what was happening at the moment. Seemed most of the others were dealing with the ghost, but needed some backup, just in case.
Then they looked over to him.
"Hm?" The captain told Joker if he wanted to track the killer down instead, he could catch up with Ratchet and Blazermate. It was a hard choice. Maybe if he hurried, he could help with both?
The thief hurried off to the library, deciding to assist in the ritual first. And already things looked bad. Once he arrived, he had to quickly hide to avoid being seen by the Preta. THAT was the ghost?? Joker snuck over to the others, waiting for a way to assist them.
Besides being a distraction, that was already said and done.