So it seems. Stupid spirits with too much time on their hands.

[The voice attending the footsteps was from a dirty blonde leaning against the door, waving away at one of the furry things when it tossed a 'fireball' at her. No heat, only flames going everywhere, licking like ghostly will of the wisps before flickering away.

God, they were having fun weren't they? Kind of pissed her off. She looked over at the other woman who seemed normal here. Pretty. Athletic. Confident. Brave enough to come here, where Parsee had only followed out of curiosity at a distance to see if she managed to come out alive. Yep. Lots to be jealous about there. Almost too easy.]

So, you come charging into burning buildings often?