"Well you two definitely need something to wear," Marcia stated gesturing to both Christine and Rusty. The two newly minted preteens nodded sullenly. Their shirts half covered their hands, their pants were both too long and too wide and their shoes were at least 3 sizes too big.
Kicking their shoes away and rolling their pants up in big rolls would at least allow them to walk. "Geez this floor is cold," Rusty whined. Marcia now suppressed a chuckle as she watched the two barefoot 12 year olds dance in place.
"I think I have something for us back in my room," Christine stated, hitching her overly long pants up. Marcia followed behind the two, chuckling as the two tried to navigate barefoot their way back to Christine's room in clothing that threatened to fall off their bodies. Marcia now studied her own attire, a blouse, pleated skirt, ankle socks and saddle shoes. Not an outfit she would normally choose but at least they fit.
As the trio of preteens now arrived in Christine's room once more they closed the door. "I have some old school uniforms in my closet," Christine said meekly. "Rusty you can follow me and I can give you something to wear. My nephew left some of his clothes behind on his last visit." Rusty followed, reluctantly following Christine as Marcia pondered their next move.
For now the Banshee was neutralized, the cleansing spell would keep them safe for quite sometime. The body in the crypt though was another story entirely. Obviously they needed to investigate, however, considering Gideon appeared to be actively trying to harness life energy they were still in danger. None of them had alot of years left to sacrifice. What would happen if they were attacked again?
"How do we look boss?"
Marcia now turned, stifling a chuckle as she gazed at Rusty and Christine. Rusty was now dressed in a button downed shirt, khaki pants, and dockside while Christine sported a similar outfit with knee socks. "You look fantastic," Marcia grinned.
"I feel like a tool," Rusty grumbled. "I mean look at us! We look like boarding school rejects."
"Boarding school wasnt that bad," Christine replied meekly. Rusty now turned furrowing his brow at Christine. "Just trying to help," she blushed.
"So what's our next move boss," Rusty sighed. "You have a plan or are we just going to go to the headmasters office?"