Owner	Pose
Casper	Being the spiritual pool boy of the wheel of fate often sends Casper on adventures into strange and unusual places but he usually wakes up in places that have a aura of death around them, graveyards or ancient burial grounds. This is the first time he's ever woken up in a hotel. After wandering aimlessly down the hallways looking for people the ghost-soldier eventually finds his way down to the lobby, or rather the balcony above the lobby. He can feel all the death that happened in this place so long ago. Echos of something very, very bad having happened here. He soundlessly, wordlessly, odorless haunts the upper walkway overlooking the lobby down below looking out into the lobby. It's night time so the lights are on and the place looks pretty clean but he doesn't see anyone in the grand old building at first. He isn't sure why the wheel of fate has brought him here. All he can do is look around until something happens that shows him what he is meant to help with.
Angel	Now that Angel Investigations has officially moved into the hotel, Angel has spent the last several days cleaning things up. Most of the team was gone for the day, dealing with their own lives. It was a great moment for a break, and a chance for Angel to catch his breath, well, in theory. Angel moves to the downstairs, and goes behind the desk, looking at the notes cribbled there by the last person on duty. "Helping the Helpless." Indeed. Angel randomly picks up the pen and twirls it around his fingers, before noticing...something.     Nighttime engulfed this part of the world, and in the meantime, Angel senses something. Always aware of his surroundings, he looks around, and in the beginning, doesn't see anything. Shrugging, he moves to the centre of the room near the circular coach, and peers through the low light that falls around the room.
Casper	Looking down at Angel from above Casper sizes the man up, big, muscular, square jaw, boring dresser, no style what-so-ever. Definitely a square. He's probably an accountant or something that spends all day working at at the gym and styling his hair. The ghosts thinking he must be a guest at the hotel. It's odd that there isn't a hotel staff member around but clearly this guy doesn't work here. He's dressed all wrong for being a desk clerk. Leaning against the balcony railing and striking a cool pose in his fancy BlackHawks flight jacket and WW2 style uniform for a good first impression Casper calls out, "Hey, Daddio, you look lost. You can't find anyone that works at this hotel either?"
Angel	What was it...something? Angel moves back towards the desk, looking around for anything that set off his senses. His eyes narrow. His ears open to the slightest sound as he remains perfectly still. Angel sniffs the air. After all, many supernatural creatures had a distinct smell. In some case, a distinct stench would be a better word. Nothing. Was it the demon that he had banished from this place, returned? No, that creature would never again haunt this hotel. Then what was it? Something was there...     At the sound of the voice from Casper, Angel's instincts take over. Somewhere out of no where, a sword appears in Angel's right hand. The sword that belonged to the scabbard on his desk in his room upstairs. Moving into a defensive stance, it was obvious at the way he handled the sword that he was a trained warrior. Looking up at the sound of the voice, Angel takes in the object above him. Was that a...ghost?     "I own this hotel. Everyone else is in another room. They will come if I call." A tactical lie. "Who are you...what are you, and why are you here?" Angel moves the sword to the low ready position. It probably wouldn't work on this being anyway. Glancing left and right, Angel takes everything in, ensuring there is no other beings present.
Casper	Casper looks, well, confused. Where did the sword come from? Why does he have a sword. Maybe he's not an accountant? Maybe he's a... a... no, a superhero wouldn't use a sword that's more for killing people than stopping crime. "Private Casper McFadden, U.S. Military. C.C. " the ghost introduces himself not going into the what he is quite yet because, let's face it ghosts haven't really been well received since the whole invasion of New York thing. "I'm just passing through. I was wondering if you needed any help with anything?" he asks seeming sincere enough even smiling! It's the smiling ones you have to worry about though, right?
Angel	Angel actually blinks at the ghost's response. "Private...?" With the decision made, the sword disappears into his coat almost as fast as it appears. It doesn't mean that Angel has let his guard down. He doesn't know this...being yet. "I'm Angel." Angel nods, and adds, "Yeah, that was a massive...issue. We had a lot of work come through our door after that incident, even here. Ghostbusters? Really? I could think up a better name..." A pause.     "We could always use the help of a...person such as yorself." Angel takes a moment, and thinks about it. "I run a supernatural Detective Agency called Angel Investigations." Angel waves his hand around the room, taking it all in. "This is our headquarters. That is why there isn't anyone around. It's not quite a hotel." Angel smiles, and says, "The rest of the team has a little time off, after dealing with a couple of tough cases lately. We are always looking for fresh...blood. Interested?" A job interview? Maybe. Angel wants to get to know the being first, then maybe.
Casper	Casper leans off the railing and walks, like a person down the stairs making no sound through. He looks so real, so solid like you could reach out and touch him and his jacket. It's a Blackhawk jacket. A team of fighter plane heroes from the war. You don't just get a Blackhawk jacket, you have to earn it. "Sorry, I already kind of have a job. See, there is this... " he makes it to the bottom of the stairs with a look on his face like he's trying to find a word for it, "guiding force I guess you might call it. Some people call it the wheel of fate of the karmic cycle." he explains, "but the down-low is that when ever things are about to get heavy for a person and they need someone to be there for them and help them realize the thing that's holding them back I get sent to them. So since we're the only ones here..." he says as he walks over and takes a seat on the circular lobby couch crossing his legs, "What's on your mind?"
Angel	Now this was an interesting conversation. Usually, by now, the ghost or spirit would be ripping into him. Not smiling. Angel regards the ghost thoughtfully, with only a small amount of brooding involved. Angel watches as the ghost "walks" down the stairs, and comes around to the main floor. When he takes a seat, Angel nods. "I must say, I am surprised at you. I haven't encounted too many spirits who weren't, well, vengeful. You are different, I can tell. Especially wearing that jacket." Angel nods towards the BH jacket. "I know of that unit. I have...heard of them. WWII. Blackhawks." After all, Angel has been alive a few hundred years, including during the World Wars.     "We are kind of in the same business, actually. We help people in need. Helping the Helpless, especially against supernatural entities like demons and...vampires. We could use someone to be there for them. We are all kind of, well, warrior types. We could use a "counsellor". Hell, even the team could use someone to talk to. Maybe that is why you are here? To help us?"
Casper	Casper says, "Generally speaking, the wheel sends me for one person in particular.." he says using the term wheel but really meaning the powers that be. Why would they send Angel a ghostly counselor? Is there some unresolved issue he needs to deal with before the next battle. Something he's overlooking? Casper says, "Whenever I help the person I'm suppose to help, they usually send me to someone else the next morning. I can't really guarantee I'll be around long. Dust in the wind." he says shrugging, "So you might as well tell me what's been bothering you then I'll go away and no one ever needs to know." tempts the ghost.
Angel	"I see." Angel blinks. "That is interesting. One person." Angel shakes his head. "I am sure it was not me. After all, the next battle is unknown at this point. I know there is a battle brewing with Wolfram and Hart, but I don't have anything to unload at this point. I'm good, thanks." Angel's frown deepens. He wasn't going to unleash the agony in his soul to a perfect stranger. Love lost. The long years of killing and torture, the evil he had done. Perhaps it was the fate of having a soul. He didn't need a supernatural counsellor quite yet. The last priest that had tried to console him, he beheaded. Well, that was Angelus not Angel.     "I appreciate the thought though. I expect we will see you around however. After all, the people we help are usually left hurting pretty bad. Maybe your trip here was so I could be aware of you so you could help in the future?" Angel nods, believing that was the case this time around.
Casper	Casper doesn't press the issue knowing that it never, ever helps. "It's solid." he says using really old slang. "Do you mind if I haunt one of your rooms until I find out who I'm here to help?" he asks as if he believes Angel that it's not him. He'll let Angel open himself up in his own time. After all, time is all that Casper really has. "I don't fight any more, but I'm a good medic and I'm great at house cleaning!" he offers cheerfully.
Angel	"For some unknown reason I feel I can trust you, which is wierd and unique. Huh." Angel nods, and says, "Yeah, of course. Feel free to take any number of rooms. Most of them are empty. Make yourself at home. I'll have to brief the team, so they don't freak out. Leave that to me." Angel almost offers his hand, and then stops himself. "Welcome to Angel Investigations." Angel smiles, a small, slight smile but a smile nevertheless. "We could use a good medic and a house cleaner!" Angel almost laughs. "Especially a medic. Good to have you aboard!"
Casper	Casper stands up and looks around, "Thanks for having me, Sir." using the same kind of tone one would in addressing his commanding officer. Then he looks around and finds the first thing that he needs to do. Dust everything. Yes, Angel just hired someone who never sleeps, never eats, never gets paid, and will spend all his time cleaning the hotel until he's needed. He will even do dishes and the best of all, he won't disturb Angel with all that breathing and walking, with the smell of human blood following him around everywhere he goes. It's going to be like Christmas came early for Angel this year. Maybe the powers that be aren't so bad after all or are they softening him up for another crippling blow? He'll have to contemplate that while brooding silently for several hours. Practice makes perfect!
Angel	Angel nods. "Excellent." With that he says, "Um. You don't have to call me sir. Angel is fine. We're all a team here. Really, almost a family. I appreciate the thought though." Angel adds, "Well then, make yourself at home! If you need me, my office/room is up there." Angel points to the upper levels. "I am sure we will have lots to talk about, including how you came about having that..." Angel points to his jacket, "...and what happened to you." Nodding, and with a final flourish of his jacket, Angel heads back to the darkness, back out into the night.