Valerie groaned as her suit tormented her for the third time that night. The ghost alert on her wrist buzzed insistently, causing her to almost smack herself in the arm in pure annoyance. She had a test to study for, and none of these ghosts would allow her any time to actually be active in her own life. Not to mention, that aside from the Fentons (who hadn't been quite enthusiastic since... the accident), she was the only ghost hunter, so that meant she had to take care of almost every ghostly threat within Amity Park. Nevertheless, ghost hunting was her responsibility as the Red Huntress, so therefore, no matter how tired she was, she couldn't turn away from the impending battle. Whoever it was, she just hoped that they would let her cram
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From behind she could see that he had the stature of a young boy, maybe somewhere around thirteen, with iridescent pearl white hair. He wore plain beige pants with a plain black and sky blue shirt with matching Converse. From where Valerie floated, he looked practically harmless! After all, unlike most of her foes, he wasn't purposely wreaking destruction upon the town, which was a pleasantly nice break from her usual chaotic brawls. However, she had to remind herself that he was still a ghost, so he had to be contained for the safety of the town. Furthermore, as a veteran fighter, Valerie knew not to let a ghost's looks deceive her. That ghost's appearance was nothing more than a mirage; his true power could be more immense than a ghost ten times his size. They were tricky creatures to classify when it came to strength evaluation. She snuck behind him, half expecting him to sense her presence, but he remained none the wiser to the stealthy human huntress floating just feet away from him, trying to decide the best strategy for this situation. Pulling the thermos out on him first thing would probably be a bad move; unless a ghost was already weakened from a prior attack, it was unlikely that even a weak specter would stay thoroughly contained. So, the other option was to initiate a strong attack before he noticed her, which meant she should hurry, because he wouldn't stay unaware of her stalking him for
From behind she could see that he had the stature of a young boy, maybe somewhere around thirteen, with iridescent pearl white hair. He wore plain beige pants with a plain black and sky blue shirt with matching Converse. From where Valerie floated, he looked practically harmless! After all, unlike most of her foes, he wasn't purposely wreaking destruction upon the town, which was a pleasantly nice break from her usual chaotic brawls. However, she had to remind herself that he was still a ghost, so he had to be contained for the safety of the town. Furthermore, as a veteran fighter, Valerie knew not to let a ghost's looks deceive her. That ghost's appearance was nothing more than a mirage; his true power could be more immense than a ghost ten times his size. They were tricky creatures to classify when it came to strength evaluation. She snuck behind him, half expecting him to sense her presence, but he remained none the wiser to the stealthy human huntress floating just feet away from him, trying to decide the best strategy for this situation. Pulling the thermos out on him first thing would probably be a bad move; unless a ghost was already weakened from a prior attack, it was unlikely that even a weak specter would stay thoroughly contained. So, the other option was to initiate a strong attack before he noticed her, which meant she should hurry, because he wouldn't stay unaware of her stalking him for