On The Tenth Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me...
"Alright," Owen said decisively. "That's just weird," beside the blond Lexington, Angela, Goliath and Xanatos nodded in agreement.
"How... what..." Xanatos couldn't finish the question, wasn't even sure exactly how to ask it but looked to his right-hand man to explain anyways. Owen, the perfect friend and assistant, rose to the challenge.
"Specters," the blond said with a small movement that might have been a shrug. "Illusions. Like holograms but... more solid."
"Alright then," Xanatos put his hands in his pockets to make up for the lack of action he felt capable of taking.
"But what..." Angela trailed off, looking lost.
"Surely we can..." Goliath started to make a suggestion, realized he didn't have one and trailed off as well.
"How do we get rid of them?" Lexington asked flatly, straight to the point. He'd not enjoyed waking that dusk to this sight. Perhaps even less so than he'd enjoyed waking to the calling birds circling his perch the dusk before.
"That..." Owen started very slowly. "Is an excellent question."
As they watched the eight very solid specters in old english finery - as portrayed in a children's book, anyhow - bounded single file out of the room.
"Hey! You guy's know McBeth is dressed like santa and bounc-" Brooklyn caught himself in the opposite doorway, nearly toppling in the process, and watched the finely dressed men bounce out of the room as though their feet were spring loaded. "I guess that's a yes then."
"McBeth?!" Lexington's small nose wrinkled, his question incredulous. Owen made his small almost-shrug again.
"A lord is a lord is a lord."
Said lord bounced up behind Brooklyn and the red gargoyle was forced to move out of the way to make room the specter to join the line of bouncers.
"Now that is weird," Angela said sounding stunned. Xanatos's phone rang.
"Darling," Fox's voice filtered through the speaker in the saccharine tone that meant David wasn't going to be pleased with whatever she had to say if only because it was making her damn well furious. "Why is my step-father leaping about the parapets like a jack-rabbit on methamphetamines?"
"A lord is a lord is a lord," Xanatos said flatly and hung up which, all things considered, wasn't a brilliant thing to do.