[Vivi/Altair/Merri/Open]
Merrion had been on his way back to the tower from the Bazaar after picking up a couple more bottles of potion ("It's not lupus," the white mage sighed before she pushed him out of her clinic with those bottles. "You just have poor circulation in your hands.") when he first saw the message from Peony and then from Drake and, after taking a moment to put his own message on the network because in situations like this, there could not be enough warning, flew to the Commoners District where he saw exactly what the problem was.
Undead. Once again, like in the tomb at the Jagd, Merrion's blood went cold, but he knew exactly what to do. He readied both Fire and Aero to quickly amplify his attack and then cast it towards a group that was shambling towards a couple of citizens, one with a gun, hoping to stall the advance long enough to get the couple out of there. Once he approached them, however, he saw that he recognized them both.
"Altair! Vivi!" he gasped. Then he felt a familiar chill of a ghost, and for a moment, he panicked; was it that Wraith again? He didn't have a remedy this time, but as he turned to face it, ready to attack with a Thunder spell, he found himself hit with the very spell he'd been ready to cast by one of the Undead mages, and he cried out from the pain.