R5: ghost hangout

[foundationmods]

[What's this? The fog of the miasma has pulled back, revealing a path down to the basement. None of the living seem to notice it though, only those who are dead are aware of it.

Down in the basement is a large furnished room. It doesn't seem as dusty as the rest of the house, and it actually seems lived in? Or...un-lived in, technically. But the lighting here works and there's plenty to do. Even if the ghosts might not need it, there's several beanbag chairs (brought in by one of the many groups of teenagers who have disappeared into the house), a large couch, and even a jacuzzi. Because even if you're in eternal pain, you can relax a bit, right?

If the ghosts look up, they'll see that the ceiling appears to be made of spider-patterned stained glass. Which is weird, considering that it should be floorboards and such. But the stained glass allows them to look up into all parts of the house and easily spy on the living. What they hear can be hit or miss, especially if the living are whispering, but seeing what they're up to should be easy enough.

Well. Might as well make the most of this space, right?]

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[dreamdispersal]

[ Yes, of course. Everything Haku had ever wished for was humble, but it had fit neatly with Zabuza's own ambitions all the same. They'd had a mutual benefit, all this time. Companionship against fighting power.

One of these things is useless now. The other.... Who can really say?

Regardless of that uncertainty, Zabuza is getting sick of hearing Haku (or half of Haku, whatever the case may be) talk down to him this way. Being passive doesn't suit him.

He gets up and takes the appropriate steps until he comes to stand right in front of where Haku is seated. Looking down at him, a grotesque mockery of their positions that day on the bridge. ]

I am by your side. Right now. Whatever creature we are becoming, that much is going to remain.

[dreamshielder]

[If that's meant to be threatening or poetic or some combination of both, there aren't any cues to indicate that it's registering. Instead he continues to smile up a little blankly, hands placed delicately on his knees.]

You don't understand. do you, Zabuza-san?

[He straightens up to his full height.... and then floats upwards past that, rising ominously from the ground until they're at eye level.]

That isn't what I want anymore.

[dreamdispersal]

[ Those blank dead eyes, this empty smile... It's Haku, but it isn't Haku. It's the vessel, it's Haku under a curse, and Zabuza will be damned before he simply takes anything this person throws at him lying down.

He died. He let himself be killed, without putting up as much of a fight as he could have, in order to see Haku again. He's not going to turn on his heels now because of some petty words.

So instead of being sufficiently impressed by the floating display, Zabuza simply reaches up and grabs Haku's clothes, an attempt to pull him a bit further down again. ]

Well, that's just too bad, isn't it? You and I are going to be tied together forever. Haku's wish is going to be fulfilled, twisted or not.

[dreamshielder]

[That actually surprises him a little. It doesn't get much of a reaction, other than his eyes widening slightly, but as Zabuza yanks him down closer, Haku's more gentle smile widens into a grin. It's an expression Zabuza might've seen before -- one Haku tends to wear when dealing with vermin he's finally allowed to dispatch of.]

You're a bit late to be concerned about my wishes, aren't you?

[His hands stay at his sides, clearly unperturbed by the grab. Why would he be when he can simply order Zabuza to let go whenever he feels like it?]

As if anything I wanted while I was still alive has any meaning to me now. My heart isn't that weak anymore.