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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week 3 - thursday

[tangentlion]

[yay jacuzzi. The warm bubbling water around him almost soothes away some of the pain. Almost. This place kind of reminds him of the Dead God's Pad, a bit.

Sho is apparently asleep while the stupid nonsense upstairs is going on, with a hot towel over his eyes and just manspreading like no one's business in the hot tub. Thankfully, with boxers on.

The moment he senses one of his compatriots in the space, though, he speaks up, lifting the towel from one eye and peeking out]

So.

When are we going to tell them I can hear their sorry excuse for telepathy as clear as a bell?

[carbide]

[Olympia takes the opportunity to flop on one of the beanbag chairs. This does nothing for her, actually. Things she hasn't gained from being dead: the ability to feel comfortable.]

It will have to be relatively soon, while they still believe it to be working. They caught on to the fact that those who die remember their secrets disappointingly quickly.

[tangentlion]

[sucks to be you, olympia]

Amazing. It's almost like the people who get Era... who die are the same people they were when they were alive. Morons.

..... Heh. You should do it. Make them think you're a mind reading robot.

[hitscans]

Ha ha, let them have their fun for now. They'll realize it soon enough, I think.

[ jack, meanwhile, is sitting on the couch ]

[carbide]

He learns quickly.

[tangentlion]

Aww, but the looks on their faces. They'll have a price of i.

[hitscans]

[ give him a second to remember high school math... ]

Square root of -1?

[tangentlion]

Well. The square root of negative one is an example of i. I mean to say they'd be priceless.

[tangentlion]

It's real cute that they think that shark-faced ninja will do what he says he will.

[hitscans]

Heh, that was a good one.

[tangentlion]

Then again, it might be smarter to keep it to ourselves for now. It's not like they're actually saying anything worthwhile. "Blah blah traps, blah blah what does it all mean???"

Zeroes.

[carbide]

I suspect many of them have little understanding of what being a ninja entails.

[tangentlion]

The whole set of zetta zeroes deserve whatever they get if they look at that guy, who has admitted to being a ninja and an assassin, and say to themselves "GOLLY. I HOPE HE DOES THE RIGHT THING!"

[hitscans]

Reveal it when they think that they've finally got a fool-proof way to keep us from overhearing.

[carbide]

I believe they trusted the two of us.

[tangentlion]

... are you saying you're just as shady as shark boy there? Cause. You not.

[tangentlion]

The only useful bit I gleaned was that they may need some... motivation? To go check out the "new" rooms. Make sure the next Vessel knows.

[carbide]

Oh? How many adventuring parties have met with an untimely end as a result of trusting you?

[hitscans]

I'll pass that information along.

[tangentlion]

... Uh... Zero? The Reaper's job is to be the bad guy.

.... oh.

So. Life isn't all sunshine and daisy sculptures made of gears for you after all.

Week 4 - early monday morning

[dreamdispersal]

[ He's awake again. He's awake again and he's not quite himself and his body hurts in every possible location a body could hurt. He didn't think it was possible for a hardened fighter like him to experience this much pain, but life's a bitch and death is apparently no better.

For a moment, Zabuza simply lays on the floor and takes in the agony, staring up at the strange ceiling. It would have been too easy for it all to be over, instead he has to be this and---

So does Haku. That's what makes him bolt upright after all. Haku. He doesn't know what he actually has to say to him, but... He should find him. Just to ascertain for himself what kind of state he is in.

Zabuza can be found exploring the basement though he doesn't linger too long in any one spot. He's searching.

After he and Haku had a ... chat, however, he's in the Jacuzzi because that is what he deserves right now, fuck it all. ]

exploring;

[tangentlion]

[There's a card table down here, probably from college kid beer pong. Sho is using it to make elaborate card houses. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Zabuza]

Looking for something?

[dreamshielder]

[Zabuza will find Haku sitting on a bean bag chair staring up at the ceiling. If he's paying attention, he'll observe that Haku seems to be looking very specifically at the little shrine that Room 2 have apparently put up for him, a faint smile curling his lips. Then again, that may not be the most pertinent thing seeing as Haku has changed. A faint shroud of miasma surrounds him and it might almost be pretty if it weren't for the aura of misery that it induces.

He will, however, look at Zabuza when approached.]

Sit.

[dreamdispersal]

[ Any sense of relief Zabuza might have felt over finding Haku seemingly alright dissipates into nothingness at the command and his own undeniable urge to follow it.

He sits, instantly, without question, and it's wrong wrong wrong. The Demon of the Hidden Mist doesn't obey, not like this. Haku doesn't command, not like this.

They're not themselves anymore and the pain of being torn apart dulls in comparison to the sense of strangeness this evokes.]

Haku... that's who you are, right?

[dreamshielder]

[The question makes something in his expression change -- the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes now gone.]

Have you already forgotten who I am, Zabuza-san?