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[deadxen.livejournal.com]

[In one of the rooms, it's really cold for no apparent reason.

Upon closer inspection, though, you might notice there's a person-shaped piece of space that looks more like a proper person shape the longer you look at it.

Ghost ambiance and ice powers? No wonder it's cold. And if you listen:]

...Hm.

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[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Why is it cold. Why is it so cold. Do not want.

And so, Xigbar wanted a fire, or if there's a heater in the room... Nah, setting the spell was faster. The several wooden chairs to the right would receive a firaga. Warmth. ♥ ]

[deadxen.livejournal.com]

[Why did it have to be fire?! Cue one ghostly entity dropping the temperature in the spots not reached by fire even more. Not being solid is so inconvenient; he misses his ice already.]

Was that necessary, you juvenile?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ -- Hm? A familiar voice, kind of! She turned around to see the translucent form of... ]

Vexen? [ A tilt of her head, she stares. What is this. ]

[deadxen.livejournal.com]

[He just looks at her, raising an eyebrow slowly and giving her a haughty stare. Just like old times amirite.

Except she's female, which is. Not right. But he'll let it go because, well, he's dead and weird things just don't surpass that.]

No, I'm someone else's bitter ghost.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Then clearly someone else's bitter ghost won't mind if I turn up the heat, riiight?

[ See the icon. It is her face. Score? ]

[deadxen.livejournal.com]

[His eyes narrow in what might be dangerous (or at least the threat of yelling) if he wasn't. Dead.

It gets a little colder in the immediate area, though.]

You wouldn't dare.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

You're right. I wouldn't. Not my element at all.

[ And then she gets out... two sticks of homemade dynamite. She enjoys science her way. ] I think these would object, though.

[deadxen.livejournal.com]

[Even death Vexen doesn't get a break. He is wondering if dynamite will do anything to him except ruffle his intangible feathers. He would still be annoyed, at least.]

Do not light those.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

If you tell me how you returned as a ghost, I won't pull out the lighter.

[ 'Lighter' and not Fire or matches, but she'll be nice. Xigbar uses said sticks to see if it would move across Vexen's ghostly body with no problems whatsoever. ]

[deadxen.livejournal.com]

I--stop that!

[He takes a step back from the offending sticks. So rude, Xigbar, really.]

I haven't ascertained how my current situation is possible as of yet.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

Hm?

[He can tolerate the cold... sort of well, for the time being.]

[deadxen.livejournal.com]

[Lexaeus. Not as hated as the rest of the Organization. The temperature won't change, sorry, but the person-shaped space might become a little more 'solid.'

And he's just going to stare, deadpan.]

Hm indeed.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

Death seems to have been unkind to you.

[deadxen.livejournal.com]

I am aware.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[A moment of silence while he thinks things over.]

Have you had time to acclimatize to that form yet?

[deadxen.livejournal.com]

I have enough control to move and maintain a sufficient level of visibility.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

[A nod.]

I would imagine the intangibility to be an inconvenience.

[deadxen.livejournal.com]

It has numerous drawbacks, yes.

[And now, to business:]

This is not Castle Oblivion.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

The popular name for it is 'the Dressing Room'.

[deadxen.livejournal.com]

I've never heard of such a world.

[andahardplace.livejournal.com]

Neither had I, until my own arrival here.

[deadxen.livejournal.com]

I see. And what conclusions have you drawn?

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

[glances into the room at the sound, but doesn't immediately see anyone. at feeling the coldness in the air though, he's looking for a room thermostat to hike that heat up]

[deadxen.livejournal.com]

[The ghost watches Sora with narrowed eyes, wishing he could conjure tangible ice to make that thermostat unreachable.]

Leave it alone.

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

[straightens with a blink, his arm jerking away from the temperature gauge he was about to adjust]

Who's there?