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[teaandclaws]

[Today, in one of the kitchens, there is a Zexion. But something is kind of odd with him. On one hand, he seems to disappear at times, becoming invisible. Except what he's holding is still moving. And when he is visible, he's very slightly see-through and glowing white. Like a ghost of some sort. He's making tea, seeming not at all bothered by his surroundings--not really caring, really, because new ground means new prey and new opportunities and less of a history than his old, dreary Victorian with its high body count.

Finally, he pours what he's been working on--tea, it seems, though how he can drink it is another question. He'll sit on a counter with his cup, taking in the scent of the warm beverage while he goes in and out of visibility.]

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[giveyoumy]

[That certainly isn't something Sora's used to seeing. He pauses when he sees what looks like a cup floating on its own, his eyes going wide as he backs into the wall.]

[teaandclaws]

[Oh, now, isn't this interesting. Zexion will slowly appear, remaining very slightly transparent as he sits there.]

Didn't your mother teach you it's quite rude to stare?

[giveyoumy]

[His mouth is opening and closing, but no sound is coming out. If his hair weren't already spiked it would be standing on end. The question startles him into answering instead of outright shrieking and running out the door.]

I-I-I haven't got one.

...Sorry, Sora. |D

[teaandclaws]

No father, either, then, I suppose.

[He remains nonchalant, sliding off the counter to step down onto the floor. He sets the tea down, and for just a brief moment, his fingers will, instead of appearing normal, sharpen into black points--spindly claws perfect for rending and tearing flesh. But then they're normal fingers again as he approaches the boy.]

[dawnrise]

[Well, Riku was going into the kitchen, before she saw his smarmy face. The disappearing act doesn't even faze her after the initial, split-second stare. It's his face that gets on her nerves.

On second thought, maybe she doesn't want ice cream.]

[teaandclaws]

[Don't think he didn't notice you, Riku. He'll set the mug down and then simply disappear, that smug little smile on his face as he does so. Not like he can actually drink the tea, anyway. But then he'll show himself, standing nearer, leaning against a wall.]

Pleasant day, isn't it?

[dawnrise]

[Oh, you're one of those types. As if she couldn't tell by his face. She resists the intense urge to roll her eyes and heads toward the fridge.]

Good enough.

[teaandclaws]

[He's a ghost, Riku, what did you expect? That he'd leave you alone?]

Only good enough?

[dawnrise]

[Nah. He must be bored. She opens the freezer and starts shuffling through it curiously.]

I don't know if I'd go as far as 'pleasant'.

[teaandclaws]

Is there something wrong, then?

[He'll fade out again, appearing on the counter again.]

[dawnrise]

No, it's just average.

[Reese's ice cream bars? You'll do. She opens the box to snag one, eyes staying off of Zexion for the most part.]

[teaandclaws]

Average. How dull.

[He'll run fingers idly across the counter, leaving soft scratches by currently-unseen claws.]

Now. Could you tell me where I am?

[dawnrise]

[She pauses, then shoves the box back into the freezer and moves to the garbage to unwrap her ice cream.]

You're new?

[teaandclaws]

Hardly new in terms of age, but most definitely when it comes to this location. At least, I'm quite sure this isn't my Victorian.

[He'll have the most cordial smile on. Come on, Riku, don't you trust this smile?]

[dawnrise]

[Not a chance.]

... No, it's not. This is the dressing room.

[teaandclaws]

...Dressing room?

[Color him less than impressed at the name.]

[dawnrise]

Don't ask, we don't know.

[Crunch. Delicious chocolate-coated ice cream.]

\o/

[giveyoumy]

[Sora's glued to the spot, his back pressed against the wall as if he could somehow merge right through it and run to safety. The flash of claws wasn't lost on him, but he's already terrified by what Zexion is.]

N-no.

Re: \o/

[teaandclaws]

How unfortunate.

[However, the smile he flashes is cordial and polite.]

Do you enjoy tea?

[teaandclaws]

[Do you really have to eat in front of him? >| He can't eat anymore.]

It's hardly creative as a name.

[dawnrise]

[Yep. It's delicious, too~]

I didn't come up with it.

[giveyoumy]

[Definitely not what he was expecting to be asked. Sora's going to try to slowly inch toward the door, his eyes not leaving Zexion's.]

It's.. bitter.

[teaandclaws]

Not all tea is bitter, child. Why not have some?

[He notices that, and is now appearing in the doorway!]

[teaandclaws]

I never said you did.

[Oh, screw you.]

[dawnrise]

[Mmm, chocolate.]

Then what's the point in saying that to me?

[giveyoumy]

[Lets just say, it's a good thing he didn't need to use the restroom when Zexion did that. Sora all but stumbles into a chair in his hurry to put more distance between them. Tea is the last thing on his mind.]

Gyah!

[teaandclaws]

Why so afraid? I'm not hurting you.

[He'll approach, but he'll remain visible, hands in plain sight, held up to show he's not going to hurt anyone.]

Had I wanted to, I would have done so already.

[teaandclaws]

I am not allowed to observe something aloud?

[>[ ]

[dawnrise]

No, go for it.

[What does she care?]

[teaandclaws]

[He'll take up the tea again and smell.]

Is there anything else I should know?

[giveyoumy]

But you're a ghost! That means you're dead!

[It's not right and he doesn't know what to do about it.]

[teaandclaws]

Indeed I am. Nothing wrong with that.

[Deal With It.]

[giveyoumy]

But you're not supposed to be here!

[Oh, he'll deal with it. Sora's going to attempt to remember the words to the eternal rest prayer he's heard a handful of times, the one that urges any lingering souls to find peace and leave the land of the living. It isn't in English, but Zexion should get the idea.]

R-réquiem ætérn-nam d-dona...

[teaandclaws]

[All it does is agitate him. He'll reach out, grabbing a wrist as his whole form subtly shifts. His fingers lengthen and sharpen into claws, his eyes will appear sunken while the iris and pupil vanish into whiteness. His skin will grey, and the glow he'd had will vanish as skin cracks and clothes become tattered. And the teeth in his mouth? Are needle-sharp, his lips dry and cracked and drawn back, unable to fully close. Hair grays and becomes unkempt, clumped with grease and dust and who knows what else.]

I do not have patience for this, boy. what you see before you is what happens when someone dies a particularly violent death. We cannot pass on, eternally bound to the world our death occurred in.

[giveyoumy]

[The words die in Sora's throat as he stares at Zexion in even more horror than before, face going pale. It's even worse because he can feel the touch on his skin, the strong grip keeping him from taking off down the hall like he'd like to. Mid-way through Zexion's words he starts screaming fit to bring the roof down.]

[teaandclaws]

[Immediately, he returns to normal, but he keeps his grip tight.]

You have no reason to fear me as of yet.

[giveyoumy]

[The change in appearance doesn't do much to calm him. His mouth snaps shut at that yet, but he's still wild-eyed and ready to bolt at a moment's notice.]

W-w-what do you want?

[teaandclaws]

Company, at the moment. Which is why I offered you tea.

[Though now he's feeling quite tempted to just eat the boy.]

[giveyoumy]

[He shakes his head quickly.]

I'm n-no good for that! Really! I don't even like tea!

[teaandclaws]

[He presses his free hand to his forehead, as if fighting off a headache.]

Can you speak?

[giveyoumy]

[Looks like Sora's trying to suck his own lips into his mouth now, and biting down on them enough to make speaking impossible.]

[teaandclaws]

...

[...Why are kids so stubborn.]

I'll be blunt. Would you like to be my company, or my dinner?

[giveyoumy]

Neither! Let me go!

[Being dinner hadn't even crossed his mind, but now that it has, he's going to struggle to get away in earnest.]

[teaandclaws]

[And Zexion won't let go, digging claws into his wrist just ever so slightly.

But then, he relaxes and releases the boy.]

Very well.

[giveyoumy]

[Sora stumbles back against the counter, caught by surprise at his sudden release. Perhaps if he'd come from a world with Keyblades and magic, he'd be better prepared to meet something like Zexion. That not being the case, it's all he can do to try to flat-out run past the ghost in a mad dash for the door.]

[dawnrise]

You're trapped here and you'd better get used to it.

[That's pretty much the gist of it.]