Reunited (And it feels so good!) [open, I guess]

[Skulls And Pie]

It was a windy day. Terribly windy. And the sky was grey. Terribly grey. A bolt of lightning struck the ground in the far west of the Divine Hills, and a small group appeared. Heading it was Hel [not a typo], or Queen Hela [not a typo] to mortals, the mistress of the dead. She wore a black strapless backless dress with fishnet gloves. The torn, tattered back of the dress dragged behind her. At her side was a grey creature. It was too small to be a wolf, but too big to be a dog, and covered in blood. Behind her was Surtr, a human sized giant in black armor, with cracked skin, under which one could see lava. Following him was a small group of undead ladies in waiting, and at the very back was a familiar face. Well, somewhat. Donning a black t-shirt with red-black striped armwarmers and a pair of tight black jeans painted with skeleton bones on the front was the flag boy and jester of Hel. His face was painted with his usual corpse paint and skeleton makeup, but the left side of his face and the fingers of his left hand were all black and charred. The right side of his body was very cold and paler than usual. Holding the tall red and black flag above his head, marching solemnly behind his mistress, was Yorick, messy hair and everything. Hel stopped and held her hand in a "stop" sign. She then snapped and pointed back at Yorick with her skeleton hand. He marched around the group and stood on the side opposite the creature, Garm. She then snapped again and the group resumed walking.

OoC: J-BEAR HAS FIRST DIBS POSTING 'CAUSE I SAY SO.

[J-Bear!]

Jatza wandered around, and spotted an odd looking group. Next to a strange creature, she spotted a familiar face. Her eyes widened. "Could it be . . . Yorry?" She said aloud. She ran over to him. "It really is you, isn't it?" She said quietly.

[[LOLZ Thanks. And nice title. EKSDEE.]]

[Skulls And Pie]

Hel growled and fire reflected in her left eye. She snapped and pointed at Yorick. "Permission to speak, ma'am?" he said in a flat, almost robotic tone. She hissed and nodded. He completely broke. He knew he'd get punished later, but he couldn't help it. "JATZA!" he exclaimed, pouncing on her and glomping her to the ground. He kissed her cheeks multiple times. "Jazz-I-missed-you-so-much-how-have-you-been-are-you-seeing-anyone-you're-as -beautiful-as-ever..." He continued on and on, giving his tongue a major workout. Surtr glared and Garm growled. Hel watched with a mixture of amusement and disgust. I see I have a lure for my little boy-toy... Good to know... The words hissed in her skull, buzzing with anxiety. Yorick was still hugging Jazz and going on asking her questions. Sure, his left side hurt and his right side had little feeling, but he didn't care.

[J-Bear!]

Jatza's eyes widened when she was tackled to the ground. She tried to answer all of his questions. "Erm . . . Thank you, and I missed you too. How have you been?" Her eyes were sorrowful, but there was no hint of regret. "Yorry, could you please get off me? I appreciate the enthusiam, but there's something I need to tell you. And I have some questions of my own." She smiled sadly.

[demonfire]

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" came Estrik screaming from beyond a hill. He ran up to Jatza and ripped Yorick off of her, his vibrant red eyes flaming as if they had just been attempted to be doused with kerosene. Jealousy consumed him like a snake consumes a mouse, engulfing his entire being. "Now, who are you? I don't take kindly to men or undead things hitting on my girlfriend."

[J-Bear!]

Jatza flinched. "Estrik, this is Yorry. Do you remember me telling you about him?" She asked quietly. "Estrik, Yorry. Yorry, this is Estrik, my new boyfriend." Again, her eyes were sorrowful, but there was no regret. "Anyways, why is one side of you all burned and the other all cold?" She asked, slightly worried. "And who is that woman who you had to ask permission to speak to me?"

[Skulls And Pie]

"Oh. I see how it is," Yorick said, dusting himself off. "I am Jazz's, apparently ex-, boyfriend. I died. And this woman here," he continued, motioning toward Hel, "Is my mistress now." Hel smiled coldy and evilly at Estrik. Garm growled. "He doesn't take well to threats toward his mistress's jester and flagbearer." Morbid held his right hand out to Estrik, which was freezing. It was now impossible to measure his body temperature. His left half was now permanently a burning temperature while his right side was always sub-zero.

[demonfire]

"Well, I really don't care who you are. You're still dead to me," Estrik said with an evil smirk. "And believe me, I've got some connections in the real Hell, my friends. The original demon is not one to mess with." He spit on the ground by Yorick's feet, obviously pissed off. It was one thing to try and hit on his girlfriend, but then he tried to threaten him? Certain things just sent him over the edge.

[J-Bear!]

"Boys, boys, no fighting. I mean, I know I'm amazingly beautiful, but that's no reason to fight over me," Jazz joked. Obviously sensing it wasn't working, she frowned. "Seriously though, Estrik, I assumed you would behave yourself." She shook her head. "And Yorry, please don't be upset with me. Believe me, once you died, it was awful. Ask anyone. I was depressed for almost two weeks. But then, my friend Yuna told me you wouldn't want to see me crying, and I figured I had to move on. So I moved on, and I really like Estrik." She sighed. "I didn't plan on seeing you ever again." She looked confused. "Okay, but two more questions. Why is she? And you never answered my first question." She flinched again at Hel and Garm, and shivered, moving closer to Estrik.

[hannah montana]

"What, do I have to burn you again? BURNINATING THE PEAAASANTS!" Amber screamed, burning Yorick.

[Skulls And Pie]

"I wasn't threatening you," Yorick continued calmly, "I'm sorry you misunderstood." Yorick idly dug his hands through his hair. He smiled warmly at Jazz.

Hel and her crew sat down boredly. "Anyone wanna play Go Fish?" Surtr asked. The group murmured agreement.

[hannah montana]

"JATZA LIVES THE LIFE OF A PLAYER, SO DON'T PLAYER HATE ON HER." Amber screamed, jumping in front of Jatza so she wouldn't be contaminated. "Estrik! Get the blowtorch!! I might need some extra help to kill him again!"

[J-Bear!]

Jatza smiled back at Yorry sadly. If only I could explain my position . . . To both of them. She thought sorrowfully. She stared oddly at Hel and her 'friends,' along with Amber. "I'm a player now? Wonderful." She rolled her eyes.

[demonfire]

"Blowtorch? I was thinking thermite," Estrik said, taking out some powdered rust and aluminum, in separate containers of course, as well as some magnesium. He placed the items around Yorick and then used the magnesium like a fuse, running for cover as it almost went off. As it did, the fire was eerily green, thanks to some Beryllium. Chemistry sure is nifty for pyromaniacs!

[J-Bear!]

Jatza's eyes widened. "Um, is that stable, Estrik?" She sighed. I should have known something like this would happen. She did nothing to stop the fire, but said, "I don't think fire can hurt dead people, you guys."