Crypts and Cheese-Steaks (Open)

[Person]

There were two things in this world that would draw Chase to somewhere: crypts and cheese-steaks, with the latter being the more attractive of the two beauties. A place with both would be like a birthday present that one would never think that he could receive. Because there weren't any cheese-steaks around (mostly because he couldn't find any kind of cafeteria yet), he had thought stumbling into a graveyard was the next best thing.

It wasn't because he enjoyed uploading angry video blogs on the internet or writing depressing poetry that he felt comforted by the cemetery. It was because in this foreign place, it was the only thing that wasn't as exotic as flaming orbs. The boneyard called to him like a mom calls a child when its time for dinner, and he had no desire to miss out on meatloaf night.

Maybe the skeletons and assorted undead walking around would have been strange had he not been already introduced to the fact of necromancy before he arrived here. They left him alone, maybe because he himself was a necromancer, or maybe they just didn't see any pressing reason to confront him. Either way, it was fine with Chase.

"Finally, the best choice you've made all day, Chase. Time to collect thoughts and what not. Yes, yes," Thanatos said as he flew to a high branch in the tree that Chase himself was heading for. It was decrepit, barren and on the verge of dying, but he could sense that the death in it hadn't completely overtaken the tree.

"Sure," Chase said as he inhaled deeply and sat against the old tree. Collect thoughts, sure, if that's what Thanatos referred to as just relaxing for a couple minutes.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

A pair of small beings were seated on a headstone, one of them was crying and the other was trying to comfort it. Of course Liz wouldn't RP the character that was requested, that would be simply to expected. "You feel better now, yes?" the one tried to comfort the other. They looked odd if anything. Their eyes having no whites, the color simply stretched out over the entire eye in bands of alternating yellow and green. His hair was almost white, the lightest tint of cream in it and he seemed to be the odd little creature, mostly human if it weren't for his clawed hands and feet, and his features seemed slightly... off. The other was strange in this way too but it seemed like a slenderized version of the first.

"No! Friend left us alone!" it shouted in screeching tones, it's eyes narrowed as it seemed to snarl at it's comforter. "Didn't even want gifts..." it muttered, letting a human tongue slip from it's arms and fall to the ground. It was weird to see the little beings being so melancholy and oddly ghastly at the same time. There was of course a question of where the human tongue came from... it was still warm if anyone was up to touching it, it even twitched slightly. Kind of disturbing.

[Person]

Chase's interest was piqued like a child's at hearing the distress of the imps. His eyes were drawn to the headstone that they sat on, and he watched them for a couple moments in relative disinterest, contrary to what he expected. It was only until he saw an item drop to the ground and kick up the dust around it that he was once again interested. The dirt that had come around it like a protective shielding blocked any view Chase could have had of the object until he adjusted his position and waited for the dust to settle. And then he saw it.

A tongue.

It was a tongue that had dropped from the enigmatic creature's arms, and it looked quite human from where Chase was seated. He didn't want to draw any attention to himself, as obviously he was dealing with some kind of psychopathic duo, so he went to move himself in order to grab something to use as a defense mechanism. Chase was cursing at himself in his mind for not bringing his scythe. 'Of course I wouldn't need it', he had thought earlier. Hindsight was 20/20.

Within his reach was just brittle sticks that had escaped from the even frailer tree, so some sort of confrontation wasn't going to end well for Chase. Instead, he went to move himself away in a silent nonchalant fashion. He got up without a sound and proceeded to silently tiptoe away. Chase would have gotten away, too, had he not brought along the damned raven.

"I do say, Master Chase. What is that they've dropped? Why, it looks somewhat pink, perhaps a food of some sort? And where are you going, as well? Trying to leave poor Thanatos behind here! I see! Well, I'll have you know that I'm no fool, good sir!" the raven exclaimed from its perch in the decrepit tree. Chase smacked himself in the head and made various "Quiet!" motions, but the bird had a knack for speaking loudly...and then not shutting his trap when it was needed.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The imps looked towards Chase with wide, child-like eyes, "Friend?!" they asked, wide, innocent smiles spread across their expressions. They both poofed to Chase's shoulders, still smiling as they sat there comfortably. "Friend, yes?" one asked, poking Chase on the cheek. They seemed harmless enough if it wasn't for the whole tongue thing though it was important enough to keep in mind that they might have not necessarily gotten them on their own, it was more likely that they found it somewhere.

The slender imp looked over at the bird, "Gift, yes?" and a small perfume sample bottle appeared in it's hands, a completely random item but it smelled nice, kinda like vanilla and honeysuckle. "Gift for friend?" It had a big smile on it's face, very happy to be making a friend. The imps were simple creatures that looked at the world differently from others, sure they enjoyed pranks but normally they tried to make friends, usually by offering gifts that were found here or there, occasionally things that they stole from other's houses which meant that having an imp as a friend meant that generally everyone hated you for having all of their stuff.

[Person]

Chase cursed at himself when the imps saw him. Stupid, stupid, stupid bird! He would have run, but before his legs could take off speeding, the imps appeared on his shoulders. He interpreted the innocent expression as a facade for something sinister, and justly so his heart began to pound for every second they were sitting on his shoulder.

Then they kept chanting 'Friend' over and over and over again, like it was the boy's name. Chase was taken a bit back by the sudden creation of a perfume bottle from mid-air. "No gift," he said in response to the imp, shaking in hand in refusal. He would only need perfume if he had a dress and a ball to go with it, and neither of those two would be in his possession in the near (or distant) future.

"Now, if you'll excuse me kind...kind...things," Chase managed to mutter out, "I have to be going." He tried to be as nonchalant as possible in this delicate situation, as he feared for his own well-being.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Can we help?" one asked, smiling as it poked the side of Chase's head, obviously very excited to be making a new friend, "Tell what you're going to do, yes?" it asked, tilting it's head to the side slightly. The pair was very curious about Chase's actions and one could only wonder why, and for what reasons, with the level of paranoia Chase had he would likely think that the imps were after him and trying to learn as much as possible about him so they can kill him in his sleep, of course the imps weren't things that would do such a thing, Eithne was the one who'd kill you in your sleep but chances were that nobody would be too terribly afraid of Eithne if they saw her. Kind of sad that people are more instantaneously afraid of a pair of weak lesser demons than they are of Eithne, that's gotta hurt.

[Person]

"Yeah, sure. You can help by getting me a soda. And a cheesesteak," Chase said sarcastically to the imps, forgetting for a moment that they just had a tongue in their hands, because yes, they were a unit.

But they had asked where he was going, so now he had to think up a lie to get them off of his trail. They were imps...most likely left-handed, so the place they would hate to go would be--"Church. I'm going to Church," he said, cool as ice. Of course they would hate Church, so that would give them a reason to now follow him.

"Chase, you aren't going to Church. Why, in fact, the last time you've been to a mass, you were a small chap! What would ever possess you to say something like that?" Thanatos responded from the tree.

Frustration and fear bubbled up in Chase's eyes in a sickening mixture that manifested itself in his eyes. Chase picked up a rock from the ground, and threw it at the bird. He said nothing; all that he needed to say was in his eyes.

Thanatos narrowly dodged the rock, squawked, and then began to chastise in several different languages in anger. Chase ignored him.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

One of the imps held up a sandwich for Chase, it was something that could be identified as a Philly Cheese steak and somewhere out there was some man in Philadelphia shouting at God, trying to figure out what happened to his food. The other imp held up a bottle of root beer, also known as the elixir of the gods. The two imps had broad smiles on their faces, "Good gifts, yes?" they asked, hoping they did a good job at making their new friend happy.

"You know, you shouldn't be so afraid of them." a crisp voice entered into Chase's mind, planting the words gently, whoever was saying it was hidden but the force that the words were forced with was enough to give a weak minded soul a really bad headache.

[Person]

Chase didn't expect to have a cheese steak and a root beer appear in front of him; it was a very pleasant surprise. Finally, sarcasm had paid off.

He stared at the cheese steak for a few moments before deciding that he should start eating it. Chase took it with a gleam in his eye and a rumble in his stomach. As he bit into it, he was bursting from the seams from anticipation. The taste cascaded over his tongue in a tidal wave of deliciousness, and he could barely contain the contented 'Mmm'. Chase chewed slowly and gingerly, utterly intent on savoring all of the flavor that this gift from God had to offer.

After the initial swallow of the first bite of the cheese steak, he began to sip from the root beer. It eased the meat on its funeral into the acidic mausoleum called stomach.

Then he heard a voice say something to him; although, noticeably not his own. It echoed in his head like a scream in a canyon, and he was a bit creeped out by this intrusion in his mental space. "Who's there?" he said in-between bites of his cheese steak. Even in the face of danger, there's always time for a snack.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"God." came the sarcastic response, and most at recieving this kind of response might think to themselves marveling over the fact that God was a woman... though if they had seen Dogma then this fact would be nothing new to them... the only big suprise then would be that Chase's brain was not exploded and that God sounded nothing like Alanis Morissette which would probably be a major let down. Perhaps the pain brought by the voice cutting through Chase's thoughts was the first sign to brain explosion, could be possible since of course nobody's had their brain explode and been able to document how it felt for future generations.

"Imps..." the two imps replied to Chase's question, not understanding that Chase was speaking to someone else, they both poked the cheese steak, "Good present, yes?" they asked in perfect unison, hoping that they had done a good job at appeasing their new bestest buddy in the whole wide great big world.

[Person]

"I'm not talking to you," Chase said to both of the imps with a slightly annoyed tone. "No come on out. I've seen that show on NBC with the telepathic dude! I'm not challenged, y'know," Chase said aloud; however, to the bystander, he might have appeared somewhat insane. But somewhere in the apparent insanity was the logical connection that if there were flaming orbs safe to touch, cheese-steak generating imps, there had to be a telepath or two.

Chase took another bite of the cheese-steak as he awaited his response, now not bothering to savor the flavor that he had once worshiped like a god itself. "Good cheese-steak though..." he mumbled to himself in between bites.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Really now? Could have fooled me to be honest." the tone was slightly suprised as if the telepathic one hadn't expected Chase to even bother defending his intelligence. There was a slight sound indicating a footstep a little ways off, but if anyone bothered to look and detect whatever it was that had made the noise they would find nothing, whoever it was, they were goddamn good at remaining hidden, made it kinda really creepy though.

"Friends, yes?" one asked Chase, seemingly expecting the answer to be yes if thier facial expression meant anything, it was smiling a broad and happy smile, it's entire expression alight with the anticipation of being told that it now had another friend because friends were nice... yes.

[Person]

"Yeah, sure," Chase responded to the speaking imp, "just don't kill me." He looked around and around, attempting to pinpoint the source of the telepathic hate mail, but that was honestly dumb. Chase had a splitting headache, and so the only cure was another bite of the god-food.

"Sure, whatever. Just stay out there. Freakin' stalkers--what has this world come to? Givin' powers to creepers around the world," Chase said, loud enough so that any strangely well-hidden people would hear, but it was directed to the imps. "Am I right?" he asked as a follow-up.

"I do say, it seems that you stressed, Master Chase. In fact, there's some paranoia in there too, but not directed at those imps like before. And some pain, as well. Seems to be some deadly game, afoot," Thanatos said from his perch, after undergoing a record of silence.

"Don't worry...just ignore the bird," he said again to the imps.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The imps shrugged, not really understanding what Chase was talking about for they were simple beings. They instead let an odd assortment of items come to be in their arms, a child's pacifier was in the arms of on and the other was holding a woman's earring. They both held the items up for Chase to see, obviously hoping that they were satisfactory things to give their new buddy.

There was a faint laugh as a figure dropped down from the decrepit tree Chase was passing. She was a light thing and rather short, her reddish orange eyes looking over Chase with skepticism- she obviously didn't think much of him already. She let a little sigh pass over her lips yet she said absolutely nothing, instead she leaned against the tree and continued to watch, "If you're trying to incinuate that I use magic to keep hidden then you'll be dissapointed, I don't need magic to outsmart you." there was a knowing smirk on her face that told that she was aware of something or other during the current situation that Chase was likely not to know.

[Person]

Chase held his nose, "Well, something sure stinks around here. Either you're so high up on your horse that you're bringing some alien-stink down to earth or it's the stink of a vampire." He had picked that unmistakable smell from the air, picking it out of a line-up like a victim. Innate magic had already began to manifest itself in the not-so-eager Chase, whether he liked it (or realized it). In fact, he wasn't entirely aware on how he made the assumption in the first place; for all he knew, it was just a shot-in-the-dark.

"Well, at least he's progressing..." Thanatos said in a sigh from his perch. "But, please Master Chase! Be civilized!" Thanatos had remembered Chase's father first experience with a vampire: the overwhelming disgust of something that rudely disrespects the ritual that progresses the physical life beyond. The bird himself had gotten over most of the racism involved with the undead, but he honestly feared for Chase's ego.