http://silent-basilisk.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] silent-basilisk.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] niteo_logs2010-09-24 09:53 pm

Is totally not scared of ghosts.

Characters: Vera Solomon, Open
When: 24th September
Where: The Hospital
Rating: PG
Summary: Vera decides to go ghost hunting. Unfortunately, she's not too big a fan of the supernatural. At all.

The hospital is an old, tall building with plants slowly creeping their way up and through the walls and it just seemed to generate a feeling of eeriness, the fact it was raining didn't seem to help.

Vera wasn't even inside yet, and she hated it already.

She shifted irritably in front of the old building, hands buried deep in her trench coat pockets; making sure to keep a glare firmly fixed on it. Really though, why the hell was she feeling so uncomfortable; she'd been in old, abandoned buildings before, the only thing that made this one different was the possibility of ghosts...

...Maybe she'll stay outside for a few more minutes.

[identity profile] ensnarled.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Walks were really doing him good. Being cooped up in a room piled high with books wasn't doing him any favors. It got musty, boring, and more than that... he just felt trapped. Which was why Riku had taken to going out more often. Not with people, no, but just by himself; exploring the city, trying to find clues in the debris, and scenting which deep, dark corners and buildings were steeped in Darkness.

Usually, he went about these walks completely alone, never coming across another living scent. Completely left alone to the inner workings of his mind, to the gears slowly shifting and turning. But this day... well. This day he actually caught a scent - a living scent - and he even went towards it.

Perhaps it was curiosity as to why a person would be so near something so steeped in Darkness and evil, or maybe it was just the simple fact that since Roxas left... he'd been out of people to talk to - loneliness wasn't something Riku dealt well with, even if he did come across as antisocial at times - but either way, in just a few minutes he was coming to that old hospital, stopping a few feet away from a girl - her name escaped him, but then again... he never really asked for names - and tilting his head to the side.

"You're not thinking of going in there, are you?"
Edited 2010-09-24 23:54 (UTC)

[identity profile] violet-prince.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Okami stuck to the shadows of the buildings, wanting to head down to the hospital to take a gather some herbs from the greenhouse and dry them in the window of his apartment. It'd be good in case anyone was harmed in the future and it would be like sleeping in his mother's garden.

He froze when he spotted the two, lowering his goggles to rest on his neck to get a better look. Maybe he could walk past them and they wouldn't notice? ...When did he become so anti-social?

He took a breath, putting on his sweetest smile and walked over to the two, "I didn't expect to see anyone here, well..." His smile darkened playfully, "No one alive anyway." He paused a few feet from them, tilting his head, "If I've interrupted something, I'll just be heading in..."

[identity profile] ensnarled.livejournal.com 2010-09-26 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
People could barely startle him anymore, but he'd been so concentrated on trying to place that girl's face that Okami's approach went completely unnoticed. Which was why he stiffened at the other male's voice, his right hand twitching down to his waist, magic gathering in his palm as he started to reach his mind towards his weapon. Thankfully, he stopped himself, staring at the newcomer from beneath the fabric of his blindfold.

Ahh, finally. It took him a while, seeing as he only knew her face from videos of when they were both children, but he knew her. The girl who couldn't speak, the one who communicated through text. No wonder she'd looked a bit frustrated.

"... I can see through this," he said to Vera, reaching a hand up to run his fingers over the dark cloth. Then, he turned towards Okami, frowning slightly at him. "You actually want to go in there?"

Granted, Riku wasn't scared of the place. The teen wasn't really scared of anything. He just didn't know why anyone would want to go into a place so run down and reeking of Darkness and death.

[identity profile] violet-prince.livejournal.com 2010-09-26 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Okami sighed, pushing his bangs from his face, "I've been in before...and nothing terrible happened. It was a matter of someone's life, I didn't have much choice in the matter." He glanced at him, cocking his head to the side, "There may be things in there of use still, it'd be foolish to let them go to waste just because of their location."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I'm used to places like this."

He blinked, glancing at the woman and smiling sweetly again, "If I surprised you, I apologize. I tend to move quietly." He tilted his head, watching with mild interest as she moved to the entrance. He sighed softly, shaking his head and following a good ways behind her.

[identity profile] ensnarled.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
His eyebrows just remained permanently quirked up as he took in what Okami was saying. Supplies... warranted, sure. But still, this place couldn't be the only place to find things he needed, could it? He knew the city was ruined, but to have to stoop to frequenting these kinds of places for meager supplies? He just couldn't quite wrap his mind around them. But perhaps he was too used to being able to open a portal at a whim and travel from world to world. What China didn't have, France might have. Just a quick jump through Darkness from Mulan's world to the Beast's and all his needs were met.

Here, he didn't have this luxury. And back home, not many did.

Regardless, he was choosing to stay nearly as quiet as the woman he was with. He may be perfectly able to use his vocal chords, he just didn't see much point to it regularly. Other than to grunt in acknowledgment to Okami's statement. But then... then they were moving into that house, and while Riku would want nothing more to just turn and leave them be... but...

Unfortunately, that heart he didn't deserve was still beating strong in his chest, so after just a handful of seconds he was padding after the two into the building before them, carefully sidestepping debris as he tried to proceed as carefully as possible.

[identity profile] violet-prince.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Okami shook his head slowly, stepping lightly around the dangerous bits, kneeling down and brushing some dust off an old file. He tried to blow the dust from the file but it crumbled in his hands, collecting in a pile at his feet.

He stood slowly, holding his hand out, a small orb of golden light appearing on the tip of his finger, lighting a good five feet around him. It flickered weakly, hovering over his finger and hanging in the air near his shoulder as he lowered his hand.

He dusted his hands off on his pants, glancing around absently before walking over to the far side. He looked back to the woman and Riku. He could get on by himself and the two most likely could as well, but having company wasn't terrible from time to time, but it wasn't like having Naruto around at least then they could talk to keep their nerves in check.

He sighed, starting to walk back over to them when he heard something. Turning quickly, his earring jingling gently in his ear, he stared down the dark hallway. A chill ran down his spine as he watched, still as possible, barely remembering to breathe. Nothing moved and the sound didn't come again. He looked away slowly, 'Just the wind.' He frowned slightly, fighting the urge to reach for one of his guns.

Okami shifted, looking to the woman again,speaking gently, "Why did you decide to come here?"

/SOBS random windbag ahoy ;;

[identity profile] ensnarled.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't know what was worse, the chills constantly running down his back... or the fact that it really was hard to see in this place. He was used to walking around in the Darkness, using his nose to see what his eyes could not. But this... this wasn't the Darkness. This was a run down hospital cast in shadows. The sky was dark, dusk was coming, and whatever windows this place used to have were grimy and broken, covered by debris and the collection of Hearts knew what over years. So, once he'd stubbed his toes a few dozen times on random pieces of stuff he hadn't even seen, Riku decided to take a chance. Gloved fingers reached up and pulled that blindfold back, pushing it up until it rested over his forehead. He could feel the pull of Darkness, especially in this place, but he wasn't letting it show in more than a sliver of gold in his otherwise aquamarine eyes. No transformations for him today.

Still, he followed the two of them further into the gloom, his hand twitching at every creak in the house, every chill he felt race down his spine. Souleater was always five seconds away from being called to his side, and he could feel that power and presence inside of him roiling uncomfortably. The girl he could keep track of, seeing as he had moved until she was within his sights. Okami? Well, that jingling of his earring made him simple to track, too.

Either way, now that he'd committed himself this much, there was no use in turning back. Okami was a doctor, that he knew, and he knew nothing of this woman's abilities. He didn't doubt that they knew some form of self defense to have survived longer than him in such a place, but he wasn't going to just leave it at that and walk away. He may not be a hero, but like hell was he going to just turn his back on people he might be able to save. Not if he didn't have anything better to do, that is.

Well, at least he was calm until Okami decided to speak up. Then he couldn't help but jump and turn a bit as dark purple fire - barely bright enough to give any light - formed in his palm for just a second. Then, he tightened his fist, cutting off the flow of magic, and forced himself to take a deep breath in and out before reaching up and pulling the fabric down over now pure gold eyes, forcing the Darkness inside him to retreat.

"Hard to believe this used to be a hospital," he muttered just after Okami asked his question, barely loud enough to be considered interrupting. He was curious to hear the answer, sure. But something about this place was unnerving him. He wasn't normally one for small talk, but anything was better than silently waiting for whatever was lurking in the shadows of this place.
Edited 2010-09-27 22:16 (UTC)

hohoho

[identity profile] violet-prince.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He blinked, looking at Riku slowly and watching him, eyes narrowing slightly. He sighed softly, tearing his eyes away, "Human hospitals...many people come to die in such places, be it due to human error or old age." He laid his hand on the nearby wall, closing his eyes, "Many died of diseases and..." He pulled his hand away quickly, shaking his head.

He caught sight of the gold for just a second, not sure what to make of it. Maybe Riku's eyes changed like his? It didn't matter, though. It didn't effect him.

Okami tilted his head, reading the message quietly and smiling softly, looking at her, putting his hand over his heart, "If you don't mind terribly, we can look together. I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but I'm not that well and it would be nice to have company in such an unforgiving place."

He sighed, waving his hand at the orb hovering near his shoulder as it floated over to the middle of the room, waiting patiently. He created another three more in the same manner as the first and they circled him lazily, their combined light managing to fill the current room.

He felt another chill slip down his back and frowned, glancing down the hall where he'd thought he heard something. Had it really been the wind? Or had it been a whisper? Or had someone come in before them?

"It would be nice if there was a map of this place...then we could figure out where the records were kept exactly."

[identity profile] ensnarled.livejournal.com 2010-10-01 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
The blindfold? Well, that's not for his sight. That's to keep the monster inside him at bay. To let him keep his form. Peeking out from under it is fine, but removing it completely? Well, then the Darkness came out to play. But for the moment he was fine, he was recovering, and he could feel the little prickle of the color change in his eyes from behind that cloth. So, when Vera started typing on her PDA he slowly stepped forward, pushing a corner of the cloth up to read what she was writing even as he responded to Okami.

"Let me guess: the doctors here weren't the nicest," he said simply, leaning over slightly as he let his eyes scan over the text before letting out a little "tch" and stepping back, letting the cloth slip down again to cover his eyes fully.

"Why not, I'm already in here after all," he muttered, yet despite his attitude he was sticking close, staying a little behind Okami and Vera, but positioning himself just right so that if anything happened... he could summon his weapon and jump to their aid. "Records, huh?"

Exactly what he'd been looking for, actually. For weeks now. His room was piled high with books, and he'd actually read all of them, but still he'd found nothing about that girl and her so called "master". But maybe, just maybe, something in this run-down hospital would lead the way to a breakthrough. "Let's go then."

It wasn't that Riku didn't believe in ghosts. It's just that his world didn't have them. They had heartless, that was as close to ghosts as they could get, and that was it. So... he wasn't very creeped out by the Darkness in this house. Unnerved, yes. But he'd felt Darkness worse than this before. Hell, he lived with it inside him.

[identity profile] violet-prince.livejournal.com 2010-10-01 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Okami smiled softly, almost bitterly, glancing away, "Oh, I suppose you could say that...but they were human. I don't suppose you could really blame them for thinking they were helping." He shook his head, "It's not an excuse, but it seems like human nature for them to want to kill each other."

He followed Vera, still careful to keep his distance, glancing around absently. He couldn't sense anything, but that didn't mean there wasn't anything around. This place messed with his head, body and with his magic. He shifted, reaching into his bag for one of his guns and taking it out, examining it. It'd been a while since he used them but they would never fail him, regardless of how much time passed.

He kept walking when the woman stopped, blinking and turning to look back at her, tilting his head, "Is something the matter?" He followed her gaze, tilting his head the other way. The shadows played tricks on the eye, but in this place...it probably wasn't just shadows.

He looked back to her, smiling gently, "Come on, the sooner we find the records, the sooner you can get out of here."

[identity profile] violet-prince.livejournal.com 2010-10-04 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Okami hesitated at the top of the stairs, glancing back down the corridor, past Riku and frowning. He didn't really want to go downstairs, it seemed worse the further they went. Was it this bad when he rushed through the first time? He smiled, shaking his head, maybe it was because of the company. They were making him jumpy.

He muttered something under his breath, one of the orbs floating ahead of them, disappearing down the stairs. He laid his hand on the railing, gripping it to steady himself.

He stepped in front of Vera a little once they reached the next floor, glancing down one corridor and then the next. Had it gotten darker? He shifted his strap to his other shoulder and tilted his head, "Which way do you think we should go first?"