Scare-Or-Shriek (Halloween Town)

[Mirasu]

Mirasu lay on the ground, her eyes closed at the moment, only having been sent through a teleportation vortex moments before. Slowly coming to her senses her eyes fluttered open, revealing two large golden orbs, which quickly went to searching the area visible to see where she landed. For a few moments she laid still, the only movement coming from her still shallow breath and her eyes trying to take in her surroundings. But following that brief period of stillness she felt a pang of pain surge through her body waking her up fully. Sitting up immediately she held her head cursing slightly under her hot breath. Where the hell was she and why did her head hurt this much? Trying to recall the events leading up to her turning up in this place she strained to remember. Placing her head on her knees she narrowed her eyes in concentration, for whatever memories she was trying to call forward were not cooperating. Let's see last thing I remember doing was walking through one of the districts, but which one I can't remember. All of a sudden I feel a shove and then wham! I end up here. How strange...I wonder what I was doing in the district...?[/color] Rubbing her aching shoulders she shook her head and gave up on trying to remember the details, for they obviously were buried to far under at the moment. In her unsuccessful quest for information the fact that her decor had changed went completely unnoticed by her. Looking down at her clothing her eyes widened and she jumped up from her sitting position. Tugging down at the dress she was wearing she blinked. For a moment it almost seemed like she had always been wearing this very dark purple dress with a crimson heart stitched into the upper left side of it. But soon it became apparent that her clothing wasn’t the only thing that had changed. Glancing down at her hands she realized that they weren’t the pale white skin she had before, instead it was tinged with a light blue color. Gasping she clumsily ran over to a small puddle of water to see that her entire face was this color too and not only that but her hair had turned a shade of hot pink which appeared to be mixed in with an ashy black color. Taking a moment to let this sink in she wondered where she could have gone. Most of the outer worlds she had visited never had any changes like this. So she couldn’t be in Twilight Town, or Wonderland. Letting her eyes slide back down to the puddle of water before her, she put her hand on her face and ran it down a stitch that was going from the top right of her forehead to the bottom left of her left cheek. Blinking she then looked at her arms which were also connected by some kind of thread stitch. Backing her thoughts up for a second, trying to stop them from racing all over the place she came to the realization slowly, that she was basically a huge rag doll. Oh that’s nice, I’m a large rag doll, all sewn up with stitches and such…[/color] It only took one moment for that thought to really sink in and elicit a huge reaction out of her.

“ WHAT?! I’M A HUGE RAG DOLL!?HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED?!” Falling over onto her behind, she glanced around at the attention she was now attracting by the various locals, who were also dressed in a strange way. Some of them looked like monsters, and other’s just looked plain old creepy. A few spectators came around to watch the funny girl jumping around shouting out things that were obvious. Rubbing the back of her head, feeling more stitches she grinned in a goofy manner and quietly walked away from where she was standing. Doing the process of elimination in her mind, she came to the conclusion that she was in Halloween town, though she had never visited there before this. Probably why she was reacting in such a way to her costume change but right now it was important to find out how she got here and what a good way to get back would be. She assumed that maybe someone wanted her to be here but there was also the possibility that she tripped into a random portal and got teleported here by pure accident. The latter seemed less likely, so she wandered aimlessly through the strange town, trying not to cry out each time a ghostly figure walked by her. Making her way over to a fountain that seemed to be spitting green water, she sat down at the edge, seeing how she had a good view of everything from where she was sitting. Watching the hustle and bustle of the place, she wondered why everyone seemed so excited. Everyone here was chattering and getting ready for some kind of ceremony maybe, Mirasu really wasn’t sure. Folding her arms, which felt as if they were stuffed with, well stuffing, she sat there brooding about her condition and why in the world she was here. There didn’t seem to be any heartless activity, which was good because she wasn’t even sure that she could fight as a rag doll, because they could probably just rip her up real easy. So if there weren’t any heartless, then maybe there was Organization members about. But seeing as how everyone was in costume identifying one of them may take time, and Mirasu was a bit uncomfortable with spending more time as an animate inanimate object. Mumbling under her breath, she hoped that she could just teleport home, after she gathered up enough strength to do so, seeing as how she needed to recover slightly from the transformation and from the falling out of the portal or whatever happened. “If this is a practical joke by one of the other members, I will strangle them when I get back…” She stated, her voice seething with venom bubbling to the surface. Honestly she was a bit tired of the antics of who ever kept pushing her around. It was not one of her favorite things to be randomly shoved into someone in the street or thrown into random portals and teleported to some where else.

While she was sitting on the edge of the fountain, mulling over the thoughts that sped through her head like a bullet train, an idea popped into her mind. What if this is all an illusion that I created? Then that would mean that this is all some what of a dram and I just have to wake up. So if I have to wake up maybe I should find someone, or something that will shock me out of this state. Yeah! That must be it! I didn’t really fall through a portal I’m just hallucinating…in a good way for the most part. Jumping to her feet, she looked around for the scariest person to talk to. Maybe that would shock her out of this state she thought she was in.

[Axel]

The distance between Castle Oblivion and the small world supporting Halloween Town was a great jump indeed, and without the conventional use of a gummi ship for transportation as most were accustomed to these days, where one would wind up was always a roll of the dice. Having opened a portal not moments before, VIII departed the bleak halls and stepped into the scenery of a completely separate environment. As it had been before and most likely always will be, a shade curtained the town, covering everything beneath with an eternity of night and locked the inhabitants in a permanent genre of horror; even if Halloween was only to be celebrated just one night a year. Axel exhaled, thanking Kingdom Hearts to find himself in one piece and not buried six feet under and entrapped within a coffin, as had occurred to the last member he'd arrived with during his previous visit; it was a pleasant surprised to find himself just outside Guillotine Gates. However, reaching forward to push the gates open and join the crowds of strangely threaded individuals just beyond the bars, it was only then when he'd realized his attire and entire appearance had altered yet again. Gazing downward for a good overlook of himself, the costume he'd fashioned before was restored, and the Flurry of Dancing Flames was now a type of storybook terror. His fingers were numb, but what should he expect when the tips were but knobs of bone and decaying skin? A fiery sigh steamed from his nostrils, wafting up and away much like the fog swelling from the cracked dirt that seemed to have swallowed his ankles in a thick, milky smoke. Experiencing life as something that might very well have been marked as dead was never something one could get used to; especially not the constant tickling sensations in the back of his mind that he knew all too well were the flesh-munching parasites that were kind enough to exit out his eye the last time; which has somehow miraculously, and most welcomely, refilled itself with juices, sealed itself up, and rested in its socket where it belonged.

Memories aside, and with a futile scritch to ease that unreachable itch beneath his skull, the gates screeched wide for the antiquated Axel. Somewhere within the mass of grimy, oozing hordes of monsters and mutants were a few of the members of the Organization. It was impossible to tell who here was a visitor and who actually lived in the area, and it was going to be even harder to locate the others. Oblivion only knows what they looked like now with their new acquired makeup and costumes; he made it his mission to quickly find Roxas and Zexion, if he decides to take his nose out of his books and tag along, then avoid Vexen like the plague. They'd made plans to enjoy the festivities of Halloween Town's 'greatest Halloween event yet' that had been promised by their Pumpkin King on a yearly basis. Glancing around, it was evident a lot of hard work had been put into this night, and hard work paid off, it seemed, for all of the party-goers were simply beaming with enthusiasm. Not to mention the court was absolutely teeming with decorations: Jack-o-lanterns filed along the walls and sat in windows, orange and black bulbs winked and wagged against each other in the bunches, creeping up buildings and along posts like vines. Cobwebs, skeletons, what might have been real blood splattered here and there and left to puddle into dangerous slipping potential... And of course, what would Halloween be without buckets upon buckets of free candy? The undead Nobody bent at the middle, examining a table he'd found intriguing enough to stop his search for. Were there... real rats within those chocolate layers? They appeared to have simply been dipped and dried by the tail. A fleshless hand rose to rub at his marred chin in contemplation, debating on whether to pick one up and pocket it for a later experiment with IV or XIII. Their reaction to the first bite, be it nothing but smooth milk chocolate or that hilarious crunching of little rodent bones, would certainly set his curiosity to its end.

Stepping away with one of the rats and from any more disgusting temptations that might strike Axel as a brilliant jest on the others, he dragged himself to the centered fountain and planted his rump on its edge. Fighting the audible crackling in his elbows as they were forced into folding upon his chest, the glow of his sunken eyes swept across the immediate row of passers in a quick scan. When no one seemed familiar, he picked at his broken teeth in an attempt at keeping his displeasure to a visual minimum. Odds were the others were acting in suit, and waiting at the fountain for someone else to find him was as much effort as he was willing to contribute for the time being. He had to save his energy after all; no telling when his muscles might decide to suddenly strip themselves from the bone and fall uselessly at their feet.

[Vexen]

Dear me...Where did I end up now...?

The darkness wasn't anything to fool around with. Those ill-experienced in the art of portal-hopping could be sent to a place where they had no intention of going, or worse off splinched of some of their body parts. Luckily, the latter didn't happen for the Academic, but the forethought did. Vexen indeed landed in Halloween Town, (after two other tries of getting to Halloween Town-the first he was outside the Imperial Gates in The Land of Dragons, and the second try he was chased by Luna Bandits in Agrabah) but not at the front of Guillotine Gates. Steadying himself on a nearby counter, he looked about his surroundings. "It would seem that I've arrived in one of the stores..." The shelves filled with different items and jars of liquids, powders and shriveled body parts would further classify the shop as some sort of apothecary. Taking mental note of his location, Vexen began to make his way towards the exit, when a silver something caught his eye.

Looking back, the blond espied a mirror in the shop. Although the mirror was nowhere near immaculate; completely defiled with dust would be a more accurate description-but that didn't prevent the image of the Nobody to be reflected back. This was absolutely astonishing! Is this...truly me? the Academic pondered to himself as he peered into the looking glass at what was his 'costume' in this world. It is as if he was a Dusk, but torn apart at seams, revealing the bodiless soul inside. A cruel experiment on a heartless being, or something even darker? Vexen leaned forward, taking note that he could still see despite his mask having no eyeholes, and 'hmm'ed to himself in thought. "Absolutely intriguing...If this is indeed what the insides of a Nobody look like,then I'll have to see it for myself in experimentation. This merits further research..." Straightening up and finally exiting out of the door, Vexen got a glimpse of the large town, forever en-cloaked in a dark grey shade of night. Even though it was his first time in Halloween Town, (not to mention that the elder Nobody rarely goes out to the other worlds) the sight of all the ghouls and beastly figures walking about did not startle him. Oh, he did his homework before leaving into an unknown world, unlike some beings he could mention. Keeping a steady pace, the Academic prowled the cobbled streets, looking about the other patrons of the town. "According to what I heard, Axel would be hosting some sort of 'Halloween gathering' here. Well if you ask me, I don't even see why you are choosing to attend this."

As always, Vexen began to mutter to himself, conversing over the ideas that was produced behind this ordeal. At a point during his stroll, the blond's head began to tilt to the side, due to the unsteadiness and lack of support. "Of course, who knew of a Dusk having bones..?" he mumbled irritability as he re-steadied his noggin upright. "I don't even know how that Firebug would look in this town! Maybe he would be near the entrance..." Passing attraction after attraction, pumpkin decoration after scarily draped cobweb, the scientist made mental notes. After all, even if they are supposed to be here 'to enjoy the fun' why waste an opportunity to gain information? A town cast in perpetual Halloween fright is bound to spawn curiosity in exactly how it is done. A ghostly hand placed itself upon Vexen's grey-silver chin, noticing something in the middle of the parlor. "And what a curious thing this is!" Completely spectral in the parts that were revealed, he was able to see through his hand, a fountain with a gargoyle's head spouting some sort of green liquid. "Just what is that substance.?" Vexen pondered, making his way towards the ghastly obstruction, not noticing two other beings on either side of it.

[Mirasu]

Mirasu, staring out into the crowd, her back to the terrifying creatures behind her, looked out to see if she could find any one who would possibly scare her enough. Of course for some reason everyone there on second glance didn’t look all that scary. Freaky, yes of course they all appeared to have come straight from some spooky story book, but scary, not really in Mirasu’s book. She had seen scary, she had looked it right in the face, and it didn’t look like any of these innocent monsters and ghouls. Upon heavily sighing and watching the distant stares of the people meet her ghostly figure, she hung her head for a moment, glad that it was connect to her shoulders by more than just thread. Limbs, swinging loosely she turned around, discouraged, and was going to take her seat back on the fountain where she last was, when she saw something that appeared to be dead…or maybe it was alive? Looking up, she stared at someone with a bunch of decaying flesh, it was rather disgusting, and a little intimidating, but for some reason it elicited a sense of pity for the poor creature. Was he there before and I just didn’t notice…? Tilting her head her hair fell to one side, and left her cloth-like skin exposed giving her a frail pale blue look. Watching as dead skin was holding on by a thread she crinkled her nose for a moment. To her it almost appeared as if there was a hole in the other. Thinking back he looked vaguely familiar, and for a moment a wave of panic hit her. Her expression darkened and her eyes became aglow, bright golden spheres fixated on the young man. A cloud passed over the moon, and for a second, her eyes almost had the appearance of those of a heartless, curious, yet dangerous. But once passed she merely shrugged off the feeling and walked over sitting in the spot next to him. Folding her hands on her lap she swung her legs, which dangled over the side of the fountain, feeling their weight tugging at the threads that connected them to the rest of her body. Letting her eyes drift back and forth she kept on scanning the area looking for someone to wake her up from this bad dream, and still finding nothing to remedy her problem.

Growing tired of the monotonous people watching, she wondered if maybe there was something more interesting to watch. Turning around she stared at the fountain which she was sitting on having really bypassed it before. Looking at the structure, the spout appeared to take the appearance of a dragon, or maybe it was a demon. Whichever it was it was holding its neck and spouting…green water? Turning herself all the way around she stared into the pool of green liquid confused about how long it had been green. Surely it wasn’t always this color. During her inspection of the green liquid she caught a glimpse of something across the way, studying the same liquid and probably wondering what it was as well. Causally she let her eyes drift up, but what she saw didn’t please her at all. A torn up dusk, with soul exposed, was across the fountain from her inspecting the strange substance in the fountain. Eyes widening, her heartbeat quickened as she realized what she was staring at. A scream rose through her throat, but for some strange reason emitted no sound as it came out. Immediately she made a move to get up and go off some where else but lost her balance as she did so. Falling forward into the green substance, she flailed her arms in an attempt to regain some balance. The only thing she managed to do was move herself from falling into the green liquid to falling back onto the ground. Feeling her weight shifting back she knew that by the end of this lovely trip she was going to have so much brain damage it wouldn’t even be funny. That is if she even had a brain in this strange body of hers. Feeling her back connect with the ground she found that she was staring upwards once more, and felt like some kind of turtle unable to turn itself over. Laying there for another moment she sighed heavily and tried to push herself to her feet only to realize, that her leg had caught on something and undone some of the thread. Stuffing was sticking out and she looked at it with a raised eyebrow. Gingerly tugging on it she managed to unhook it and place it onto the ground and inspect the wound more carefully. Strange…I didn’t even feel any thing. And instead of blood I have stuffing.[/color] Poking the wound with her finger she didn’t feel troubled by the rip at all yet, though given a few seconds to think about it she frowned. “ Now what am I going to do…?” The teen sat there trying to think of something she could sew herself back up with but she didn’t even have a needle or any thread. Folding her arms she looked around at the people going by. No one seemed to have taken any notice to her falling this time, though she did hear a few snickers come from some where. Clawing her way back over to the fountain wall she sat with her back leaning up against the cool stone, listening to the green water flow into the fountain.

Running her fingers through her hair, she knew that if that Dusk had seen her it would be over in a flash and ready to kill her. She hoped that since it really hadn’t attracted too much attention from the bystanders that maybe it wouldn’t notice. Of course that was the least likely thing to have happened so she needed to think of something fast. Twirling her hair around her finger she sat there thinking of a possible way to stitch up her broken leg, when an idea hit her. Grinning she knew that her stringy hair would come in use for something, and so she plucked out a piece. Searching around she looked for something, she managed to find a small nail not to far away, that some person had dropped in their attempt to rush by some where. Picking it up and being careful not to rip any other parts of her body, she tied the string around the nail hoping that this idea would work. Shoving the rest of the stuffing back into her leg she pushed the nail through with the string and slowly began to mend her wound, trying not to mess up having never really been taught how to sew. At least I’ll have a story to tell everyone when I get back… She thought not even positive that when she did get back to the Sanctuary someone would be there to listen to her story. “ Down, under, up, over, down, under, up, over…” She mumbled trying to recall what small amount of sewing lessons she had accumulated over the years. Stopping for a brief second she gave a defeated sigh as she saw how messy her stitches were. Taking the nail out she tied a final knot to prevent it from falling apart. Pulling out another piece of hair she tied it around the nail and once more started over again knowing that she could see the dusk round the corner at any time.

[Vexen]

Intriguing him immensely, Vexen ‘hmm’ed to himself. The archaic design of the fountain, not to mention its ferocious looks, have to let on that it cannot just be ‘water’ in the fountain. Did someone actually tint it green, or is it actually something else? A harmless liquid, or shaded hydrogen and oxygen molecules-Wait. ”Water doesn’t bubble on it’s own unless there is some sort of additive or catalyst…Even if there is unceasing movement, there would be no trapped oxygen to make carbonation…”



The Academic was at a calm here, just using his natural curiosity and scientific nature in performing an inquiry about an unknown substance. This only proves that ‘outgoing’ and ‘fun-loving’ are words you cannot describe Vexen with. Here he was, supposedly going to a Halloween extravaganza, and he is at the center fountain, applying scientific thinking to determine something completely irrelevant to his previous reason of coming to this world. Yet, it seems that fact has eluded the blond’s mind for the moment. All of Vexen’s attention was focused on the gargoyle fountain, until he noticed movement on the other side. ”This certainly cannot be water, Vexen, unless the additive that turned the water green is”- He then turned his head ever so slightly to see exactly what made that tremor in the reflection of the liquid; not enough to make himself known to whatever it was, however.



A rag doll; a sewn-up mass of cloth and cotton to be exact. Acting true to its clumsy nature as well, don’t you think? It would seem that the poor thing (Vexen could only hope it is female, due to the dress) lost its balance and almost toppled into the fountain, but found itself falling to the ground. Hmm…Now this is truly intriguing… Vexen stood erect, positioning his head back straight on his shoulders, and ambled towards the girl. She was now sewing up her leg with what it seems to be a strand of her yarn-like hair. Usually, the Academic wouldn’t go up to a complete stranger as he is doing now, but the possibility of acquiring another tidbit of knowledge was too good to pass up. He reached out a ghostly hand, running a lone, spider-like finger along one of the girl’s other stitches on her arm, he began to speak. ”Excuse me, but might I ask exactly how are you able to stitch your leg as such?” Adding to the fact that he was now actually lifting her leg up a bit-both to get a better view of the stitch and to aid her in getting that last bit of rip that was behind her leg, the Academic was socializing. ”Please, tell me is you even feel any pain at all from this type of injury-if so, this must be documented for further research…I might even ask for your accompaniment to my laboratory…”

((my apoligies for the short reply; School is loading me up with unneccessary work ))

[Keegan]

Keegan lead a particularly thick strand of time around playfully, making it dance around his limbs like an invisible ribbon. In and out of his legs, around his neck, down his moss-green sweatshirt and out the wrinkled sleeves; anywhere Keegan willed it, the strand followed with majestic grace and fluidity. He took both ends and stretched it before himself, causing it to struggle like a captured worm. It twisted and thrashed, but to no avail, for Keegan had a firm grip on it. Since this thread was abnormally large, it put up more of a fight than he was used to. It gradually became harder to grip as Keegan pulled the ends apart with ever-increasing force. The thread had eventually become desperate and was vibrating violently as if in pain from torture. He debated what to do next; he was toying with a tremendous force he did not fully understand. After quickly pondering the subject, he decided furthering his knowledge of his power was worth the risk. Grasping both ends of the strand, Keegan jerked it apart with most of his remaining energy. What resulted was a storm of spiraling blue and grey fog which formed in a perfect circle between the two pieces of the broken strand. The threads of time turned on their master as they lashed around his arms and pulled on him with overwhelming power, sending him tumbling through the portal completely unlike the ones he normally used. Keegan gasped for a breath, but inhaled what felt like a handful of sand. The falling nobody struggled to retain his consciousness, but could no longer fight off the blackness creeping from the sides of his eyes. The sand had filled his lungs, and Keegan was out cold, falling though an accidental tear in space.

The nobody had survived falling through hours of unstable time not fit for his dimension. The trip was expectedly a rough one, and if he did not have a subconscious will over the deadly threads resembling ribbon-like razors, he would not have been tossed back into his plane in the same condition as he had left. Keegan rolled himself over and sat up, rubbing the back of his head. He began to panic; parts of his body that didn’t exist before the portal were hurting. He struggled to open his eyes, however only one responded. He saw a blurred mess of shapes all tinted with an orange-red glow. He strained to open his other eye, and was astonished to find more than just one responding. Two extra sets of eyes revealed themselves, showing the same blurred picture six times. Keegan cured his extreme case of crossed eyes after he forcibly focused them into one image. Trying overcome his panic, he thought to himself.

Nothing good can come of panic. Okay, assess the situation. I fell through a strange portal and must have been changed into some sort of bug. I seem to be in…a graveyard? Well, hopefully there are people near that will help me despite my recent… err… change.

All calmness and collection was lost when he caught a glimpse of a limb protruding from his back. Keegan was sent into complete mental disarray, finding not only this extra spider-like limb, but three others. He soon discovered he could control these limbs despite not being able to sense them; he had jabbed himself in the head several times while trying to become accustomed to them, desperately dodging spastic twitches. Again, Keegan tried to calm himself by rationally re-thinking his circumstances.

Alright, those things were unexpected. Eight limbs, ay? I guess that makes me a spider. Heh…heh.

Keegan let out a nervous laugh as he still tried to cope with the extremely bizarre position he was in. His vision still slightly blurred and tinted red, he looked at his arms. Several thick hairs had sprouted from his forearms and hands exactly alike to the hairs on the legs protruding from his back. Keegan picked up a rock and attempted to throw it and test his powers on it, but it awkwardly stuck to his hand like a piece of unwanted tape. After trying to force it off and only managing to get it stuck to his other hand, he decided to pry it off with his foot. Only while pulling his hardest did he realize he was able to retract these hairs, releasing the rock and sending Keegan flying backwards. The four spider legs broke his fall, and to his amazement, sprung him back on his feet. There was one thing, however, that Keegan was deathly afraid of. He could still slightly sense the tendrils of time brushing past him, but they heeded him not. Keegan concentrated his remaining power into a single area of his being, and attempted to influence just a single passing strand. It wavered slightly and continued on its graceful path. His power had been drained in the past, but never before had it been this long without the slightest bit of regeneration.

Maybe the portal stripped me of my powers? Something definitely is wrong.

The dreary graveyard gave off quite the spooky aura, and Keegan could’ve sworn he heard snoring beneath his feet. The rock-strewn gravel he was standing on crunched as he walked toward what sounded like shriek-filled festivities. Moving his curiously strong extra limbs, he tested their limits he walked down a narrow path leading to the center of town. As he caught his first glimpse of the crowd, he was surprised by what met his eyes. He decided he would have no problem fitting in. Every individual had some sort of creepy mutation; they were bizarrely grotesque to the point of comedy.

Maybe the portal didn’t change me after all. Did this world changed me? If I find a way home, can I get my old self back? Why won’t my powers work?

The possibilities wildly streamed through Keegan’s mind. He knew disorganized thoughts were inefficient and potentially dangerous, but this time he couldn’t help it. There was just so much going on at once and so many things to find out.

[Axel]

Bubbling green goo gushing from the mouth of a stone fountain ornament proved to be a far more popular attraction for those visiting this strange world than the Flurry of Dancing Flames had first expected, drawing in their curiosity and attention. Because of this, it quickly became a nuisance as the numbers began to increase around its vicinity, making it difficult to keep an open eye out for familiar faces. A low growl emitted from deep within Axel’s chest, rumbling irritably in his throat as yet another soul wandered out of the crowd to put in her two-cents worth of ‘oooo’s’ and ‘awe’s’, this one looking more pathetic than the last. Disgustingly bright yarn hair, crafted completely from what appeared to be cloth, fashioning stitches in all places both mentionable and not… was she supposed to be some sort of child’s play toy? This query toiled in the back of Axel’s mind, playing with the squirming maggots and tickling his thoughts until the said ragged doll turned her own observations in his direction. She peered up at his person, staring rather rudely like an infant would at something strange they were witnessing for the first time in their short time of living; staring with no regards of the subject‘s feelings on the matter. Shifting uncomfortably under the girl’s prying eyes, he crossed a leg over the other, half expecting her to share some lame retort on his decaying representation as her head suddenly tilted to the side in speculation. Instead, it was her nose that said it all, scrunching together in a manner that suggested utter disgust. Fine brows jumped in reaction, unsure of whether he should feel insulted or honored that she should find his visage so repulsive. It was, after all, a costume. Decomposition aside, she hadn’t been wearing the face of a princess, herself! However, a fleeting moment and another examination passing, and the girl stood tense, a wave of panicked familiarization contorting her stitched-on features. As if she’d read his soul like a passage on a page, the doll’s eyes became twin orbs alight with fierce recognition; and it was in that moment that Axel, too, understood. He turned his face from her own, sunken eyes darting to the ground in the opposite direction as though that alone would protect his identity from leaking any further.
It was evident, no matter what world they were on, or what form they took, only a glance was needed for Nobodies to become aware of one another. As quickly as her suspicions had mounted, they dispersed like a wave crawling ashore and returning to whence it had been borne. Axel instinctively scooted sideways along the stone surface away from the intruding doll taking a seat beside him. Apparently, it was one thing to realize and another to comprehend.. Muscles constricted beneath torn skin and worn leather, squeaking in protest of the other’s closeness. What‘s she playing at? the redhead pondered, keeping a close watch on the girl from out of the corners of his viewpoint. There she sat, frivolously kicking her calico legs until she’d grown bored and took a sudden interest in the glowing ooze filling the fountain’s middle. He, too, turned partially, inspecting the bile-like slime with indifference. While others wondered what it could possibly be the Flurry of Dancing flames only inquired about what the mysterious liquid could do. Imagining the outcome was truly unsatisfying when there was a specimen waiting on hands and knees just a foot away. It took a great amount of will to resist the temptation of shoving the little girl into the gaseous bubbles just to quell his acquisitive impulses. Wordlessly, Axel remained a spectator throughout the events that followed next, unsure what to make of the bumbling toy as she nearly fell face first into the goo but wound up safely on solid earth (much to Axel’s disappointment). However, he couldn’t help the creeping grin lighting up his gruesome face, teeth browned and chipped, cracked and broken. A ‘cut’ on her leg not only revealed the bleeding of cushy, white stuffing, but also flushed out an all too familiar voice that belonged to no other than the Chilly Academic. Though the screechy pitch of the scientist was present, his old body was not. Rather, the flooding of questions and notations resounded from a spectral creature that resembled nothing less than a poor imitation of a wounded Dusk. The facelessness was an improvement, Axel concluded, raking bony appendages through dull red spikes. It's finally begun.

[Mirasu]

So far so good. It appears that maybe the strange Dusk has possibly not noticed my obvious presence. I hope it stays that way… She thought to herself while continuing to stitch her leg up. It was a rather challenging task for her to do seeing as how she had never held a needle and thread in her hand before this. Looking down at her pathetic attempt to sew up her wound, she looked at the crooked patter of light colored hair trying its best to hold her leg together. Thinking it best to do another set of stitches, just incase she had to get up and run away, she took another piece of hair from her head. Tying it around the make-shift needle once more, she began to sew, taking extra steps to ensure her stitches were enough to keep her leg in place, and that they were straight. But try as she might she it ended up in failure and she merely finished the last set of stitches and tied up a knot in the string. Sitting there for a moment she looked gloomily out into the crowd. It was obvious that if this was an illusion, she would have snapped back to where she was before having it by this time. Grimacing at the prospect that this was not a fake world, and that the creature on the other side of the fountain was real, she hung her rag doll head, all of her stringy hair falling forwards exposing her bare neck. This body was quite a hassle and she figured before coming here again she might want to consider sewing lessons, or at least a book on how to. Now the next question that came to mind was, if she could use her powers here if necessary. She couldn’t do any thing to open or else everyone would notice and there might be an uproar. So she figured she’d go back to the place that she appeared in and try something there, where there were fewer bystanders. About to get up she sighed and sat herself back down pushing her hair out of her eyes and looking up again. Maybe I should wait a few moments before I go. I bet the Dusk is still looking over here wondering if it should come suck my non-existent heart out. Not only that but I feel as if my leg isn’t fixed enough yet and if it is looking over here, and I have to run, I highly doubt I’ll get far with one of my legs ripped or missing.”[/color]

Sitting there thoughts dribbled out of her mind and fell hard to the ground. She was not having the best of days here and she hoped that it would only get better. Having dropped here out of god only knows where, having the sneaking suspicion that there were Organization members about, and falling over and ripping her leg having to sew it back on with her inept skills, she could honestly say that today was just one of those days. One of those days where I shall look back on this and obviously find no pleasure in the memory. Hopefully I have gained enough strength back to portal out of this place and get back to my comfy room.[/color] Taking a deep breath in, wondering why she even needed oxygen at this point, she put her hands on the ground behind herself and was about to test out her make-shift repair job when something caught her eye and forced her to fall out from under herself. The little white Dusk was rounding the corner and obviously coming near her. Eyes widening she quickly averted her gaze to the ground where she found the needle. Picking it up and taking a hair from her head once more she tied it around and started to sew again. Narrowing her eyes in concentration she hoped that maybe if she didn’t act to suspicious that it would just go away. But it became obvious after a while that it had no intention of doing that. Putting its flimsy white tendril on her arm and running it along her stitching she felt a shiver go up her back. Turning to meet its eyeless gaze, she felt her heart stop and jump to her throat. Not able to speak at this point, it became near impossible for her to answer his question. How was she able to stitch her leg? Not even she knew at this point in time. She had only arrived here a little while ago and was not entirely sure how everyone was alive and moving here since most of them looked half dead any way. Taken aback by the thing even speaking to her in some kind of normal voice she merely shook her head and tried to regain composure. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure myself how I can do it. I mean I am made out of fabric and stuffing so why can’t I?” Her voice was very small and meek and she once again averted her eyes to the ground trying not to look at it directly. When the Dusk grabbed her leg, as if studying it she freaked out. Jumping a little bit she reached behind her to grab a hold of something and pull herself away from the Dusk. Finding something, she took hold of it but it felt a bit weird in her hands. It was slimy, and it felt more like bone with flesh coming off of it rather than the wall of the fountain. Looking behind her momentarily she found that it was just her luck to grab a rotting leg of someone sitting next to her. Slowly letting her eyes follow the leg up, she saw it to be the zombie thing she had sat next to before and removing her hand her eyes apologetic. “I’m so sorry! I really didn’t see you back there!” Half bowing from her sitting position she then turned back to the Dusk. While it was examining her wound and leg, she saw that it was not completely sewn and a bit grateful for its inquisitiveness began to sew like mad to fix it before the Dusk did any thing else.

Of course she couldn’t possibly finish it before it began to ask more questions and talk about a laboratory. “Oh no it doesn’t hurt at all really. I was…very surprised by that. Finishing the stitches and tying the knot when it offered for her to accompany him back to his lab she shook her head and held her hands up in protest. “I’m afraid that I wouldn’t be able to do that. You see I am not very comfortable in laboratories of strangers…” And upon mentioning this she blinked. The same feeling came back into her system, as another wave of panic and fear filled her body. Why was she getting these feelings? There weren’t any Organization members around. Pondering this for a moment she then realized that if she changed, what would stop them from changing too? What would stop any one from changing? Narrowing her eyes they darted from the young man sitting on the fountains edge and the Dusk in front of her. Though she could not see it she felt the young man behind her grin, as his overwhelming presence seemed to bore through her thin skin and get lost in her stuffing. Pulling her leg back gently she gave a nervous smile and stood up, a bit wobbly on her feet. “Thank you for your kind service, errr Sir. But I must be going. I have…someone to meet. Giving an awkward curtsy to the Dusk she stepped to the side and began to walk away hoping with all her being that they wouldn’t follow her and that maybe, just maybe they didn’t get the same feeling she had gotten. Pushing her way through the crowds she ventured over to a gate that seemed to lead out of the city and went through it. They probably didn’t notice right? I mean why didn’t they do any thing if they did? And I thought today couldn’t possibly get any worse than it already was. Hmph after this I’m going to need a vacation, a long long long vacation away from everything. Sighing she continued to walk past random gravestones and further away from the center of the town. She kept on walking, and hardly even noticed that someone else was there with her, though it didn't look human. Too tired of surprises she walked pass it, whatever it was, and wish to find some where secluded where she could just sit and think for a while.

[Keegan]

As he walked towards the commotion, Keegan couldn’t help but think about the creature he had noticed walking in the opposite direction as everybody else. She (Keegan had assumed it was female) reminded him of somebody, and even himself in a way. He reached what felt like the epicenter of it all, barely being able to avoid brushing shoulders with the eerie monsters over-populating the dreary square.

“Excuuuse me, sir,” Keegan froze and slowly turned, “I can’t help but notice the puzzled look on your face.” A lanky, nine-foot monstrosity appeared almost magically behind Keegan, removed a lengthy purple arm from its right socket, and extended it to him with as warm a smile as a creature with a perfectly round head, no eyes, and massive lips could. Keegan reluctantly grasped the hand and shook it, wondering how he did not notice this guy before. “Very nice to meet you, my arachnid friend. I have several names, but you may call me Toothy, as do many around here. You are…?”

“Er…Keegan,” the humanoid spider replied as he released his grasp on the extended limb. He could not help but wonder how something without eyes was able to see, let alone notice expressions on ones face. Keegan ignored the thought, figuring he had seen stranger things already in this world. “Can you tell me where I am? I may have accidentally…stumbled onto this place.”

The large lips moved in a peculiar way, almost as if they hand no structure and wobbled and waved with its words, revealing over-sized pearly white teeth. “Well, you are in Halloween Town, of course! May I show you around?”

“No, really, it’s okay. I have to go,” replied Keegan, realizing the freak most likely had lived on this world all its life and would not be able to shed any light on his situation. The nine-foot monster sunk in disappointment as he watched Keegan leave, and departed to find a new friend to talk to, walking away with an ever-present slouch and swinging his lengthy arms at his side . Keegan needed to find somebody like himself: somebody who didn’t belong here. He pushed through the crowd towards were he appeared and reminded himself of the strange girl he had seen walking away from the celebration. She reminded him of a feeling that was unlike any other: the lack of feeling.

Is she a nobody, too? Yes, I know she is. I must find her.

Keegan started to run, afraid of losing the girl. For some reason, he knew she would lead him home, or maybe that was just what he wanted to think. Keegan didn’t know, he just ran, his spider legs arched behind him. He passed the place were he saw the girl and kept running, looking for that small, doll-like being. Finally, he saw her walking towards the spot he appeared. He called out to her.

“Hey!”

After that, there was nothing else to say. Whatever Keegan planned on saying had vanished during his run. He just stared at the rag doll and heaved heavy, winded breaths.