Walk Among Spirits. [open]

[Nicolas Mac'Admira]

The summer sun shone brightly in the blue, cloudless sky. This sort of weather would make most people feel extremely warm, but for the young zombie named Nicolas, the weather didn't matter one bit cause he always felt cold. Despite the large, black coat stowed around his shoulders and the multicoloured scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face, the boy felt cold. An initial glance at Nicolas would suggest that he was an absolute idiot for wandering about in this sort of attire, but of course they would be mistaken. The need to dawn heavy clothing was one of the many negatives of being a zombie, and unfortunately there were quite a few negatives. After passing through Paradise in order to get to the Paradise Cemetery, Nicolas sighed in relief at the lack of people at the tombstone covered hillside. The young zombie had already gone through a minefield of staring people and some comments on his "idiocy".

Nicolas found that not many strived to learn the reason for his attire nor did they attempt to ponder said reason. The reason was a simple one, Nicolas constantly cold due to the fact that his species needed less blood than a human. For hours the boy could complain about how he was always freezing. While Nicolas walked he felt the soft fur of his pet mouse, Nemo, snuggling against his neck. Nemo enjoyed using Nicolas's cold skin to cool down in the heat. In a mist of silence, Nicolas walked up the beaten dirt path of the cemetery. Spirit essence fluttered around the graveyard, which was common considering this was the resting place of bodies. The zombie's dull, hazel eyes shifted in search of spirits, specifically one of the little girl who was looking for someone to play hide and seek. As usual, Nicolas's face remained a reserved void as he walked towards the meeting place. The back of the graveyard made for an excellent place for the blond-haired boy to meet the spirit girl who desperately wanted a playmate.

As Nicolas began to approach the back section of the cemetery, the gravestones began to shift from modern ones to rustic stone ones. When Nicolas neared the section, a small, purple orb rushed over towards him with joy radiating. The colour a spirit had was often determined by what the spirit's favored colour was (or at least with Nic's vision), so obviously the girl liked the colour purple. "You came! You came!" The girl spirit's voice called as it circled around him with excitement. Momentarily a smile flashed onto Nicolas's face at the excitement coming from the spirit. "Yep, now do you want to play?" Nicolas responded, making certain his voice sounded kind. The zombie usually had a severe stuttering problem, but that was only with living people. Spirits never made the young man nervous, mostly because they seemed to enjoy his very presence and never would shun him for a single stutter. "YES! Of course I am! Now start counting to 50 mister," the spirit starting before adding. "AND NO PEEKING!" A soft chuckle was Nicolas's answer to that. Nicolas closed his eyes while the spirit floated off to find herself a hiding place. Whilst the spirit searched for a hiding place, Nicolas began counting to 50 in his head, allowing the spirit ample time to hide in the field of tombstones. Once Nicolas reached 50, he opened his and shouted, "Ready or not here I come." Afterwards, he secretly prayed that nobody heard that and was wondering what kind of person played in a cemetery... Not to mention people who didn't have any gifts that allowed them to see spirits would think he was crazy. With that, Nicolas began searching for the purple orb.

[Lumero Mordez]

    It had been a nice night those few days ago, when Lumero had enjoyed a lovely conversation with a fellow god. But now, he decided that he would examine some of the dearly departed today, in order to give himself a reminder of the people he needed to help. The gravel road crunched softly beneath his leather shoes, his black pants and red button up shirt with a black tie causing him to stand out against the summer greenery. He made his way forward despite the heat, and could not deny being tempted to use his swiftness to simply arrive at his destination. However, Lumero decided against it, as humans often forgot to appreciate that which they constantly rush past, amidst all of the "busyness" in their lives. Stopping to gaze upon a small white lily, Death smiled. Such a flower, however fleeting, still made its impact upon the world, and he had always found that notion to be beautiful, almost transcendent in nature.

    Making his way down the path, he finally made it to the cemetery, the summer sun beating down upon his tan skin and dark hair tied up in a ponytail. It was at the moment when he arrived in the quiet grave site that he gave pause; he saw a few spirits wandering around, unfinished in their affairs with the world. Lumero frowned slightly, both in sympathy and annoyance. Yes, he could understand wanting to stick around to finish what hadn't been, but in the end it became so toxic for the spirit to remain in the world. Amidst the wisps wandering around, Lumero caught notice of a boy wearing a colorful scarf. He noticed that the boy was playing hide-and-seek with the spirit of a little girl. He examined her and saw a life cut tragically short, with the simple desire to not be alone. If the boy was able to fulfill that sort of wish, then he had no qualms with his presence...

    However, an irksome query remained in his mind - How is this boy able to witness spirits? Moved by his own curiosity, Lumero inched forward and wandered through the lanes of graves, each varying in size, shape, and form of stone. He noticed the titles of father, loved one, mother, sister, brother, grandmother, grandfather, hero... all deserving of at least some affection. He looked at the names and remembered every one. One was a car accident, the other natural causes, another death by murder. He did his best to maintain some form of optimism, but couldn't help but pity those these people had left behind in their passing. He made a silent wish that they would all reunite in due time, and continued to make his way towards the boy.

    It was at the moment that Lumero saw the youth's face that a name came to mind; a name that should not technically be on this earth this far forward in time. He was concerned as he traced the name of Nicolas Mac'Admira to this young man. It was a tragic story, one that would be ill-suited to be told on his own lips, but a certain account of rebellion as well. Lumero disliked viewing undead, especially those of human origin, as they dance on the line between two realms, both of which were part of his job. With a small sigh to himself, he decided to greet the young man as a friend, rather than as a judge of life and death.

    "Lookin' fer someone?" he called out as he waited for a response. If the zombie turned around, he would see a middle-aged man in semi-formal attire, giving his best smile despite the awkwardness of this situation, his tan skin giving a certain glow in the summer sun. Waving gently, Lumero continued, "Not yer usual hide-n'-go-seek locale, ain't it? Heh-heh."

[Zephyr Kryos Vanderfeld]

(I feel the need for Zeph to be a stalker...just ignore him XD)

Zephyr had always liked the cemetery, it was cold for some reason, even on the hottest days. And today was hot, even if it was after dark. Zephyr hated the heat. He was on the edge of cemetery when he felt the presence of 'Uncle Lumo'.

Zephyr was about to call out when he spotted the embodiment of Death, but stopped, and for some reason he could not understand, ducked behind a taller tombstone. He could see spirits, but only if he focused, it wasn't a power, it was just part of being Winter. Winter kills a lot of people and animals, so he was able to focus and see them, though not clearly, and only as a mist, as if his eyes were unfocused. He focused his eyes now and saw the swirling mist that was the spirits of the cemetery.

When he saw the little girl playing with the strange boy he was curious, but not so much as to actually try and approach. Zeph was too shy for that. But he did watch. Uncle Lumo was a strange one, while he would be pleased this young man was helping a spirit pass on. However, The fact the young one in question would draw the God's dark curiosity for seeing spirits was not something most people could do.

"I wonder. Is he a god or something?" Zeph sighed. He should have invited Kefka, she could have told him from the scent.