I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. [Active/Closed]

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Characters: Rayne, Zetsu
Setting: Blue Kitchen
Time: Early Night 8
Summary: Zetsu catches Rayne being crazy. Shadows catch them being social. Hilarity ensues.
Warnings: None, yet. (Unless you’re allergic to teal deer.)

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Zetsu hated these shadows. Hated them. The little bastards were everywhere, it seemed, and he didn't like the looks of those strange dark places scattered throughout the house, either; they made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and every instinct he had scream danger to him, especially since the shadows seemed to try and drag people towards them. And they were pretty much all he had seen tonight. After what had happened with Rosette....

Well, he was understandably antsy. He had taken a poker from the fireplace for a weapon that could fend the shadows off without hurting others much; most people could take an accidental whack or two, and he had no fear of just beating the fucking things to death. Dean's words about ghosts had stuck in his mind, though.... He didn't think these were ghosts, but he was willing to see if salt and iron would work on them better than just.... well, normal methods of killing them. The poker was tucked under one arm as he fished out a bag of salt, before he stopped, listening intently

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...Well, shit. Rayne paled almost immediately, mind racing. While she certainly had come to terms with her own insanity, she was highly doubtful that others would be so accepting of the fact that she could see, hear, touch, and smell two people that were definitely not here. Especially considering that she held conversations with them, something she would obviously have to watch in the future.

"What are you talking about?" She asked after a moment, walking around him to move into the kitchen. Head turning to let her gaze trail behind her, it took a moment to realize what seemed odd about him. His leaves were gone.

"Looks like someone is in for some ghost hunting." Angie drawled, leaning against one of the countertops, effectively cutting off Rayne's question of what had happened. Peering through the glass cabinets to look at the dinnerware inside, the blonde shrugged after a moment. "Someone should probably tell him that salt and iron only goes so far, huh?"

"Ain't like he can do much else, if he don't know what he's doin'... Which

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Zetsu noted her pallor easily enough, the black side of his mouth curling up into what was definitely a small smirk; he almost wanted to sneer. Did she really think he was that stupid? He was almost offended. Almost. He liked her, but still..... in the end, she was an interesting person and good to have his back in a fight, not someone whose underlying opinions of him he cared about. No real point in calling anything like that out. Though he still was curious; he disliked not knowing what was going on, intensely so. That was a constant state of affairs in this house, unfortunately, but damned if he would let it stay more that way than necessary if he could help it

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Lips pressing into a thin line, Rayne purposely ignored them now, even as she could hear Angie tensing at the sound of her name, the chains hanging from her pants rattling and clanging against the countertops behind her, hear a small warning growl beginning to start low in Oz's chest. Ignoring his question as she met his eyes, the dhampir gave a lazy shrug, arms crossing under her chest.

"I haven't seen a damn thing so far." She answered, lips pulling into a sardonic smirk. "And it's never good when things get quiet." Indeed, it wasn't, and the fact that she had yet to see anything... No monsters, no regular haunts... It made her nervous. And whenever things made her nervous, it meant a world of trouble was usually coming up, and fast.