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[Spirit has been doing his best to behave, spending the vast majority of his time working or exploring the city. Generally, this has gone on completely without incident--barring a few run-ins with unsavory folk, he's been doing all right for himself.

Today, however, is not that day. It's already late when the video feed turns on. There isn't any image, just a black screen and quiet scuffing. The phone is still in his pocket.]

S'...h-hey. S'not even that late yet!

Look pal, you've been here for ages and you've had enough. Get out. Go home or something, I don't care.

[A door opens and slams. Any passers-by near Jack's Bar would be greeted with one intoxicated Deathscythe being tossed off the premises.

It's only a few moments later that the phone is fished out of his pocket. Anyone watching is greeted with a frowning face.]

Ah, shit...sorry.

[With that, the feed abruptly turns off.]

[ooc: feel free to run into Spirit along any part of this misadventure, from before he's kicked out to on his way home!]

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[Ruby really should be sleeping at this time, but she couldn't seem to fall asleep at the moment. So the next best thing was to look around to get her barrings. She still didn't have her hood -- or a backup hood -- yet, but at least Weiss was nice enough to give her something that Ruby would be more comfortable wearing. Still not totally her style, it was much better than the dress and heels that she came in with. What Weiss was doing with a black dress and black wedge boots, Ruby had no idea. She couldn't even see Weiss in such a dark color like black; not when she'd always seen her in white.

She still felt a little naked without her red hood, but this would just have to do. At least carrying Crescent Rose with her made her feel a little better, now stored like it was when it wasn't in use. She happened to be passing by Jack's Bar when all of a sudden someone was tossed out of the bar. Jumping back, she managed to dodge the line of fire.]

Woah! Hey! Are you okay?

[Spirit, usually well dressed, is pretty much a mess, at least by his own standards. His tie is crooked and his jacket is rumpled and he just generally looks like he spent way too long drinking.

He's startled by Ruby, jumping to attention.]

Ah! Sorry.

[Did she ask a question? She did, didn't she?]

Sure am ok. Never better. S'gettin' late and they wanted me to get goin', is all.

[She hasn't exactly been around those who have been drinking personally, but something seems off about him. Aside from the messy attire, he seemed like he was slurring his words a little.]

...Are you sure? You don't seem okay.

I am def'nitely fine.

[What you really are is not convincing, Spirit. But sure, ok.]

Edited 2014-10-21 05:26 (UTC)

Then why are you slurring your words, Spirit..?

[She's not convinced and she's concerned. She may have just met you a few days ago, but she's still worried.]

[He is trying to glare and it is likely a laughable failure.]

'Kay. Fine. I just had a couple'a drinks. That's all.

[only if you round "couple" up to "too much", Spirit.]

A couple? That doesn't look like a couple.

Is something wrong?

[Not everything has to be wrong to drink, but she has a feeling...]

[You are not winning any brownie points this evening, Ruby, but thanks for trying.]

'M fine! Can't a guy just have a few drinks?

[He seems disproportionately agitated by her questioning, though behind the anger is something more like pouting.]

Just had'ta clear m'head for a bit. Shouldn't be such a big deal. There's a lot goin' on lately.

[She couldn't help but let out a sigh. He didn't seem fine at all, but if he didn't want to talk about it, it made no sense to try to ask any further. What right did she have to question about something like that when she just met him not too long ago.]

Fine, fine... But if you ever need to talk, I'll listen. For now, can I at least help you on your way home?

[Walked home. Like a lost kid.

He hated that it was probably appropriate. He sighs.]

Sorry.

[His voice is quiet and thick with alcohol, but he seems genuine enough.]

Thanks for askin' if'm okay. You didn't have to.

Company for the walk'd be nice.

[She's just worried about you, Spirit. You're one of her only friends here so far, after all. Once you talk weapons with her, you're stuck with her.]

It's okay, really. I don't mind. I couldn't really sleep anyways.

[Fai had been walking home from another bar when he saw someone being kicked out of another bar he was pretty sure he hadn't seen before. He paused for a moment before choosing that time to speak up.]

Did you drink too much?

[Honestly, Spirit is rather unused to the concern. But he appreciates it just the same.]

What's eatin' you that's keepin' you from sleeping?

I didn't drink too much.

[To an extent that's probably true. He's definitely been drinking, but he remains in possession of all faculties. ~~Mostly~~]

Bartender just wanted me out. I wasn' even doing anything.

[Well he had to assume there was a reason, but he wasn't going to ask at all as there was no point.]

So a bartender kicked you out for no reason... alright, so then it means you should go home. But I have to admit I have no idea where you live.

Technically he cut me off.

[The cool autumn air is clearing his head somewhat, and he sighs.]

I actually didn't do anythin'. He said I was sulking too much an' to get out.

It took someone of exceptional misfortune to stumble into Charlotte's domain. It shifted from place to place, staying off of the main path usually, occasionally snatching people away. Very few ever made it out without injury, if at all... And on his way home Spirit had blundered right into it.

A strange energy surrounded him, The concrete walkway giving way to giant stone-hard crackers. Sweet smells filled the air. Cakes, candies, fruit, bread. Anything and everything needed to tempt the senses. Smell wasn't the only sense, though. The colors were vibrant and cheerful and no doubt everything was more than delicious.

Among the giant pastries scurried familiar plush toy creatures. Mice with targets for faces, squeaking and squishing their way from place to place. An army of them... They peeked out of every conceivable gap to look at Spirit, though they didn't attack. Likewise several spindly nurse creatures stepped out of hiding, carrying large scalpels and bone saws and other dangerous looking medical equipment... though they kept their distance save for one. It approached spirit, shifting its weapon to its off hand, wrapping its slender fingers around his upper arm, attempting to lead him somewhere.

Spirit wasn't completely in possession of his faculties, at least not enough to notice the initial changes taking place around him. It wasn't until he realized he was looking at a cracker instead of concrete that he realized something was very wrong.

"Wha..."

He pauses, blinks and shakes his head. "I am def'nitely not that drunk."

Strange mice, and squeaking little faces and oh hell no is that nurse-like thing carrying a scalpel? No way. When said spindly nurse approaches him and grabs his arm, he yanks away. Hard.

"Think I musta' made a wrong turn an'...look. Not a fan of sharp stuff. So, I'm going to just...go back th'way I came."

Literally come on. If the spindly nurse went to crab him again, her fingers would wrap around a blade this time instead of flesh, because no freaking way.

Edited 2014-10-21 23:10 (UTC)

[Terra uses her nights to walk and think. Since her memories slowly began to return she found sleep unrestful, as they were filled with the horrors of her past.

The crisp air made her smile, from the corner of her eyes so watch the red haired man stumble. She recognized him from the video and he didn't look like he alright.

Terra nervously approached, bringing her fingers to her lips nervously.]

Are you alright?

[Her voice is soft and sweet but it still rings with strength.]

The nurse stumbled back quite far. It was very light, almost fragile feeling. It paused to regain its balance... Not once did its grip on the scalpel tighten. It didn't appear to be hostile.

Again it approached him, trying to wrap her hand around his arm again, hand grasping the blade of the scythe instead. It held on, pausing, staring at the scythe. It tilted its head, dropping the scalpel and reaching forward with its other hand, loosely grabbing the handle of the scythe, trying to carry it away.

At this point most of the other creatures had left, going back to whatever it was they were doing, though a plush mouse scuttled forward and picked up the scalpel, pattering away with it.

At least she dropped the scalpel.

Right? ~~Celebrate the small victories, Spirit.~~

Unsure of what is coming next, he flashes completely into his weapon form. In many ways he had more control when in weapon form, or at least an increased awareness.

With no other clear option, he allows himself to be toted along. When the strange spindly-nurse decided to ditch him, he could reevaluate.

[Terra has been fortunate enough to run into Spirit as the cool autumn air has started to sober him up ~~sort of~~.

Spirit turns to her, now with the slightly increased presence of mind to compulsively straighten his jacket. He really did not want to go back to his apartment, but the girl didn't need to know that.

Unfairly, since his evening out and drinking had been cut short, he was already getting a headache.]

I'm fine.

The nurse carried him through a labyrinth of sweets and multicolored doors. Past medical equipment, up and down stairs, through a large black room filled with floating pill bottles, across a long bridge over a pit, and eventually into a large room with tables and chairs that stood far far off the ground. Nearby there was another enormous cracker sitting vertically.

In one of the chairs sat the slumped form of a very familiar figure. That plush doll that liked the cheese. It appeared she was having a tea party with another doll, though the other one had visible stitch marks and appeared to actually be inanimate... probably. The doll creature turned her head slightly toward the nurse, blinking and sitting up.

"What did you bring? Is it cheese? Is it meat?" The chair groaned softly, the stilt like legs bending slowly until she had been lowered, a mouse scampering over and allowing Charlotte to crawl onto its back, carrying her over to the nurse thing and the scythe.

You don't look fine...

[She isn't usually one to contradict someone but he doesn't look good.

Terra smiles sweetly.]

Why don't I walk you somewhere?

[He's fine! Just slightly drunk.]

I'm jus' walking around for now. Gettin' fresh air, you know. Feeling a little restless.

[For being drunk, that's a very perceptive expression he's wearing as he looks at her.]

S'late. Guessing you're feeling kind of the same.

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What better place to sober up?

Hallo cheese friend :3

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Hello! :D

=D

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Silly spirit.

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