The Arrival of the Dead{Open}

[Ayen]

"Sorry to disappoint you, Sir Drake, but no; not in the slightest. I have no interest in men or any romantic life at all."

“Ah, a challenge. I accept.”

"According to my very existence."

“What are you from Wanderer World or something?”

"You amuse me. I am not uncomfortable with you here, nor am I unsettled by your hands not being in your pockets. I think you understand full well that to try anything would result in an rather undesirable outcome."

“Don't knock it till you try it, babe. I haven't had an unsatisfied customer yet.”

"I can see you aren't just going to allow me to continue my exploration on my own. Very well, you may be my guide, and I shall accompany you if you wish. However, I still fail to see why you would even bother with such a kindness, or why you would bring a stranger with you to a pre-arranged meeting."

“What can I say? I have a weakness for Asians.”

[sebastian]

"Ah, a challenge. I accept. What are you from Wanderer World or something?"

"You have no idea." She said softly, her eyes growing darker still. He was fairly close, her world was nothing like this one. Her destiny was to wander, to travel her world and purify those souls which would become her sustenance. Yet here she was, in a new world, with seemingly no purpose at all. Thus she would continue to wander, as there was nothing better to do right now. She would help who she could, and take the impure souls of the dead into herself in order to utilize them to her purposes.

"Don't knock it till you try it, babe. I haven't had an unsatisfied customer yet."

She would stiffen in utter disbelief at those words, a fire lighting up the brown eyes; a silent challenge for him to see exactly how furious he made her. If the phrase "looks can kill" had been true, the man would have been on the ground right then, writhing as he was burned alive by the glare. "And that is what so sickens me." She said venomously, her voice saturated with disgust. "You don't spare a thought for what the woman prefers, you view them as customers, people who willingly come before you and ask you to do what you want. When in truth, you take advantage of them, taunt and ruse until they finally give in. They are nothing but toys to you, utterly worthless tools for your own entertainment and enjoyment." She locked her eyes on his again, no trace of warmth left.

"What can I say? I have a weakness for Asians."

She would step toward him, raising her free hand to rest the tips of her dead fingers on his upper chest; that cold smile fixated upon her flawless face as she leaned forward, her parted lips mere centimeters from his ear, the freezing air which was her breath tickling his living flesh. "Then it's too bad that you aren't my type. You will not fool me as you have others, I can see right through your supposedly good looks to the man you truly are. I am no one's toy." She practically purred, taunting almost, then roughly shoved him back and away from her with her fingers; standing straight backed and proud as she faced up to the bastard with disgust. "Now where exactly are you planning to 'guide me'?" She asked in a sardonic voice, not really caring where she went. She would play along for now, but even he should have known by now that she felt nothing but disgust toward him. She felt awful for being so rude, so direct and possibly hurtful to him; but right now... She really didn't care.

[Ayen]

"You have no idea."

Catching the look in Kikyou's eyes only excited Drake more. She was such a strong and cold woman. He knew right then that he wanted to touch her cold body with his warmth and silent her refusal with his lips brushing off hers leaving way for moans of pleasure to escape her mouth instead. The glare she soon gave him after that statement only fueling the fires of his lust even further as he wished to grab and embrace her here and now as she spoke.

"And that is what so sickens me. You don't spare a thought for what the woman prefers, you view them as customers, people who willingly come before you and ask you to do what you want. When in truth, you take advantage of them, taunt and ruse until they finally give in. They are nothing but toys to you, utterly worthless tools for your own entertainment and enjoyment."

“I love it when girls talk dirty to me.”

Drake watch her walk up to him, shuddering at the touch of her cold hand on his chest. Smiling back at her own smile before feeling Kikyou's cold breath touch his ear causing him to shudder again. This woman redefine giving you the cold shoulder.

"Then it's too bad that you aren't my type. You will not fool me as you have others, I can see right through your supposedly good looks to the man you truly are. I am no one's toy."

She purred and Drake wasn't able to contain himself any longer. With superhuman reflexes at his disposal Drake was able to stop her from pushing him and pressed his lips against hers, stealing a kiss from the cold woman's lips.

[sebastian]

“I love it when girls talk dirty to me.”

He was truly a despicable bastard... She felt his lips on hers, and her disgust deepened. The fool... She raised her bow, placing it between them again, and shoved him away from her with it; the wood would leave a nice burning sensation across his chest where it connected. Once her lips were free again, she simply stood there, glaring at him with bow still held at a slight angel between them. He was really pushing his luck... It was only with sheer self control that she stopped herself from pulling an arrow on him at that moment. Her voice remained icy cold and disgusted as she spoke again. "So how did it feel, Drake... Kissing a dead woman; a stone-cold, walking corpse?"

At her words, one of the silvery dragons which served as her soul collectors materialized at her side, curling its slender shining body around her. The crimson eyes with their blue pupils seemed to star right through the man, and Kikyou raise her free hand to stroke its neck. "No, his soul would make us feel ill during the purification; and he cannot be cleansed until near death." She said simply, apparently in reply to a mental question the entity directed to her. The spirit continued to gaze at the man, the coldness of its master's eyes reflected in its own. The secret was out now, and good riddance. She preferred to allow no one to know of what she was; but it seemed the only way that might get the man to leave her be.

"Even if, for some strange reason, I chose to allow you to have me... There would be no satisfaction for you. No warmth, no body reactions. No trace of sensation at all. So you had best direct your eyes to other women, living women... Though I would recommend you chose only one and stick with her; rather than hopping around like the disgusting creature you are."

[Ayen]

"So how did it feel, Drake... Kissing a dead woman; a stone-cold, walking corpse?"

“Necrophilia never looked so good!”

"No, his soul would make us feel sick during the purification."

“That's a nice little dragon you have there...”

"Even if, for some strange reason, I chose to allow you to have me... There would be no satisfaction for you. No warmth, no body reactions. No trace of sensation at all. So you had best direct your eyes to other women, living women... Though I would recommend you chose only one and stick with her; rather than hopping around like the disgusting creature you are."

“I could... But the taste of forbidden fruit is far more sweeter than fruit you can have. Don't you agree?”

[sebastian]

"Necrophilia never looked so good!"

Had she been human enough, she might have cracked a slight smile there; one of genuine amusement. But no, she was neither human nor was she fond of this man in the slightest. And laughing at his bad jokes would only encourage him, make him think she was falling for him. And she didn't like the idea of his filth touching her again. Her lips still seemed to be burning from his kiss, and she had the strangest sensation of bile rising in her throat. Of course, there was nothing there, she had no body fluids; but she could tell she would have been gagging had she been capable of doing so. But as she couldn't, she simply maintained that cold air of disgust and indifference.

"That's a nice little dragon you have there..."

She cast a sideways glance at the silvery spirit on her shoulder, shimmering silver in the darkness of night. It was transparent for now, a sign that only the two of them could see it. Anyone passing or any observers would see nothing but a woman and man speaking with each other, even if some machine was used to see the invisible. One couldn't just see spirits unless the said spirits wished to be seen; or simply didn't care. "Not quite a dragon, but I suppose that is close enough. It is a spirit, a soul collector. It gathers souls of the dead or dying to be purified from the natural evils of the species, and brings them before me. Once purified, the souls can rest in peace." She turned and began to stride away, knowing he would likely follow her. "In turn, I cannot rest; because it is not my destiny to do so. Thus, I am a wanderer." She made no comment to the next thing he said, seeing no reason to inform him that "forbidden fruit" would lead to his downfall; no matter how sweet it was. She figured he already knew that. As she walked, the slender creature draped around her uncoiled and rose back into the sky, becoming more transparent until it was gone entirely.

[Ayen]

"Not quite a dragon, but I suppose that is close enough. It is a spirit, a soul collector. It gathers souls of the dead or dying to be purified from the natural evils of the species, and brings them before me. Once purified, the souls can rest in peace."

“So, you're a ghost whisperer?”

"In turn, I cannot rest; because it is not my destiny to do so. Thus, I am a wanderer."

“Does that mean you have infinite stamina?” Drake questioned as he continued to follow the girl.