Why Insomnia Doesn't Pay [Complete]

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Character(s): Miranda, Chris Lightfellow, Betelgeuse
Content: In which there is much waiting, worrying, introductions and... haunting.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Mid-noonish
Warnings: BEWARE OF GHOST.

You mentioned being near the Muspelheim gate. That is close to where I am staying. Would you like me to bring you here until your friends arrive?

Miranda took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and think rationally. Thanks to the message board, she now knew that Allen, Rabi, and Linali were also in this city and had been able to make contact with the first two.

She wasn't insane. This place... Paixao... it wasn't a figment of her imagination derived from insomnia. It really did exist and she had somehow wound up here without really knowing how or why. But it wasn't a dream.

Considering the man who had called himself "Little Red Riding Hood" and that person who had taunted her about the bogeyman, as well as the person who hadn't typed much at all... Paixao being one big hallucination would have made a lot more sense.

"I just have to wait," she mumbled, settling herself on a nearby bench and clutching her journal to her chest. The person who had volunteered to help her out until her friends arrived (if they arrived) had requested that she stay put, so put she'd stay.

If only "staying put" didn't involve wandering minds and private worries that included the location of her friends and of certain creatures that this person with knives had mentioned.

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Through his sick, ghastly, laughter, it was safe to say that Betelgeuse was enjoying himself regardless of his amputated arm. Seeing the horrified reactions he had caused poor Miranda were treat enough. He just loved this girl. The smell of fear in which she wreaked of (although fear didn't exactly have a smell) was enough to encourage him all the more to continue. Exactly how far could he push this girl before she either passed out or ran away? The excitement was overwhelming for the exorcist looked as if she were on the verge of wetting her pants.

Chris on the other hand, she shared but slightest bit frightened at his handy work. She appeared more aggravated than disturbed, actually. And though he was disappointed, his hideous stained teeth smiled at the woman from the shadows. This egg was a hard one to crack, but he admired that, feeling all the more determined to get this knight screaming till she was blue in the face.

"Whaaaaaaaat?" the ghost questioned through a long whine, backing into view of both girls once again. They both chose to verbally attack him setting him in a some what sticky situation... No, not really, but it was fun to pretend. "I was just tryin' to help."

Attaching his limb once again, he shed not one ounce of blood making the process at least some what more bearable before he forced his bones to 'snap' when finally getting his arm to connect to his shoulder again. From there, he began tapping his chin thoughtfully before he suddenly broke into a smile. An idea bulb had burst.

"Whooa, wait! I got it. -Hold on a sec." sharing with the two an assuring nod, he reached into his striped suit and began to dig around. Numerous bazaar expressions appeared on his face during this process, almost as if he were in some sort of pain... or acting like a complete fool. Whatever it was, it continued until he believed he had found what he had been looking for.

"Ah, ha!" he cried, ripping out what appeared to be a mouse trap which snapped down on his hand. This caused him to curse, waving his hand around angrily. But this did not discourage him, for once the trap flew free from his pale hand, he threw it back in his coat and began pulling out even more fairly random objects; a bear trap, a fish skeleton, a rotting piece of cheese...

Turning to Miranda, he revealed a large, plump rat that squirmed about in his hold along with numerous insects. "Could you hold this?" he asked, not giving the raven haired woman the chance to protest before forcing the grotesque articles into her hands. He then went back into his coat, pulling out an entire ship that looked fairly similar to 'The Titanic'.

"Maybe I'm looking in the coat..." Betelgeuse began. But then his look of doubt instantly changed upon the familiar grasp of something. This caused him to spin around and turn his back on the two girls in order to hide the object(s?) he had pulled in store for them.

"Never mind! I got it! Hang on..." He sounded like he was struggling, fighting with something as his arms wildly moved about. "-Gah, work you stupid piece of- Yup! Your gunna get a real kick outta this! Just a few more twists..."

If these two had any intent of escaping from the ghost, perhaps now would be the best time while his back was turned...