Xander was moving about the rooms of the house, making sure everything was in preperation. It had been a long time since he'd had any sort of company - and that made entertaining someone a bit difficult. Especially since he had no idea what to expect, as to the other person... Was he nice? Mean? Tall? Short? Did he have an accent? Gyah - so many things to find out...
The knock that came at the door was expected and yet unexpected at the same time. The timing could have been better, one supposed. Youko stood on the doorstep, ears pinned beneath a knit hat and tail swishing idly as he looked to the feien in his pocket. "You okay in there?" he asked softly, just smirking when he was glared at by the Death Feien. Ankou had been complaining about the cold since they'd left the house, and likely wasn't going to be getting any better until they were inside.
Xander opened the door, and looked at the man who stood there. It was a moment before he found his voice, nervous as he was.
"Come in, come in... Pardon the house, it's a disaster area."
It didn't look like it. Driesan peeked out from Xander's pocket, curious.
Chuckling, Youko stepped in and pulled the hat off, letting the furred fox ears shake themselves out. "Hello! Don't worry about the house, it looks fine. I'm Youko, and this is Ankou..." He paused then, looking down at the pocket. "This is Ankou...." Sighing, he reached in and yanked out the screeching Feien.
"NNNOOOOOOO!!! It's warm in there, youc an't make me come out, I'll FREEZE!!! FEIEN ABUSE!! Oh, hi!" Ankou switched gears immediately upon seeing Xander and Driesan, then darted off, disappearing into the house.
Rolling his eyes, Youko sighed and unzipped his coat, pulling out a small Puri youth. "Momote, don't let him get into trouble." He smiled as the puri darted off after Ankou, tail waving. He looked back to Xander then, smiling sheepishly. "You sure you wanted HIM along, right?"
It was Driesan's choice more than-"
He broke off as the Feien darted out of HIS pocket, managing the catch the tail of the Puri and be swept along. Hey! He wasn't about to miss out on the action!
"... mine. Sorry about that. Here, let me get your coat."
He took Youko's coat to the coat-rack, and motioned into the living room.
"Dinner's not quite ready yet. Have a seat?"
Leaving the two bonded behind, Momote glanced over her shoulder as she ran, grinning to Driesan. "Hang on!" she called out, picking up speed until she'd managed to slide into the livingroom, spinning around fully and winding up pointing back in the same direction she'd been facing to begin with.
Laughter came from above them, where Ankou was perched on th e rail of the drapes, feet kicking slightly. "Isn't it great when she does that? Helluva ride."
"Oh yeah! That IS fun! Makes you dizzy though. I'm Driesan."
He flitted up to the drapes, and perched beside Ankou.
"Soooo... Whatcha wanna do?"
He swung his legs as well a little bit, and looked down at Momote. He got a grin on his face, and leaned over to Ankou, whispering in his ear.
"Let's tease her."
Frowning, Ankou turned and narrowed his eyes at Driesan. "You don't tease Momote... OR Mr. Cat. S'not nice, and they look out for me."
Momote snickered faintly, shooting Driesan a wry grin as the puri stuck her tongue out at him and flounced over to the couch to curl up in a furball.
Once she was settled, Ankou looked around the livingroom and let his wings buzz behind him slightly. "What do you do for fun around here?'
"Not much. I got some paints and stuff."
He shrugs, and motions to a table in the room.
"And there's always upstairs. I think there's a ghost up there."
He shivers pleasently, and grins.
"A ghost?" That made Ankou perk up a bit. He'd heard stories of ghosts and watched the shows all the time on television. "Let's go!" The feien took off then, darting for the stairs.
"Hey! Wait!"
He zoomed after Ankou, and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the stairs for the moment, and staring straight into his eyes.
"We can't go up there NOW. The ghost is asleep. It's a lot more fun when it's awake."
"Duh... so let's wake it up!" Ankou looked around then, yelling at the top of his lungs. "WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUU?!?"
Momote opened one eye, peering up the stairs before closing it again and just listening to the pair of them.
Ankou's strength made it easy for him to pull away from Driesan's hold, wings fluttering as he started exploring the second floor.
"Ankou! Wait! It's dangerous! ... Or not."
He sighed, and followed Ankou, who would probably wake up the Phanta up here. It was a ghost that not even that Arlian guy Xander had come across knew about.
Ankou didn't listen, continuing to flit here and there, looking for the ghost. "How lame, where is it? Most ghosts move stuff or make noise. Do you have a tape recorder? Youko showed me how you can hear ghosts by using a tape recorder..."
The Phanta shoved something off a shelf where Ankou was hovering. It was a rather large flowerpot. Driesan couldn't move fast, but he could shout.
"ANKOU, WATCH OUT!"
He couldn't move quite fast enough to avoid it, the Feien getting bowled end over end in midair as the pot brushed alongside him. "Now THAT was cool!" he crowed, darting up towards where the pot had been. The crash below didn't seem to phase him in the slightest... neither did the fact that he'd almost been shattered along with it.
Youko, however, pricked up both ears, glancing up towards the ceiling. "I really hope that's normal around here," he said, hoping inwardly that Ankou wasn't getting into more trouble.
"Ankou... I told you to be careful! The ghost could do anything!"
Like what it was doing right behind Driesan - who was paying no attention whatsoever. And that happened to be holding a carving knife in a strike-ready position right behind him.
"Like stab you from behind?" Ankou said, pointing tot he ghost as he perched on the top shelf and watched. This was kinda strange... he di dn't remember seeing ghosts try to stab people before. "Better move!"
Driesan moved out of the way just in time to see the knife shoot to the floor. He was starting to get very scared - ok, he WAS very scared.
"Let's... get out of here before we piss it off."
The door ******** one and only time Driesan had sworn.
"Too late," Ankou said, tilting his head to the side and watching the movements around the room. Sometimes, the boy had an astonishing grasp of the obvious. "Never seen a ghost before, let alone a pissed off one... this is pretty nifty!" He was nearly vibrating with glee, the feien's wings buzzing behind him rapidly.
"NIFTY?! We could get killed!"
He was fluttering around the room rapidly, trying to find some way out. The ghost was lifting another pot to throw at Ankou.
"Only if you panic," Ankou said, waiting until the moment the pot was actually thrown at him and he knew where it was going before he darted to the side. "See... that's what people do in horror movies. They panic, they don't think, and they do stupid s**t."
"Ok then. Tell me what to do while I'm not panicking."
He hovered in mid-air, and crossed his arms, wings fluttering.
"And then the killer catches them and they DIE!" Ankou said gleefully, hovering in midair. He glanced to Driesan then, grinning. "Simple. You stay calm, you watch out for what it's doing, and you react to keep one step ahead. Oh, and never have sex. Anyone who has sex in horror movies dies."
"HOW could you be thinking of sex at a time like this?"
He beats his tiny fists against one wall, not paying attention. The ghost has picked up and lighted a match, moving towards Driesan with it.
"I'm not thinking of sex, idiot, I'm thinking of NOT having sex. Because then I'm safe." He blinked, entranced by the match for a moment as he tiled his head to the side. "You're gonna get torched."
"I'm gonna what?"
He turns around, sees the match, and darts out of the way. Heat-feien he may be, but he's not yet reached the level where fire doesn't burn him.
"Pfft." Ankou rolled his eyes then, and darted towards the match, stopping next to it and fanning his wings til it went out. "Another thing that they screw up on in horror movies. All they do is RUN! Sometimes you've gotta think of things that can help instead of just running around and shrieking like a little girl."
He eyes Ankou.
"You're not scared? There's a HUMAN-sized ghost in this room, and we're around 1/50th or less of the size of a human."
An almost feral grin crossed the feien's face then, and one had to wonder if he was really completely sane or not. "Why should I be afraid? Human sized or no, it's still a ghost... and my element is Death. Besides... it's just like a bully on TV. It's TRYING to scare you. If you get scared and panic, you're giving it exactly what it wants. I saw this thing Youko has, it's called a nightmare. It feeds off of frustration. Bullies feed off of fear. If you stay calm and don't freak out, you're fine."
"If it's trying to scare me, it's doing a damned good job."
He sighs, and flutters up to the shelf Ankou's sitting on, leaning over with his arms crossed over his chest.
"So it'll go away?"
Shrugging, Ankou glanced around, seeing what the ghost would try next. "No. But it'll have to think harder to come up with stuff, or it'll just get bored and stop."
He looks over at the corner. This used to be a greenhouse. And there's a snake in the corner he hadn't seen.
"Mmm... Ankou? Can ghosts manifest things?"
"Not that I know of. Just lights and sounds and things." Ankou didn't notice the snake, still paying attention to the Phanta and its actions.
He shook Ankou's shoulder, and pointed to the rather large garter snake in the corner.
"Nothing like that?"
Ankou turned to where Driesan was pointing, eyes widening slightly as he grinned. "Nope, nothing like that. COOL! What kinda snake is that?" He scrambled to his feet then, starting towards it, despite the fact that he likely looked like a good meal to start the winter months with.
"Umm... Ankou... that might not be such a..."
He trailed, off, and looked around the snake, following Ankou. He spotted something near its tail.
"Hole in the wall!"
"Hole?" Ankou blinked, looking at it curiously. He wanted to LEAVE?!? "But this is just getting good!" He wailed, petting the scales of the snake as the half-dormant reptile turned to try and figure out who was annoying it.
"I don't know about you, but I don't exactly want to wind up smashed beneath a flowerpot."
He shrugged, and went about trying to push the reptile's tail out of the way, straining against it.
"Boring," Ankou sighed, kicking the snake and making it flinch so that the tail moved out of the way. Once the hole was clear, he slid into it, letting out a whoop as he dropped out of view.
Driesan didn't like to sound of that. He turned to the snake.
"Here goes nothing."
He grabbed the edge of the hole, and dropped down, remembering in time that he could fly. He called down the pipe.
"Ankou?"
"WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The echo came up the pipe as Ankou rode it water-slide-style all the way down, nearly getting spun around it a few times as it made bends and twists here and there.
"When you can't beat 'em..."
He dropped his wings, and folded them back, hitting the pipe, and taking off sliding.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Tumbling around in the pipe, Ankou was laughing and yelping all at the same time. Finally he felt nothing beneath him but air and looked down in time to see the ground coming up to meet him at a shocking rate of speed. "Whu oh..." he managed to get out before landing in a rolling heap in the grass, ending up on his back and staring up in dazed silence at the sky. "Whoa... goooooooood Nyborg," he murmured, remembering a line from his current favourite movie.
It wasn't too long before Driesan came tumbling out after him, rolling directly into the other Feien.
"Yeesh... You alright, Ankou?"
It took a moment before he got an answer, Ankou getting up unsteadily and staggering towards the house. "Let's do that again!!"
"Let's not and say we didn't."
He shudders lightly, and thinks about the ghost in that room.
"That thing's mean as heck. I wish I knew some way to get it out of the house."
"Ghosts are cool," Ankou said, grinning as they walked back towards the house. "Just have to know how to deal with them."
"Which apparently I don't. Can you teach me about the one in there? We can go back inside, I think."
He looks a little apprehensive, but then again, he really does want to learn how to deal with the wayward ghost upstairs.
"Nope," Ankou replied easily, shrugging. "How can I teach you about it when I know nothing about it? I just know it's a ghost. Either stay away from it or learn not to be scared of it."
"I think I'd rather go with the latter. My bedroom is up there."
He cringes and shudders. Yup - Xander's bedroom and Driesan's are both up there. That's all he uses the upstairs for. And the bedroom is used hardly at all, since Xander's prone to falling asleep on the couch at all times... yet still...
"Well, then remember what I told you and don't be scared of it." Ankou shrugged then, moving to the kitchen door and knocking on it loudly. "Nothing really more that I can tach you about it, because I dunno."
"Ahh. Alright then. Dinner should be ready soonish."
He licks his lips, and flits up to the top of the door, where a flap's been installed, pushing it open, and flying inside.
"Cool... cat door." Ankou grinned, flying up to the flap and pushing it inward, disappearing inside as well.
