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Alistar figured he might as well check out the new people. He checked his other shoe lace to make sure it was still tied. He had no clue how he, as a ghost, could trip over his shoelaces, but it had happened, and he really hadn't asked why. Perhaps it was because he didn't tend to float around like other ghosts. Or perhaps it was because he thought he could trip over them, so he did. Whatever the case, Alistar stood up and phased right through his door slowly to enter the hall.

No use reaching for the doorknob anymore. He'd just go through that too. He looked over his shaded spectacles at a group not too far down the hall from him. There was one strange looking cat over there with what seemed to be a boy and girl. Of course this cat wasn't normal house cat style, and that, dispite being a ghost, a bit uneasy.

He sighed and as his breath came out like a cold draft of air he started to walk down the hall towards them. Well, this was it; the moment of truth. It was time to see what this bunch would do when they saw his semi-transparent body wandering casually over.

The ghost called Alistar phased through the floor as he heard a loud tapping sound. Of course, to his ears it sounded loud because of the silence he was used to, whereas to anyone else it might've just been bacground noise. He had gone through the floor because he had been startled, and he didn't particularly want the group still a ways ahead of him to freak out and seeing a startled ghost.

Timid and considerate, some ghost I am, he thought to himself with an icy sigh. He ignored his self-lecture to locate the one who had tapped the ground in the first place. He found himself looking down until his ghostly shoes met the floor of the basement and he walked around before going up the stairs and pasing through the door. He made his way to the lobby slowly, avoiding any other sort of strange and sudden confrontation before he peered his pale translucent head into the lobby.

There seemed to be a strange green haired girl standing in the middle of it, looking rather confused and a bit lost. Taking pity on this lost sheep, and not wanting to frighten her, he hid behind the main door while he said, "Hello there... What brings you to this hotel, young miss...? Are you having trouble with anything in particular?" He felt a little stupid hiding himself like this, but he really didn't want to shock her or anything by presenting himself openly.

Alistar was a bit taken a back by this girl's words, but as the rather squishy thud of flesh hitting a solid object. He peeked under the door to see it was in fact, a hand, and he found was wasn't really disgusted at all... but that may have been due to the fact that it got up and returned to the girl where it had apparently fallen from. At her words he merely smiled, though the thought was a bit bitter that he was dead, it was at least pleasing to know that her taunts didn't really hold any weight on him. He was weightless after all.

"I'm afraid that won't be too much of a problem for me, miss..." he replied, "Can't do much of a pinky promise anymore either, I'm afraid."

Alistar pushed open the door slowly and it creaked somewhat loudly in the dark space as he stepped out in all his translucent glory. "You see," he remarked, "I'm not a exactly a fleshie anymore. My name is Alistar, one of the resident ghosts here at this, our haunted, Hotel." He made a sort of half bow in a polite fashion and stepped towards her, trying to gauge her reaction just in case he'd have to slip through the floor down to the basement once again.

Alistar observed her and came to the conclusion that she had to be a zombie. She was almost as dead as he was, but she was still attached to her flesh and still had to eat to fill her hunger. Though of course when he was alive he didn't exactly feast on human flesh, so though he couldn't totally relate, the fact that she seemed at ease around him settled him a little.

The ghost host watched her as she walked around him, observing him. This was another thing he didn't much like besides freaking people out; being studied. He shifted uncomfortably under her undead gaze. Once she stopped, he figured she was through, only to find that she was playing her own game by stabbing through his various body parts. He blinked as she put her fingers through his eyes and cut through half his slightly shaded teal glasses. He didn't use his spectacles for seeing, and he vaguely remembered them being a rose colour at some time, but he wasn't sure when that had been, or how he remembered. But either way her rash, though playful actions did offend him slightly.

He tried not to make a note of it and tried to merely consider an adequate answer to her new question for him. "I'm sure we could find you something suitable to eat around here... though I don't think the other tenants would be happy with you gnawing on their legs..." he replied, and paused before he sighed once more. "I wasn't afraid of you, per say, but I do tend to startle the general population and merit... well less than satisfactory responses. Running and Screaming is one way to put it." He paused once more before he adjusted his glasses a bit further down his nose before he replied, "I prefer much more subtle approaches..."

Alistar grimaced slightly at the sound of the Zombie cracking her neck. It sent shivers up his spine; or in Alistar's case, lack thereof. He frowned slightly in response the ungodly sound, but kept his composure and tried to resist cracking the bones that he didn't have any more. It was just a natural response to a sound like that.

Little ghosty? This girl... Hecate... she almost makes me want to prove her wrong. I could be scary if I wanted... he thought to himself, but figured it would be no use, because he really didn't like scaring anyone. He thought that perhaps she would be better at this job of scaring people with her unusual behavior. It's not like he'd met many zombies though, and supposed he couldn't judge them all by the few he'd seen.

"We can head to the mess hall and I'll see if there's anything in the kitchen to fit your... tastes..." he replied and turned to the right side of the lobby, "But I have to wonder, would raw meat stave off your hunger?"

Alistar started walking, expecting her to follow. He didn't float like other ghosts, and tripped on untied shoelaces if he wasn't careful. He opened the door for her and let her go through to the hall connecting to the mess hall rather than just phasing through it himself. He could make some parts of himself semi-solid when he needed them to be, but that didn't help him very often. He was doing this to be polite.

Donovan was about to answer Jessies question when he heard the sphinx make a remark about flirtations or something. He simply started back at the creature with a bit of a smirk and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he placed his right foot up against the wall behind him.

"I do nothing so trivial as flirt little shapeshifter. Don't go taking that tone with me. Jealousy doesn't become you. You can go on with you're wooing if you like."

This time it was Donovan that went ignored as he watched the distracted sphinx fall flat after tripping over his tail.

"Maybe you should stick to a form that you're used to..." Donvan said, without pausing. He was notorious for just saying what he thought at times, which had gotten him in trouble in the past. Donovan stood up away from the wall, anticipating a confrontation. He placed his hands behind his back, one of which secretly preparing to grab the sword he kept hidden under his coat if need be. A smile stretched across his face.