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((@ Avaxis: Cole had tripped far from where he left the group.))

Grave robber and Ryan came back Ryan rolled her eyes. "God damned man, wont stop the demolition of the nursery because the nursery doesn't make enough money." She muttered as she pushed her sunglasses off her face. Grave robber was still in dog form as they walked to their room, room 500. They asked for it specifically.

((Sorry foxface musta missed that... just disregard that whole post))

Time passed and bordom got the best of Donovan. He needed to be entertained.. people to mingle with. Donovan popped his knuckles and then headed for the elevator. Surely now that it was later in the afternoon there would be some interesing people watching in the lobby.

Donovan smiled and began walking to the elevator. His thick boots thumped on the ground as he walked with a new motivation. The elevator that had launched him earlier was still in it's place, and he quickly hopped in and pressed the button to the 1st floor. The elevator quickly dropped down as it dropped floors, suddenly coming to a screeching halt as it stopped at the first floor. The door opened and Donovan almost fell out, but this time caught himself. He wobbled a bit and looked back at the elevator.

"I won't be taking that again."

Smelling something cooking in the kitchen, Donovan decided that there must be people in the dining area. He stood up straight and straightened out his jacket, walking towards the dining room with a purpose. He approached the doors, pushing his hands out in front of him as he threw the double doors open. The sound of the doors slamming against the walls echoed throughout the empty dining area, there was no one there to have been annoyed by his dramatics.

"Well this is interesting... I'm in a hotel full of people with no people in it..." he said, walking to the nearest table and plopping his feet on top of it. He waited for a minute for a server of some sort, then finally his impatience got the better of him.

"Hey!" Donovan yelled out towards the kitchen "What does one have to do to get some service around here!?"

Donovan wasn't usually so crass and loud, but the lack of people and gaining of boredom had caused him to become a bit irritable.

Donovan watched the ghost come through the door from the kitchen.

"Well I must say that you're the first ghost I've seen around in quite some time. I thought that maybe you guys had all but left."

Donovan stood up abruptly at the comment of his manners.

"You are quite right good sir, where are my manners" he said, then took a bow "I am the immortal, Donovan Kiri ...." then Donovan stood and crossed his arms, finding a bit of humor in the list of formalities that he used to go by. "Also once known long ago as The Wolf's Bane... and before that I was known as The Dread Robber... and even still before that I was known as The Remorsless.... but you can call me Donovan".

The slight bit of scynacissim in his voice would be hard to miss, though he found it humorous how ridiculous the many terms of proper etiquette and manners had changed throughout the course of time.

"Of course.... you could probably care less I'm sure.... about as much as I do really. They're all just proper titles and all... but manners are important..."

Donovan could tell the ghosts irritation and distaste for him. Never the less, the ghost was cordial enough to continue into what seemed to be a conversation with him, so Donovan smiled and sat back down, disregarding the lack of a respective returned bow from the ghost.

"Easy Alistar, I don't call myself immortal because of the number of ridiculous titles that I've been given over the years or anything so trivial. I am merely, and truly, an immortal. I don't age..." Donovan said, leaning back in his seat as he conversed. He thought of coffee for a brief instant. Coffee would be a nice addition to the conversation.

"There's not a whole lot of us immortals anymore, some apparently thought it meant they couldn't die at all... then ended up getting themselves killed. Say, not to change the subject... but is there anyone actually working in the kitchen? I thought I smelt food earlier and I could use a fresh cup of coffee. Seeing as how you just came from there, maybe you can tell me."

Donovan raised his eyebrow at the ghost, wondering if perhaps he was jumping around too much. He was really bad about straying off topic during conversations, but through the years found that conversations are too short to hold simply on one subject. Sometimes having many subjects going on at once kept things interesting.

"Where are you from by the way?"

The ghost called Alistar listened to Donovan and found he wasn't nearly as ignorant as he had appeared by his arrogant behavior. He nodded in accordance with Donovan as he spoke of foolish immortals who thought that being immortal meant they could not die. To Alistar, there was really not such thing as a true immortal. Everything had a beginning, and so, everything would have its end.

"No one is working there since it is closed at the moment... but there are guests sharing in a rather... raw meal," he replied, remembering Hecate and her taste for the flesh of animals, and in most cases he knew she would rather eat human. That still made him uneasy, even if he was no longer human. That is, if he had been human in the first place. He really had no idea.

He got a bit sour when Donovan asked where he was from. "I don't know where I'm from," he replied rather tartly, but just then he saw a girl pass right through his body. It was as much of a shock to him as the girl who had done it. He didn't feel anything of course, but it was still alarming.

He felt a bit more timid as people seemed to be piling in here, and stepped away from the girl to give her some distance. He looked a bit uneasy at her reaction to him, not liking to frighten anyone. Alistar was just special like that.

Grinning behind her mask she glared towards the chop of lamb. She wasn’t as hungry as she had been before so she wasn’t as tempted to chow down on it. Rolling her shoulders Hecate continued to merely grin behind her mask, whipping out her right arm curling the fingers of her right hand around the figure of the newly transformed mouse lifting him up as she had done in the hall coming eye to eye with him once more.

“So you’re the little rodent from the hall, Hmn, well little mouse boy, you can call me Hecate, as for that lamb, as much as I would love to I can't go and eat all of it up, this will be a snack for later I think..”

She gave his figure a light squeeze only to drop him back into place brushing her hand off against the fabric of her shirt. Reluctantly scooping up the lamb she used the heel of her boot to pull open the’ freezer’ stuffing the lamb back in, once more brushing her hands against the fabric of her shirt, shifting as her heel kicked against the door once more slamming it shut. Despite her death her hearing was still excellent, she caught the sound of a familiar voice, it seemed to be her little ghosty acquaintance ‘Alister’, but he wasn’t chattering to himself a few other voices bickered.

“Oh goody .. the fun begins!”

Hecate shifting over to what seemed to be a rather fancy set of cutting knives. Whipping out her right arm her fingers curled around the handle of one of the larger knives pulling it out as a slight glisten was made in the flawless stainless steel blade. Grinning as she glanced at her reflection within the blade she held the sharpened end against her neck. She then began to saw through her own flesh a gruesome sound emitting as the flesh was torn to bits. Tossing the knife uncaringly behind her, only to have it collided into the material of the wall. Recoiling as the handle bounced for a few seconds the knife deeply embedded against the material of the wall at that point. Reaching up with her left hand, curling her fingers around a few strands of her lime green hair, Hecate tugged upwards as she ripped her head clean from her shoulders. Not even a drop of blood spilled. Even despite now being seemingly decapitated she still spoke.

“You’re going to do me a little favor mouse boy, you’re going to take this little ‘welcoming gift’ to the ones outside, understood?”

Hecate shifted on her heels, having quite good balance despite being beheaded. She found the perfect platter as she eased her head on top of the cold steel bottom. She commanded her headless body as it motioned picking up the rounded top that went with the platter putting it over her head concealing it. Her headless body gestured its right hand as if to say for Cole to do as she asked. A muffled voice echoed from under the covering of the platter.

“Get on with it mouse boy!”

In a rather intimidating and demanding voice she urged the male to do as she said.