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[ March's voicemail message will be the standard sort for a while, and expect replies from him to be slow/strange as he tries to understand this Modern Age.

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From:

notgneiss

[does march still need to sleep as a ghost? shale hasn't needed to sleep since she was changed. she enjoyed it, to begin with. never tiring, never needing to worry about fatigue affecting her battle capability. then... she remembers the overwhelming darkness of being deactivated in the deep roads. not well, but it's there. shale very much imagines that's what sleeping is like, because she doesn't remember.

it's because of the fact she doesn't need to sleep that it's around five in the morning when she finds the castille after doing some searching. march had surely mentioned it before, even if not directly to her. as she had mentioned to him, she's fought ghosts before and the fact they even exist don't shock her at all. it wasn't a surprise that he had come back. what was a surprise, however, was the flowers. he'd kept calling it a date and she'd spent enough time frozen around humans to know what flowers meant.

it annoyed her. march had said he didn't want his castille damaged, so at five in the morning, shale grabs a poor passer-by and throws them with enough force to smash through the hotel entrance. there's not as much damage if she'd just punched in or thrown a bolder, but it's sure as shit noticeable. shale stomps into the lobby, paying no attention to the ammo who is, unfortunately, still alive.]

Edited Date: 2017-06-02 03:36 pm (UTC)

From:

idesof

[The hotel is rather an outer shell for March these days. When part of it comes under attack, he knows, he feels it before anyone can tell him. He's lived in it long enough for his haunting to really settle in. For his evil to take root and curl about, to lay, to rise, to breathe, to take its own form...

So he's quick to appear when he feels part of himself, now, being shattered. At first he thinks perhaps an automobile has taken a bad course but of course not! So much better!

March appears just behind the front desk and moves around it quickly, looking up at Shale with more confusion and surprise than disbelief or anger. The last two are missing entirely.]

You have an interesting way of knocking, darling. I'd expect nothing less. [His friendly bellhop has already made an appearance, dragging off her ammo so there isn't an actual public murder. March, meanwhile, approaches Shale without a hint of worry.] You received the flowers?

From:

notgneiss

[annoying. she can't kill this asshole and now this!!]

Well, I had thought of using part of the road, but I thought I'd give it something to clean up instead.

[y'know. people.]

I burned them.

From:

idesof

[Time to call up some cannibals if their boy doesn't make it tbh. They're the best cleaners around.]

Of course you did. There's more where those came from. [You can't kill every flower in the world, Shale, it's okay to put a lily in your hair.] What brings you around, tossing people through my hotel?

[Still in the amused lane, not the offended one. His staff on the other hand is keeping a wide distance of Shale and watching with some confusion. Since when did the boss get a rockpal???]

From:

notgneiss

...

I thought it would be annoyed.

[she shuffles awkwardly, suddenly, fully coming to the realisation she just wasted her time.]

From:

idesof

[For once, he comes up speechless. In a good way. His eyebrows shoot up and his chin gets all wrinkly as he bites his tongue to keep from laughing. Wouldn't do to make her think he was laughing AT her.]

Very few things annoy me, and nothing you could ever bring yourself so low as to wallow in. [Wasted murderous potential, betrayal. Fuckin' hipsters. A few of his least favorite things.] I'm far too old to cry over a little spilled milk. Unless you were seeking enough of my attention to annoy me — you've already got it, darling.

[shale u tsun]

From:

notgneiss

[she grumbles - an odd sound like rocks grating against each other. it's so ANNOYING when people turn out to be relatable.]

How old is it?

From:

idesof

[An odd sound like melodious chirping, you mean.]

A century and some change, most of that spent within the walls of my beloved Cortez. [Not necessarily frozen but...worse than frozen, really. To be able to see the world passing around him with no ability to leave his Murder Palace and hunt. Only picking what he could as they checked in. He'd only ever admit it to the Countess, knowing her better than anyone else (or so he thought), but the hotel that damned so many had damned him first, and being captain of the hellish murder ship was little consolation.] I won't return the question. Never ask a lady her age!

From:

notgneiss

I am not a lady. I am a golem, I do not have a gender.

[honestly, march.

she bends down, picking up a shard of glass and looking it over, then back to march shale casually flings it at him, expecting nothing to come of it. then again, if something DOES, then cool.]

It died, yes? In this hotel, I assume. Ghosts don't tend to wander far from their death site.

From:

idesof

[The glass does indeed land, casually sticking out of his chest. He shows no sign of pain or that he even notices, which should be the first big clue he's not annoyed by that either. No blood trickles this time. He just stands there with glass sticking out of him.]

Not in this hotel. Not yet. [There is potential if somebody gets real good at ghost-killing. Somebody, somepony, somegolem, whatever.] The Cortez is in the California I know, not this one. I could never leave it after death, though, you are right about that. It wasn't possible.

From:

notgneiss

[...okay. shale is just gonna. keep picking up shards and flinging them at him, like this is normal.]

A haunted inn... how quaint. I suppose it, ah, screws around with all the human guests?

From:

idesof

[Some lands in his shoulder and he ignores that. It's not until a shard passes through his eye he shakes a bit, like a dog waking up, and the additional impaling features fall to the ground.]

I wouldn't dream of it. [So that's a yes. March picks off a bit of glass from his jacket and steps forward, smiling ever so charmingly up at Shale.] Would you like a tour?

From:

notgneiss

I have nothing else planned for the next millennia.

[she shrugs.]

Why not?

From:

idesof

Splendid.

[March is all Happy Smiles, and takes care to lead Shale where the ceiling won't get anywhere near her at all. Their friendly frowning clown takes a seat behind the front desk to watch them walk. March keeps his hands behind his back when not gesturing because he is a gentleman. Nicholas Sparks don't know shit.]

Are you very familiar with art? Have you heard of art deco? This is all art deco.

From:

notgneiss

I know art.

[she doesn't look at any of it.]

This is not, however, the art that can gather my attention. The stuff that can is... from a long time ago.

From:

idesof

[Wow Shale. Wow. March swallows any possible insult taken and nods agreeably as they pass a guest staring at Shale in both horror and amazement.]

What does it look like? This stuff from a long time ago.

[There is a painting nearby of what appears to be a man standing atop another man, slung on steps with his chest cavity opened, the man atop him holding the dying man's heart to the sun. Because that's 100% what it is. LOOK, SHALE, SQUISHY MURDER]

From:

notgneiss

[she looks over the painting, mildly disinterested.]

I... don't remember. [her tone has changed, she seems a little upset.] All I know it was underground, infused with magic and very important.