At the Lighthouse

[Marcescens]

Gazing up at it's seemingly endless white coluum, Marcescens shuffled to a lazy stop, reached up and plucked the piece of straw out of the terrible jagged crack he had for a mouth. Grinning, he tossed it aside without tearing his evil gaze away from hte top of the Lighthouse.

It was an eerie place to be at night, but during the middle of the day ( like now ) it looked seemingly harmless. The beach was a little ways down the edge of the little hill with the cliff like grassy top. The wind was gently, bringing a loving smell of the Sea and all its joys.

But lil' ol Marcey wasn't here for the joys the seaside brought. He was mescheivious, and liked to play games a lot. Unfortunatly, this wasn't really the right place for it. People didn't come to the lighthouse as much as they used to. It was the trademark for Seabrook, but that trade mark had begun to loose it's importance.

Sniffing snobby like, Marcescens looked around. Not much was happening, a few fishermen off the side a ways off, their lines thrown into the sea and catching little, but still fishing anyway. "Pathetic..." Marcescens said with a flat expression. "Most pathetic."

He glanced own at his chest as the small cricket gave a loud cracking chirp. "You agree with me don'tcha lil' buddy..." He said lovingly dramatic. With a wicked grin taking shape across his face, he whisked his way over to the bright cherry red door (the paint beginning to fade and chip) spun on his muddy heel and flopped into a seated position in the grass.
There was a single step leading into the door, and that became the backrest as Marcescens stretched out both legs and settled to a quite relaxed position.

Mischief could wait, at least, a few minutes...

[Moss]

ooc: Yipee, time for some I-can-be-in-more-then-one-place-at-a-time

**A sickly black smoke seems to rolls in from nowhere, coiling and climbing upon itself. Then, the same way it appeared, the smoke blows away, far into oblivion. Out of it steps a rather interesting looking individual. His clothes are out of date enough to be a Halloween costume- a large velvet jacket which could be placed back to the medieval times. The clothing actually seems to have come from the time period- faded and worn, yellowed and wilted, but, amazingly, without holes. It seems to hang limply over his frame, as if it was just hanging on a coat hanger. His face is equally odd. Appearing from a too-long and too-skinny body, it looks more then gaunt- the thin layer of skin stretched to form human features (very snobbish ones at that) is almost see-through, and at places the slight white-ish outline of a bone is seen.
Lord Tybalt looks around him in disdain, somehow totally missing Marcescens (probably due to the fact that he is standing on the opposite side of the lighthouse). Brushing some little fragments of black smoke off his coat, he takes a step towards the ruins, muttering to himself about the patheticness of the place. Why had he even come here? Oh, right- to stay away from that darned Captain and his stupid new little creature. Oh well..... maybe he'd have a chance to practice his swordfighting, while he was alone.**

[Marcescens]

OOC: LOL Awesome!
BIC:

Marcescens yawned lazily and rolled over. "Pfllubbfee snickaaaahhhh ddoopple..." He murmers wth an exhale. The cricket chrips rather annoyed sounding, loudly and with that mocking fiddle.
Snorting, Marcey absently pats his chest, feeling the straw compress slightly and puff back to his skinny normal.

Chirp.

Groan. Rolling back over, he set his 'chin' down on the ruggedy stone step and gave a loud huff. Stupid cricket. Grumbling, he rolled back over and sat up. Nothing still. Boring. Maybe it was time to go home, or move about.

With a small, hollow, sniff, Marcescens stood up roughly onto his rugged boots and lazily slopped forward a few steps. Black smoke caught his attention, and on instinct, Marcescens ducked lower to the ground, creeping forward small step by small step. Marcey was a poltergeist, and this was his favourite thing to do. Cause mayhem.

Edging around the round ruins, he caught a small glimps of a figure. Oddly enough, this one was strikingly odd. The way it was dressed, the way his.. bones? looked? The skin? bones? old clothes? Another ghost!

"Most interesting!" Marcey said with a rather menacing quiet giggle. Feeling rather adventurous, the lanky scarecrow flattened himself against the lighthouse wall, edged a little closer, and froze to play dummy at any sound of movement other then his own...

[Moss]

**Lord Tibalt freezes as he ears the slightest sound, and looks around. Seeing no one, he listens harder, ready to disappears once more. Unfortunately for any bystander, the once-alive nobleman, isn't a ghost but a skeleton. The skin stretching over his skull is, while perfected of the centuries, just an illusion. So, as he focuses on something else, is begins to fade. Well, not fade, per say. Just kinda pealing off. Or really peeling off. Large chunks and long slabs begin to detach from his skull, hanging down in a zombie-like effect.His eyes are slowly melting to reveal black cavities. In all, not a pretty picture. He puts his hand on the old lighthouse, sending little pieces of illusioned skin drifting down, and disappearing as they go. He coughs loudly, but is only answered by the chirping of crickets. Stupid bugs.
He brings his foot down on the worn ground, imagining stomping them out. With a sigh, he begins to walk around the lighthouse, only to come face-to-face with a ghastly looking pumpkin.
No amount of pride would have been able to stop his reaction, and he lets out a squeal-shriek and takes some steps backwards, shedding most of the rest of his "skin" into smoke. Had he still had eyes, they would be blinking, but instead he just narrows his big black holes. There was never a scarecrow here. Who's idea was this? Not so funny.**

[Bones]

Bones ambles about, so bored is he, that he decided to walk up to the lighthouse. There's no one to talk to, the majority of them are resting the day away. But what fun is there in that? None. Exactly his point.
There's not a heck of a lot of clothing on him, but his overcoat is flung open to the breeze so that his knuckles can rap on his ribcage without interference. Each time bone strikes bone, there is a hollow ringing that is anything but musical. But Bones doesn't care, he just hums tunelessly, swinging his straggles of hair around and into his eye sockets.
"Hmm..." He murmurs, pausing in his dreadful rendition of some song long dead. "Black Smoke... Ol' Tybbie must be around!"
He wills his legs to move faster, his heels and toes slapping against the soft ground, causing loud rattles to fill the air.

[Moss]

**Tybalt whirls around once more, this time not to see a scarecrow in his face, but another skeleton trotting up the hill. Did he just say Ol' Tybbie? The skeleton narrows his eyes. I must have been dreaming. After all, as far as the others at Nevermour go, Tybalt has always seen Bones as one of the more.... like-able. Better then the Captain anyways, if a bit insubordinate for his taste.
He watches the skeleton coming for a bit more, then raises his hand in a greeting. Not waving, mind you- just.... acknowledging his presence. Putting his now completely bare hand back down, he tips his head a bit, carefully to not pop it off, and waits for the other skeleton.**

[Bones]

As his pace increases, he begins to beat on his ribs again. A charge echoes around him, His jaws wide open in a huge grin. Nobody would assume that once upon a time, he had been the most pompous corpse around. At least, not now that he'd lost his tight-fitting skin.
Bones hurries towards Tybalt, finally screeching to a halt alongside him.

[Moss]

Hello. **Tybalt sneers, looking down at Bones.** How are you doing today? **He looks the skeleton up and down a few times, taking in his rag-tag clothing, and non-existent facial features, before looking back out. nice view up here. funny he'd never noticed it before. maybe it was that today there weren't any annoying bystanders to pollute it...
He absentmindedly looks to where the scarecrow that scared him was. Lucky Bones hadn't seen that episode...**

[Marcescens]

Marcey's pumpkin eyes just glitter menacingly up at the boney pair. Skeletons. Great. Old bones will cramp his spooky style, then again. These two might make good playmates for the childish scarecrow.
At the little shriek, Marcey tried to hold back his giggles, but as he locks 'eyes' with Lord Tybalt he falls into a fit of giggles he cannot hide.

With a loud crack of laughter, Marcescens pitches forward, wrapping his lanky arms across his stomach and coughing over his breath. Squirming like a little child, he rocks on his heels and bottom, back and forth, bursting with laughter; pumpkin face pulled up in a mocking, evil grin.

[Moss]

**Tybalt turns to see the scarecrow that just terrified him dissolving into fits of laughter. His hauty sneer turns into a look of un-bridled disgust. Scarecrows. He takes a step away from Bones, and goes to stand by the creature. Keeping himself from kicking it, which he strongly wants to do, he just sighs.** And what do you want, scarecrow? **Letting all his disgust leak out of his words.**

[Marcescens]

Marcescens' laughter halts instantly. "Scarecrow?" His evil smile turns to a small frown. A tesing one. He sniffs and jumps up to his muddy boots.

"Scarecrow?" He hisses.
"SCARECROW?!" He spat again.

It looks as if he vegteble head might explode, but quickly as it had come, his grin appears once again and he bows low, and arm flopping to hte ground, the other reaching up and plucking the hat from ontop of his head.

"I go by Marcescens, if you please." He straightens up lazily and replaces the hat once again. Dusting his arms off he straightens up proudly. "Annnnnnnd This palce seems to be FREE. Last time I checkes... GHOST..." He giggles the word.
"So I think I can wander around here if I would so please too.. besides. Iiiiii---was here First!"

[Moss]

**If Tybalt had still had lips, or the impression of lips, they would have been curled in a tasteful mix of disgust and disdain. He should have known that something with a vegetable for a head would only be capable of very limited thoughts. Poor, stupid creature.
His eyes follow the puppet-like movement of Marcescens bowing, but does not return the gesture. He is royalty after all. And if he's an oddity of nature, this thing is an abomination, not much better then that disgusting patchwork creature back at the mansion. Actually, it was worst. Grimacing, he replies,** Hello then..... Marceesens, **He spits out the name, as if just saying it could hurt him.** I am Lord Tybalt Ferdinand Of Whitechappel de Capella. **His cold eyes wait for the scarecrow's reaction, secretly praying that it won't be another fit of what seems to be laughter, and he keeps both hands at his side, obviously not wanting to shake hands with such a.... disdainful piece of garbage.**


ooc: As usual, pay no mind to Tybalt- everything that isn't him disgusts him

[Marcescens]

OOC: VEGETABLE HEAD!!! LOL!!! ROTFLOLMAO!!! *dies laughing* I burst out laughing and my brother thought something bad happened. XD Oooohh my... LOL
BIC:

Marcescens grins, smile spreading from one side to the other of his orange head. He enjoyed the unamused appearance this ghost seemed to be taking from him. Marcey loved it when people were frightened of him, and to see this spook covering up after his squeak was down right halarious for the Scarecrow.

But Marcey's an actor, and hiding what he's actually thinking is one of his many, great talents and skills. So he rubs his 'chin' thoughtfully, optus triangular eyes widening.
"Oh my gosh... no way!" He gasps dramaticly.

"Bummer now that Royalty's died out..." he mutters, amusement and amazement died away to a look of what appears to be boredom, even the tip of his hat seemed to droop along with his arms, back sagging slightly. "They were fun to tease. But I guess now that we've got a dead one here, all is well once again. After all, not only mice squeak..."

He falls into a fit of evil sounding giggles, childlike, evil... and... almost... plotting. Marcey loves it when he's happy. It makes his fuzzy straw insides seem to catch fire.

[Moss]

ooc: and enter the Sadist Extrordinaire

**A slight whirr-ing is heard, or would be heard if the scarecrow hadn't fallen into another deranged fit of what seems to be laughter. Tybalt, unable to hear it just turns away, giving Marcescens a look that, if it could, would have caused him to combust spontaneously, on the spot. However, since laser vision isn't one of Tybalt's powers, the demon stay intact, and the ex-royalty just turns to Bones, muttering about what would have happened to the unruly being back in his day. Something catches his eye though, and he turns around, his jaw practically falling of as he spies the new arrival.**

**The whirs grow slightly louder, and a woman steps into view. Her eyes, big and shining stand out like sapphires on her pale face, above a perfectly sloping nose, and ruby lips. Raven black hair falls down her back, ending in a perfectly even line a little past her shoulders. She's wearing a very tight overcoat, reaching halfway down her upper leg, and tied at her waist to accentuate both what's above and below it. Long, long, legs stick out from the coat, covered in tight skinny black jeans. Her feet are in boots, and her hands are in her pockets.
whirrrrrrrrr......
Blinking her beautiful eyes once, then twice, China lets out a few mechanical clicks as the takes in the scene. Her eyebrows rise in amusement, and her lips curl into a tiny smile.
whirrrrrr
click
whirrrrrr
Her gaze drifts over the two skeletons, then her poltergeist partner in crime. The clockwork doll's smile widens a bit, seeming somehow crueler then before. But on such a beautiful face.... Then, defying all logic, China opens her porcelain mouth to speak in a chining voice, that has both a beautiful tone to it, and an undeniable metallic edge.**
Having fun Marcescens?
**Teasing eyes looks the two skeletons up and down once more, not letting any emotion pass, other then an amusement that could make anyone feel humiliated.**
Oh, and I see you made some friends.
**Her mocking tone pierces the words again, and her eyes gleam with something dangerous. She smiles a bit more, as if to chuckle, but no laughter escapes her lips. After all, anyone who knew what she really was, and that was only the scarecrow, would also know that her creater had overlooked making her able to laugh.
Her right hand comes out of her pocket, covered in thin black gloves that match her outfit. Placing her hand on Marcey's shoulder, she purrs.**
Will you introduce me?

[Marcescens]

Marcescens evil laughter seems to fade slightly, but not completely; he still has difficulty trying to hold back his giggles, but at the entrance of his partner in crime his grin stretches somewhat cartoonish and wide.

"Chiiiiiiiiiina china!" He giggles flopping a lengthy arm to place a hand on hers delicatly on his shoulder. His head tilts back to look at her sweet and evilly, before stretching a wide hand at his 'friends' as China had so put it.

He pursed his 'lips', mouth making a round 'o'. "You hardly know me and the way I choose mah friends China Doll..." He grins cheesily. "These are meerly..." he pauses. "You know what, I have nodda clue what they are actually."
He's distracted completely, and he rubs his vegetable chin. "Buuuut.... They're skelly-tons, old, with moss most likely in between their bones. It makes them creak." He falls into a fit of giggles.

"That's Lord Tie-balt..." He says, miss pronouncing his name completly. He giggles. "And the other one I have nodda clue!" He laughs, turning to snickering, maniac laughter.

"And what have you been up to mah dear?"