Flying around the Yard

[Hydan]

**Rowana perches on the branch of a giant oak tree in the yard, giant yellow eyes staring at all that moves. The owl gracefully swoops down and snatches an unfortunate mouse that was scampering a little too obnoxiously in the grass. Flying back up to her branch, Rowana starts tearing the mouse to shreds and eating it with frightening zeal.**

[Marcescens]

Fritz's eyes darted wildly around from underneath his tin hat. The old World War soldier, quite handsome as he might be, was dead, crazy, and still thinking that the terrible war was still happening. Darting out from behind another tree, he bolted to another shuffling in attempt to hide himself completely behind it.

"Darn v-it." He muttered, cursing to himself as he fails to hide. Gun strapped to his back, he crawled on his belly over to a bush and long grass, ducking down behind it. Poking his head up, he glances around the empty yard, then up at a tree as an owl comes to sit in it. He gets back down, breathing the smell of the earth before crawling forward a little more.

Once he reached the tree by crawling, eventhough the grass was too short to hide him, Fritz got to his knees, on knee on the ground, one bent and with a foot in the earth. He slowly stood, crouched over in case of enemy fire, and backed his way against the tree.

"v-All clear." He said slightly proudly, German/American accent ringing out clearly in his voice. He thrusted his hands upon his hips and reached for an old walkie-talkie.
"General. v-I vave scouted out zee unknown area."

No responce. Duh.
"General?"

Still no responce. dur-dee-dur. He's dead.

Frowning, he scowled. "DRAT! Must be out of-v range..."
Leaning up against the tree he rubbed his smooth chin thoughtfully for a moment, having no clue that the owl was directly above him, or that it could talk for that matter...

With a heavy sigh, he reached into his inside brest pocket of his jacket and pulled out a cigarette. Poping one end into his mouth, he somehow got a lighter to work and lit it.

((OOC: Sorry, but pardon my tobacco there. They did smoke, and so does he... did he... Oo ))

[Moss]

**Lord Tybalt re-appears in the yard, greasy black smoke billowing out from around him. The skeleton's bones, turned a yellowish color with time, gleam in the twilight, making him look all the more unpleasant.
It's usually aid that skulls always seem to grin. this one most certainly was not. The deceased nobleman is obviously scowling. Stupid scarecrow. Things as dumb as that shouldn't be allowed to live. Stupid, stupid, vegetable head. Tybalt sighs in annoyance, and stops walking, letting the smoke around him swirl on itself, and dissipate slowly. He looks into the house, hoping to spot someone. Not seeing her, he makes a face, and looks around him. His eyes totally miss Rowena in the tree, and her comes down on Fritz instead.
this skeleton has obviously dealt with the skeleton before. In a no-nonsense fashion, he marches down to the tree, places both hands on Fritz' shoulders, and looks into his empty eyes. Opening his mouth, he talks in a stern voice, elongating some words as if the person listening to him was too dumb to understand if he talked any faster.**

Fritz. Soldier. Haaaavvee. you. seeeeeeeen Isabelle. Iiiiiiiisabelle. The ghost....

**He intently stares into the ghost's eyes with his empty sockets, determined to get the lost soldier to relinquish some kind of information to him about his quarry.**

[Marcescens]

Fritz's eyes widen as Lord Tybalt approaches. It was a familiar face, yet surprisingly enough, Fritz still beleived this person to be alive and well, not skeleton and dead. He was shaken slightly as the hands came on his shoulders. He roughly stopped leaning against the tree, and squeezed a hand up to grab the cigarette from his mouth.

"I am not stupid, sir." He says, eyes hard, unforgiving, yet distant, accent strong and somewhat on the edge of harshness. "But I have not seen or heard of any lady named Isabelle..."

He chuckled. "As fer a ghost, sir? you must be nuts to beleive is such wives' tales! There is no such thing!"

[Moss]

**Tybalt grinds his teeth together, rather loudly, and barely refrains from slapping the crazy ghost. Instead, he decides to end this whole I'm-not-dead-and-neither-are-you foolishness right then and there. Reaching behind his head with one hand, and keeping the other on the soldier's shoulder, he detaches his skull. Putting his hand out, he speaks once more. This time, his eyes are literally inches away from the ghosts. The black sockets stare him down, wondering how this man can't see he's a skeleton. Maybe if he was a ghost, there would be an excuse. But a skeleton?**
And tell me. Do you believe in this kind of thing?
**The sockets somehow narrow as the jawbone bobs up and down, creating noise without a viocebox.**
Look. Fritz.
**He hopes to make at least a bit of effect on the ghost by knowing his name, while the ex-soldier apparently had no idea he'd seen him before.**
I hate to be the one to bring you these news, but you're dead soldier. Dead as a doornail.

[Hydan]

**Rowana scowls inwardly (since owls can't really scowl...) as the undead 'visitors' enter the yard, scaring away all the prey. Not that she's still hungry. She just needs something to scowl about. The owl spots the perfect chance for revenge, and swoops angrily off her branch. she flies closer and closer to the two men, aims, reaches down, and snatches Tybalt's skull.

Screeching in satisfaction, Rowana flies higher and higher until she is far above the trees.**

[Marcescens]

Fritz stares in complete flabergastedness. 'What a strange person!' He watches Tybalt carefully, and stares into the empty sockets.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG!" He yells, dropping the cigarette butt in the dirt, the cold, dead ground, putting it out lamost instantly. "I've sveen zis in zee movies all zee time! I'd never imagine it vould happen now!"

He completely flips out, fuddling with his rifle over his shoulder and the bullets in his pockets to load his gun and ready it, all the while staring at Tybalt's ghostly face.

"D-ddddead? Me? Not vhile I still have breath left!" He yells, managing to take a step back and raise his rifle to a defensive stance. He takes a deep breath as if to proove his point, exhauling really loudly. "Iz this zome kind of joke?! Zoldiers have no time for jokes!" He scowls angrily, taking a few more retreating steps, eyes stretched wide.

Next thing Fritz sees, is an owl coming and running off with the skull. He stares as the owl flies past, stares at the headless body, to the owl, the body, to the owl, then to the body.... expecting it to move... or talk... or something like that. He raises his rifle slightly.


((OOC: LOL Flabergastedness, sorry. XD Really stressed out with exams I guess.... XD))

[Moss]

**The body satisfies Frtitz' expectations by waving its arms wildly, apparently in a fit of rage. from high above, an voice is faintly heard, swearing and swearing in old english.**
LET GO OF ME YOU DISGUSTING FOUL YOU (.. fill in the blank with desired curses here...)
**The skull somehow manages to stay together, without dropping it's jawbone, and keeps yelling, staring down the bird of pray with empty eyes. While he may be only a head at the moment, Tybalt somehow manages to make his skull radiate so much hate energy that, had the energy been real, the owl would have died, turned into ashes, and then vaporised, in about three seconds. Since he doesn't have that sort of power though, the skull's anger just mounts in intensity, and his curses become more and more creative as he goes on a tour of the city he's never wanted to get.**

[Marcescens]

Fritz freaks. The reaction the body gave was one he was expecting in a 'I really hope it doesn't' sort of way. He fumbles with his rifle, and in such a state of shock, he some how manages to weave around the tree use it as cover, rifle up as the soldier peers through the sights. Before continuing on, he spins around hurridly in circles, stopped and spat on the ground in front of the ghost, attempting to get rid of this 'unholy spirit'.

"Come closer and I vill blast yer brainz out!" He yells to the now headless ghost, arms shaking with the effort to hold the rifle at such a horrible thing, his legs deciding to either run or stay put.

[Hydan]

**Rowana is very pleased with her little joke, and screeches once again. The fact that the skull is shouting and glaring only adds to her pleasure. The owl would probably have kept flying around and watching the wildly gesticulating body all night had it not been for Fritz' gun. Although she doubts he could hit her, she is the only one who can die at this point. And even if his bullets may be ghost bullets, Rowana doesn't really want to take the chance. So she swoops closer to the ground, aims, and drops the skull right through the bewildered ghost. With a final shriek that sounds a bit like evil laughter, the owl goes to sit in a spot where she can see without being sen.**

[Marcescens]

Fritz fumbles for a footing, scrabbling away as the owl returns. "GAH! DUCK IN COVOR! GET DOWN GET DOWN!!!!" Without noticing the skull warp through his body, he dives to the saftey of the deep grass, covering his head and flattening himself out as much as possible. His gun was thrown back over his shoulder, face down in the dirt.

No explosion? Must have been a dud bomb...

[Moss]

**Tybalt lets our an un-earthly shriek of fury, and grabs his head. His eyes blazing to the point of actual combustion, he jams it onto his spinal column, and strides towards Fritz. He doesn't need lips to reveal a face full of anger, and lets out a growl.** Now.
**He punctuates the sentence as with a gunshot, and looks down at the ghost, knowing that no matter what his reaction is, there's no way they can hurt each other.** Get up and let me see your face you mangy dog.
**Not that that truly makes much sense... but somehow, Tybalt in his infinite oddity had come to the conclusion that Fritz had the owl steal his skull. And that will not go overlooked.**

[Marcescens]

Fritz froze stiff. Completly forgetting that he was being attacked by bombs and 'zombies' at the moment, he lept to his feet.

"SIR! Good to see you back SIR!" HE said, swiftly smartening up, and taking the stiff position of attention. He stared straight on ahead, that typical soldier 'look through you' type of stare.
Fritz was glad to see that the captain was back; there's no way that he'd believe that the soldier was attacked by headless dead souls. Fritz decided to keep the unbelivable story to himself.

[Moss]

**Tybalt's eyes narrow, and his face seems more angry. It seems that, given a few more seconds, his skull might actually pop off on it's own accord. Instead though, he takes out his anger at the ghost's utter hopelessness with a scream.**
YOU BRAINLESS WORTHLESS EXCUSE FOR AN IMBECILE!
**Gritting his teeth together, he finishes, loud enough to be heard into the house.**
I AM NOT YOUR CAPTAIN YOU MORON!
**Waiting to see if his has had any effect on the ghost at all- after all, the sheer amount of sound was enough to send most people running for shelter. Who would have guessed that someone with no diafram or lungs could shout so hard....**

[Hydan]

**As if there wasn't enough noise and commotion, the Awkward Banshee pops out of the ground, wailing at the top of her ghost lungs. Her wild and semi-transparent hair floats around like a jellyfish's tentacles. With that, she plunges back into the ground.**