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[jemerite]

Characters: Zinc & Anyone who wants to stop by
Date: Any day from December 5th until the 15th
Summary: There is mistletoe growing above Zinc's gate... How troublesome...
Warnings: Cuteness, zombie kisses.

She hadn't noticed the sprig of green hanging from the tree branches above the protective gate which blocked off her little home. It was just another plant, one of many, hardly worth anyone's notice in a place as lush and green as this. Zinc had been busy besides. She had been gone for months now, it seemed, at the food she'd left behind in her refrigerator was far beyond rotten.

Perhaps not inedible to the likes of her, already dead and disease ridden as it was, but she had enough human dignity and a sensitive enough sense of smell that she determined to be rid of it, and to make her home suitable for guests once more. She is eager to see all of her friends, and maybe to talk to some of these new faces which appear in the mirror. So she bustles around, full of joy just to be busy and to have something to do.

The fridge is removed by the boon of unholy zombie strength and replaced again with magic dirt. She wipes down the windows, dusts all the surfaces, and washes the floors. She even ventures just far enough outside of her house to pick some flowers.

She is satisfied the house is ready and is brave enough to open her gates to any visitors.

come at me bro.

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[body-horrible.livejournal.com]

Though far from being in the spirit of the season, Gavril came upon Zinc's white, little, house bearing a container stocked to the brim with the well preserved meat of dozens of small animals, and a few half-human monsters she had slain a few weeks prior.

"Hey, Zombie-girl. I got the food I promised ya." The good feeling of seeing her old friend again, was more then enough for Gavril to ignore the oddly hung Mistletoe hanging over her head.

[jemerite]

Zinc was eager for visitors. She had spent far too much time cooped up in Barbet's studio, alone except for a man who thought she was a nuisance and a burden. There was no one to talk to, and very little to do. She could put puzzles together on the floor, she could play video games, poke around on the internet and long for a world she couldn't be a part of, watch old movies on a flickering tv, and she could sleep. Miserable, depressed, she slept, often.

It wouldn't be like that here, though. It hadn't been. There was sunshine and there were friends and she came out to greet Gavril. She also came to peek into the container excitedly.

"Delicious..."

[body-horrible.livejournal.com]

Gavril simply smiled as her fellow zombie stared into the meat-filled abyss of her crate. After all, it was few and far between that she found someone to share her love of raw, bloody meat with.

"You got that right. This is some of the best shit I've had in my entire stay in the Garden."

[jemerite]

Meat was Zinc's greatest joy. A sad fact, maybe, but considering the almost childlike excitement she showed, so innocent for a flesh eating beast, it was hard to be too openly disgusted with her happiness. She looks back up at Gavril, brown eyes glimmering wit excitement.

"Thank you, Gavril." She was not truly all that disposed to politeness, at least... she hadn't been, before she died, but she liked it when things like gifts of food were provided with incentive to repeat themselves. "Come, we'll go inside."

She turns to lead the way, but bumps her face into something, nose wrinkling in confusion and annoyance.

[body-horrible.livejournal.com]

Just as confused as her fellow undead-girl, Gavril shoots a careful gaze at Zinc. "Hey, is there something wrong Zinc?"

[jemerite]

"Ouch..."

She lifted a hand to touch the space where her nose had hit, pushing at first and getting nowhere. She moved on to knocking on it with her knuckles. It made no sound, but her hand did not pass through. Zinc however gave an annoyed little huff.

"Stupid barriers... why now..."

[body-horrible.livejournal.com]

Gavril, wanting to know the truth of the circumstances her for herself, puts down her crate of meats and throws a quick jab at the air behind her. Finding even her powerful fist blocked by an unseen force, her expression changes from one of concern to one of annoyance.

"Son of a bitch..." She sneers. "Do you think the queen if fucking with us again?"

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

Kuja decided to make her way to see Zinc one afternoon. She was pleased that her little undead bird had returned to sing its mournful songs in the Gardens once more, and she wished to see how Zinc was settling into her nest.

After flying in on Tropius, she gracefully dismounted and made her way to Zinc's gate, calling out in her light voice. "Hello--are you here, my dear?"

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Zinc was already on her way out the door to see Tropius. She liked the dragon, and it liked her better than most creatures did. A running theme with all the plant based pokemon in this place. Apparently the flowers sprouting over graves had shared their appreciation for the dead.

"Hello, Kuja," she greeted, chirpy and excited. "You're here to visit?"

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

Tropius recognizes Zinc and moves forward to meet her, along with Kuja. Kuja doesn't mind. She's fond of the dragon and generally allows it to act as it likes.

"It seems so." Smiling, Kuja expresses her usual level of slightly wry amusement, her general attitude when dealing with those whose company she finds acceptable. "Did you solve the little problem of your sustenance?"

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"I did," Zinc agreed pleasantly, rubbing noses with the dragon like a happy little girl. "And helpful people brought meat."

She lifted her head to smile at Kuja. "It smells much better."

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

"Excellent. I was sure there would be no difficulty. I'm pleased you followed my advice." Because obviously, it was all due to Kuja's good advice that things turned out so well.

"And I'm pleased there's no lingering stench." She watches the girl and the dragon commune for a moment or two. "Are you going to invite me in?"

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She looked up with a soft expression, amused.

"You're always invited." She was a dutiful minion, and while she would not say always wanted to Kuja around, she certainly knew better than to turn her away. That seemed like a recipe for a huff.

She turned to lead the way, fully expecting to go unimpeded, but her nose bumped into the barrier instead. She had thought this was a one-time-trick played by the Queen, maybe just wanting to force zombies to kiss. She hadn't expected it to return, and she presses both hands against it, palms flat.

"But first the Queen does stupid things..." grumble grumble grumble.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

The curious case of the undead girl-Zinc, her name was-drew Grell back on one of her walks. Definitely nothing at all close to the ones she had been fighting, instead rational and almost....sweet, if Grell thought about it.

Strange, but interesting enough that she wanted to befriend her, slowly work up to possibly asking her one day what had happened that she had died.

So it's with a cheery expression that she stops at the gate, wondering if she's perhaps inside. "Miss Zinc? Are you around?"

[jemerite]

She had chosen the name Zinc because it was the medium she had worked in, a subtle enough nod to her profession that those clever enough could find her a little more easily. She had been told, over time, that the name suited her. Sleek, hard, metallic, sharp. Perhaps is was not quite so appropriate now, but it was the only name Barbet had ever asked her for, and it was still what he called her now. It was one of the few acknowledgements she had from him.

At the sound of her name, and a chirrup from her robot bug, Zinc peeked her head out the front door. The woman with the long red hair was hard to mistake, and she had been nice enough to walk her home, so Zinc could be nice enough to come meet her at the gate.

"Hello, there is... a key, hanging on the wall."

She pointed to somewhere to the right of the gate itself. The purpose was to keep the zombie locked in, not to keep visitors out, if they so chose.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Grell looked at the key curiously before using it to unlock the gate. Why lock from the outside? Had it accidentally been put in backwards? She could understand a desire for security, but she'd chalk it up to yet another interesting thing about Zinc until she knew better.

"How have you been recently?" she asked, trying for small talk again. Maybe she should have brought tea or something like that. Did Zinc even drink tea? Another thing to inquire after.

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"Busy, busy cleaning."

Zinc smiled, happy to small-talk and eager to invite in a new guest, show off her clean home. No more dust, no more rancid smelling meat in the kitchen. As she turned, however, she felt an imposition in her path. At least this time she managed not to bash her face against it, but she did go very suddenly still, frowning.

"Hhh," an annoyed little noise as she pressed on the invisible barrier. "So stupid..."

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

"Right, I suppose the birds didn't bother with it being empty and all." Which made sense, but still struck Grell as a bit rude. Maybe it was her habit of keeping everything clean whether there was a guest or not, if only because you never knew.

She blinked in surprise at Zinc stopping, curious as to what was there. "What's stupid?"

[jemerite]

Zinc knocked her fist on the wall, it didn't make any noise, but there was obviously something stopping her hand from going through.

"This keeps happening," she frowned at it, sulking.

all the dead ladies

[variabledge]

Raven had passed the house before, on her explorations of the Gardens, but it had been clearly unoccupied at the time. Curiosity draws her close now, to examine the key outside the gate, wondering what the point of a lock is if you leave the key in plain sight.

Catching sight of the house's sole inhabitant, she lifts a hand in greeting, the other still hidden under her loose jacket out of habit. You could never be too careful.

holla 8V

[jemerite]

Zinc paused in her bustling about, drawn by the movement at the edge of her vision. She stared at the other woman quietly for a moment, just in case the recognition might come. It didn't, but Zinc waved back all the some before coming to the gate.

"Hello."

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"Hey there." She dropped her hand, but left it in sight. She adopted the lazy smile she used to greet new people, aiming to appear as harmless as possible.

"This your place, then? It was empty for a while, good to see it being fixed up."

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She nodded quietly, glancing over her shoulder at the white house, it's strange strange shape and geometric angles.

"I was away, but I'm cleaning."

It was incredibly intoxicating to be able to clean, to take care of her own little home. Barbet didn't like when she cleaned the studio, he had a very precise way that he liked things organized. It looked like clutter to her eyes, but he would have a fit if she did anything about it. He was such a fussy bastard.

[variabledge]

"Away, is it? Didn't know they allowed vacations in this place."

She winks, leaning on the gatepost. She could offer to help clean, but...laziness is a potent demotivator, and with her it usually trumps politeness.

[jemerite]

Zinc stared at her for a moment, taking a few seconds to process the winking. No one had done that to her in a long time, and she had generally made it her missions to dominate them completely in response. Maybe not such a good option right now though, and instead her voice was just a bit wry when she answered,

"Me neither. But the Queen sent me home, and here I am again."