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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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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.

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..."

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."

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.

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

"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..."

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?"

"Always," Zinc replied sourly, poking at it with her foot, but it went all the way to the ground.

After a moment longer she crossed her arms over her chest, turning to see if Gavril was having any more luck, but of course she wasn't.

"Why such a small box..."

"Don't worry, I'll figure this shit out." However, as Gavril was quite dumb the limits of her brain began and ended with her immediate surroundings. "Well, I know the Queen-Bitch has been trying to get everybody to hook up, I imagine that'd be a good reason to trap us in invisible bullshit."

Zinc's expression twisted slightly. The reaction was much less about being trapped with Gavril and more about the idea of 'hooking up' in general. It was a point of discontent to her. When she had been alive, she would have obliged the Queen gladly, but since being infected she had lost the ability for physical pleasure, exchanged it in some ways for the ability to feel emotional love instead. It was something she mostly tried not to think about, and didn't appreciate the idea of the Queen trying to push it at her.

"So... she wants us to do... something." Why couldn't she just say so? Sighing, Zinc glanced around curiously. She hadn't been trapped until she had come out to the gate. Was it simply because Gavril was there, or was it something else?

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?"

"I guess so... And, um, I can understand if I'm the last person you'd wanna kiss or do anything else like that with..."

Gavril trailed off as she spoke. For her, love and sex of any kind had always been an expression of power or lust. The queen's concept of romantic love was simply something she never truly understood. Being trapped like this only reminded of this fact.

Zinc knew how romance was... supposed to work. She wasn't a fan though, and her one experience of falling desperately in love was an unpleasant one. It was a lose-lose situation in her eyes. Either the Queen wanted her to do things with her body she found distasteful, or she wanted the same from her heart. Stupid crazy Queen.

Still, Zinc watched Gavril thoughtfully. God, empathy was a disgusting experience, but she could understand what she had to say. Barbet was constantly batting away her hands because she was too cold, stayed away from her mouth in entirety because she was a disease ridden little animal.

"I don't mind," she murmured. "You could have a kiss, even without the Queen."

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?"

Zinc's words surprised Gavril, she had been expecting some kind of rejection or worse, considering how most people saw and thought of her. It was a nice, if completely unexpected, change from the norm.

"Really? Um, I guess I'll do this right then..."

Gavril, doing her best to stave off the foreignness of her current circumstances, proceeds to wrap her arm around her fellow zombie in a close embrace. Though she was a trained killer with senses far beyond those of any human being, Gavril's movements at the moment are clumsy due to inexperience. Despite this, she tries her best to steady her movement and plants a kiss upon Zinc's cold lips.

Zinc couldn't quite help her amusement. Somehow she remembered that she was older than Gavril, and of course it was no secret that she was the one to spend time amongst the living. She was a very poor teacher, but she stepped into Gavril's embrace comfortably, lifting a hand to touch her stitched face, head tilting to the side to fit closer together.

She lingered there for a moment before moving her lips to pass across Gavril's forehead. She missed kissing people, but it was a very different experience when she was cold, when there was no breath to share. A little empty, but not entirely unpleasant.

"It's been a long time..."

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?"

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?"

Though her lips were withdrawn, Gavril kept her arm Zinc for several moments more. It has been ages since she had been this close to anyone and she wanted to make sure the moment stayed etched into her memory for awhile to come.

"Same here." She said with a toothy smile. "So, uh, what do we do now?"

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.

She rested her forehead lazily against Gavril's, eyes closed. When she wasn't moving, it really was rather eerie, like something frozen and lifeless, but after a moment she murmured,

"I don't know, has the wall gone away?"

"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."

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.

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."

Slowly moving her hand from Zinc's back, Gavril felt for the invisible wall that had been binding them to this place. Feeling no resistance to her pawing, Gavril laughs lightly.

"Looks like it's gone."

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