[i]Eric Dumile and Kirsten Cherry in...[/i]
"[b]To Court a Death God[/b]"
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[i]Following a little girl into darkness, alone.[/i] That probably wouldn't hold up in court. Eric did it anyway though, and the way reality seemed to bend and darken around her tiny form made him wonder, had he truly lost it? Probably. It didn't really matter now, she had heard the beats too. She seemed to know more about them than him-- and why was she swinging her feet? He wasn't dreaming, but he couldn't help but feel like he was in some Nightvale/Lolita crossover fanfiction... or something. Despite the fact that all of this meant he had probably literally gone insane, upon hearing the nymphet's question, [i]"If you can prove how cool you are, maybe I can let you join my crew! You would be my first member, so you would get me all~ to yourself! Tight deal, huh? So what do you say~, wanna play~?"[/i] He couldn't help but answer with an almost comically stoic stillness.

"Sure."
[center][i]"Yay~!"[/i][/center]
Kirsten seems happy enough with Eric's immediate response, although perhaps a little disappointed by his reaction. All the same, she quickly hops down from her imaginary seat and approaches the [i]boy[/i] with an air of anticipation. She leans close, inspecting his face and clothing closely for a few moments before finally erupting into a carefree grin-

[i]"How about it? Do you have any cool dance moves to show me, or something? Or... a game?"[/i] By the way Kirsten tilts her head at this last question, it seems like she expects Eric to decide what he should do for her...

...a game? Between that and [b][i]DANCE[/i][/b], the choice was obvious. But... a game? For a brief second, Eric considered the possibility that he had died, and that this was hell, or limbo or whatever-- and his personal grim reaper was Dolores Haze. Was it any less probable than anything else? Did any of it matter? No. Probably? It couldn't be helped. Still, no harm in playing along, right?

"Sure, we can play a game. What is it? Like scrabble or something?"

[center][i]"Hmm~, I don't know that game...but I can do Tag! And Hide'n'seek! Lets do one of those!"[/i][/center]
Quick Eric, think! What would a contributing member of society do in a situation like this?

"Where are your parents?"

This question seems to subdue Kirsten's excitement, if only a little. Despite this she manages to respond in the same cheerful manner as before, [i]"My parents are dead now, 'cause I killed them~!"[/i]

"Huh. They couldn't have enjoyed that." Was all Eric could say in immediate response, 'Why?' is the next question he wants to ask, but he honestly doesn't really want to know. Why was [i]he[/i] led [i]here[/i] to [i]her[/i]? That seems to be the better question. She doesn't seem like a huge threat to his personal safety, but if she's telling the truth (and, call it intuition, call it the dead guard, but something tells him she is), then maybe doing what she asks could work out in his favour. Whatever favour would even [b]be[/b] in this situation.

"Well," with this Eric squats down to get at her eye level, "I was always more of a hide'n'seek guy myself-" The moment Eric finishes his decision, Kirsten puts her hands on her hips and shouts a loud, confident, [i]"All right!"[/i]

[center][i]"It's settled then, we'll play Hide'n'Seek! Oh, since you're the one trying out, you get to be it!"[/i][/center]
Seemingly satisfied with the outcome of their decision, Kirsten skips a few feet away from Eric before turning and calling back to him,

[i]"Lets play now! I'll go hide, and you count to ten, yeah?!"[/i]

"Sure." With that, he closed his eyes and began to count, he noted he had said 'sure' quite a bit today. It was becoming a bad habit, "10, 9, 8..."

Taking that as her cue to hide, Kirsten could be heard giggling and running off somewhere while Eric counts. With her bare feet slapping against the pitch black tile floor, it was quite obvious that she had run off to one of the doors on the side of the room. There's a sound of something sliding open, and then a resounding [i]*clunk*[/i] as it closes again...
"3, 2, 1." Eric opened his eyes to... darkness. Well, that hadn't changed. So... where was she? They were in a morgue, she had obviously gone through one of the doors, and there was a sliding sound. 

She was in a fucking cadaver drawer. 

It was really only a matter of finding the room where they kept the stiffs and going through the ones with handles in her reach. A little repetitive, but not an overall awful experience. Playing hide'n'seek in a morgue with a little girl who claims to have killed her parents and obviously has some kind of magic-- it was quite a surreal experience, Eric would totally recommend it to anyone. When he finally happened upon the correct drawer, maybe 30 seconds later, he had one question for the magical loli, "How did you close it from the inside?"

[center]"I didn't."[/center]
A moment of silence follows, during which only Eric's heavy breathing could be heard. Except...he wasn't breathing heavily at all, and the sound was very clearly coming from behind him.

He looked down at the little girl still tucked away comfortably in the body drawer, noticably missing its body. This was silly, a smile crept onto Eric's face as he forced himself to ask, "Little girl?" It took visible effort to restrain a giggle, "Is there an animated corpse standing right behind me?"

[center][i]"Yup. My name is Kirsten, by the way."[/i][/center]
A full out smile broke across his face, this was great, she-- Kirsten, could make zombies. "Kirsten, that's the dopest," He said looking at the cadaver, alive but dead, "How can you make zombies, even? Also, I'm Eric."

[center]"Hi Eric, and isn't it? I actually didn't know I could do it until fourty seconds ago, it kinda just happened when I opened my hiding place. Also..."[/center]
Sensing her intent, the living corpse comes closer and helps Kirsten get out of the drawer, setting her down gently at Eric's side. Without missing a step, the little death god bounces off towards their starting location, settling back into her seemingly invisible seat. Eric follows, and when he arrives before her once again, she addresses him.

[i]"You won, so you pass! You're part of my Crew now! You have to follow my rules, but now we can play together whenever we want! Isn't that tight!?"[/i]

"Tight is certainly a word for it..."