This was certainly an experience that had nothing in memory to act as a baseline comparison to. At first, the little Skullkid girl, a race Lev had no real prior experience with as he saw no appeal in exploring some dark and mysterious forest that was infamous for getting lost in that Skullkids called home, approached his lantern, tapping upon it with her own lantern, and informing the still-invisible Poe that he was “spooky.”

No fear, just a childish observation that completely undercut the menacing aura that he liked to maintain when dealing with most mortals. If it weren’t so unexpected, it would have been rather irritating. Instead, the situation became somewhat novel, especially since the Skullkid was a creature that like Deku-kind, was rather prone to being inflammable, and Poes were rather famous for starting fires. It was kind of their thing.

Lev’s attention turned to the gateway as more people filed in. Another Skullkid, of all things, and another dark-garbed figure that if one were to profile, would be the kind of individual that was responsible for half the missing children on Lon Lon Milk cartons based on appearance alone, two men roughly the same age and looked similar enough to be cousins. The more serious of the two was a Shiekah, who in annoyingly typical Shiekah fashion, was reserved, wore concealing clothing, and probably were overly serious to the point one could not take them seriously in the slightest. It didn’t help that Shiekah had some shady history going on, including being closely tied in with the Shadow Temple at the back of the very graveyard they occupied, as well as some indistinct business with that well where all sorts of grisly legends existed. The young man in the graveyard probably thought he was saving the royal family or something by being here.

Another baffling pairing came into the yard, a young Gerudo girl and the biggest hulk of a Hylian Lev had ever seen; it was almost impossible to believe if he weren’t looking right at it. The girl with him was probably his adoptive daughter, and she was certainly acting appropriately considering the odd assortments of [I]things[/I] residing in the graveyard at that moment. The man was both confident and courteous in speech, a larger than life figure who specifically told his daughter to say hi to the ghosts. So, he knew a Poe when he saw it. It made sense, the guy was old and presumably well-travelled, but still, it was strange that he was being so cordial about it. It was rather strange, but Lev suddenly had stirrings, suddenly sizing the man up. What if they were all being gathered here for an adventure? Would he make a good protagonist? Of course, no one would want to read about an old man who was reaching cane-walking years, perhaps he’d scale him down to a rather dashing 30s, make his hair golden…

Oh, right. The Skullkid. 

Since the charade was up, Lev spun in a theatrical flourish, a trail of flame emitting from his lantern, before materializing his form for all to see. Looking down at the Skullkid with pale blue eyes that dominated the black void that was his ‘face’, Lev cackled. [color=teal]”Oh, I’m the spooky one? That is delightful coming from the living embodiment of a horror fairy tale that parents tell their children to keep them from wandering off on their own. I am but a humble spirit; you’re a twisted little girl that was consumed by a creepy forest that swallows souls and spits out monsters. That’s terrific.”[/color] the Poe said cheerfully, floating up a bit to survey the people gathered around.

[color=teal]”So, am I wrong in assuming that we’re all here because a voice in our minds told us to come? Which one of you is responsible?”[/color] with an extended flick of a finger towards the dark-cloaked figure that the Skullkid harassed initially, Lev snapped his fingers. [color=teal]”It bet it was the creepy guy in the brown brooding over there.  This better not be a pyramid scheme or selling timeshares.”[/color]