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"Moor'teis needs not to break things to be satisfied, but all the same would still appreciate such things! So grateful to be allowed here!"

As Moor'teis' disturbing yet comical full grinning, multiple gem eyed visage came into view, invisible hands seemed to gather the group, pushing them together, and squeezing them just a little... it was a group hug of sorts that lasted a few seconds before they could move freely again. It left them feeling slightly chilled, foggy breath coming out from those who were inclined to breathe, though they quickly warmed again.

Jacob: Now that I can take more notice of him again, and in a less frustrated, angered and stressed mood than his last visit... Moor'teis is actually a VERY powerful poltergiest, perhaps the strongest I've seen. He just doesn't show it very often apparently. And I can sense barely any negativity coming from him, which of course is a very good sign... and exceptionally rare for his type of ghost. He's intriguing me now, I must observe him at some time when I'm not too busy or preoccupied. It should be..., Jacob actually grinned a little. Fun for once...

"Master of dead magics seems to be more jovial than Moor'teis' last visit... Why is that so? Moor'teis thought he was a frustration to the magical one!"

Jacob: "A good reason for that, Moor'teis. Last time, I had taken care of a nasty and rather cruel poltergeist before coming home here. Meeting another poltergeist didn't seem all that appealing, especially when most do their best to try to scare and disturb me in the worst ways possible. They seem to hate what I do. The worst ones try to kill me, though they fail all the time."

"Moor'teis can see why you survive, with the partial curse burning in your soul! It glows with a twisted darkness that worries Moor'teis, but the master of..."

Jacob: "Please, the name's Jacob. I'm not one of those other types of controlling Necromancer, I practice mostly white necromancy."

"... Jacob it is then! White necromancers, so rare, Moor'teis has the utmost respect for! Will be disturbing you the least out of respect! As Moor'teis was saying, can although worrying, can see that the evil curse is half-way gone. Should be proud! Some Moor'teis have seen, have given fully into despair and never make it past a fraction of the cure! Jacob is little more than half, must be very dedicated! Or... wishing to die?"

Moor'teis actually frowned a little at this depressing aspect, and the room chilled in correspondence with the ghost's mood.

Jacob: "At one point... yes. Now, there's other things I want, though I still want the curse gone. Like being with Rosemary and Veni, they mean so much to me now... What do you know of my curse?"

"Other than the very wrong place it is from and from where Moor'teis saw many sad and wrong things that he could not fix, Moor'teis only knows of those who failed, and briefly met souls of those who succeed. Moor'teis knows not the way to the cure, or methods to finding such ways, but knows of the happy endings that come of those so determined. Moor'teis... can foresee what will happen with Jacob in the future time, but is not allowed to say, is unable to say. Something unexpected will happen when the curse breaks, Jacob, but it will not be unpleasant... perhaps disappointing at first, but with a little thought, will be the most wonderful thing ever for you!"

Jacob had the most thankful, and warm smile on his face after that, not being able to find any sort of lie, mistaken or purposeful, with Moor'teis words. Moor'teis own strangely warm smile at that time then turned into a mischievous grin.

"Moor'teis senses new loooooooooove booond in the air since last he was here!"

The vampires and Jacob could have sworn the ghost was talking about them, and there was a certain twinkle in it's eyes, but suddenly Black and Galantros were mashed together carefully, with teal-ish hearts swirling and bubbling around them.... they looked somewhat poisoned, though they weren't. Even as Moor'teis did this though, the other lovers had a strong sensation that Moor'teis already knew about them as well. If they even listened carefully, they would have heard a faint chuckling in their heads as the phrase "Three pairs of boots knocking" came to the front of their minds.

"Little Black and Skinny Galantros, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! When's the marriage? How many children will the pair bear? Will you make grandparents out of your guardians?"

Galantros gave a little cough himself, looking off to the side...

Thinking along the same lines as Veni, Jacob seemed to nod.

"Perhaps it is best if you cancel for now, Veni. They can wait until just a little longer. I was thinking we could all dine in."

"I can help Rosemary with her meal."

The reaper lately had been offering his neck a little more often to Rosemary, trying his best to become a better friend and surrogate family member to the vampire.

Muerte: "Would it be possible to have fajitas to eat tonight? I have been having a craving for that particular food for a little while now."

"Oh boy, fajitas... Don't forget your bib, Muerte."

Muerte simply grinned.

Muerte: "I have not needed the neck napkin for over a month now."

Moor'teis grinned that strange grin of his as a bottle of hot sauce appeared out of no where, and Galantros' hood flipped back off his head.

"Oooh, south of the border dinner tonight! Does Rosemary enjoy her reaper meal spicy?"

The ghostly hot sauce bottle splashed onto Galantros' neck, though nothing was really there.

Jacob: "I'll go. I'll be back in a moment."

Roughly 10 minutes later after Jacob left in a portal for Limbo to do his shopping, he returned. During this time, Moor'teis had temporarily and gently possessed P-Chan, the resident pot bellied pig, making him do a silly little dance on his hind legs before leaving the lil porker alone. It had bowed to Jacob upon his return, prompting the necromancer to simply roll his eyes and let out a slight chuckle.

"Galantros, here. Drink this."

Jacob handed Galantros a small yellow potion, that the reaper had started to read.

"Don't read it, just drink it."

Giving Jacob an odd look, he downed the contents, trusting the necromancer.

"Tasty. So what did that do?"

Jacob grinned.

"You are now temporarily strawberry-banana flavored for Rosemary's tasting pleasure."

Galantros just blinked, not quite sure how to respond to that.... then simply shrugged.

"Hooray, I taste of fruity goodness!"

"They were out of Mexican flavors."

"Oh, vampiric little one! How interesting... And such an interesting aura."

Moor'teis face fainted and faded back into view right in front of Daisy, grinning in that odd manner it always does. A cold chill ran down her back, where normally she wouldn't be disturbed, somehow the poltergeist managed it. Possibly through manipulation of emotions, like most powerful mischief causing ghosts are able to do. The chill didn't last long though.

Muerte: "Hello Daisy."

Moor'teis giggled and laughed as his visage faded into nothingness after being struck by the umbrella.. it didn't seem to have much affect on him.

"Hmm. I'm not entirely sure myself either. Maybe the way you and Dan act all eerie sometimes? Creeps some people out, I think."

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In the kitchen, while Dan started to heat one tortilla, it suddenly sprang up and screamed.

Tortilla: "AAAH! I'm burnin, I'm burnin'! AAAAHAHAHAHAAAAHHH!"

It then leapt off the stove, sprouting a pair of goofy legs, and ran off towards the others.

The tortilla screeched as it was punctured by the pellet, flopping over, it's legs disappearing as a wisp of teal smoke vanished up from it. The smoke then wooshed back into the food stuff, and the holed tortilla rose and smacked onto Dan's face.

- - - - -

Galantros just shook his head and chuckled a little, though it was still a little creepy to him how the two would act sometimes. Rosemary could be much more scary though if she wanted to however.

Muerte nodded and went about setting the table for everyone, making sure he did a neat job. As he did so, he asked how Daisy's day went.

- - - - - -

The little tortilla uncrumpled itself once Dan was gone, dusted the dirt off itself, then wandered away form the kitchen. Seeing Jacob, it ran towards him, and popped itself in his mouth, all while shouting.

"I'M DELICIOUS! WHOOPWHOOPWHOOPWHOOP!"

Moor'teis appeared out of thin air, next to Jacob, and laughed a little. It seemed even the poltergeist didn't expect this little situation for some reason.

"My apologies, Jacob. Even Moor'teis can not predict what sort of situations my chaotic, but harmless energies cause at times."

Jacob struggled to pull the tortilla out of his mouth, then held the struggling food away from his face. The poltergeist touched it once, and it became a regular tortilla again, slumping over in the necromancer's hands.