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[there's this...well, there's this girl in oversized sneakers who seems basically unfazed by all of this. In fact, she's sitting down by the beach attempting to feed her crab some pineapple from the heavens. Also speaking to it like it can talk back. This is completely normal.]

You're kind of grumpy, aren't you? Reminds me of someone. Cute, though.

(ooc: canon is Kingdom Hearts!)

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[The beach isn't Draven's favorite place. Ground to sink in, mites, to say nothing of blown sand. Some people grump about getting sand in their shirt. Draven has an exposed body cavity. Still, he doubts the world will work with him and the beach is a place he's yet to check. He heads towards Kairi, will stop a few feet away.]

Any success?

[In feeding the crab. His own clings comfortably (ever aggravating) to his rope necklace, has a scrape on its shell.]

[she looks up, blinking a few times as she takes in his appearance, but ultimately decides that it's probably rude to ask. Besides, she's seen some pretty strange things before.]

Well, he hasn't complained yet. I think he's the strong, silent type.

[He prefers blinks to shotguns any day. And it perplexes him, really, even with all the resident weirdness, and a thought to ask loosens his jaw. But after she speaks Draven's reply is sudden, a heated hiss that extinguishes with a small laugh and tone to match, whatever he finds amusing.]

The silent! Oh they suffer themselves...

[Then Draven picks up a piece of pineapple and offers it to his crab, but the thing just holds it in its claw and foams at him. A shift of distaste and Draven looks at Kairi.]

I mean to acquaint myself with this place well beyond the inn...the caves for certain. Have you seen anything worth note?

[hey, he'd be right at home in Halloweentown. Though it is a little gross, but no judgment here! As long as he stands downwind. And doesn't try to kidnap her.]

Hmm, maybe yours is allergic to pineapple? You could try something else. [she scratches her cheek thoughtfully.]

Well, it looks like an island...I almost thought I was home for a minute, but we didn't have crabs this big. [she puffs out her cheeks in frustration.] At least the people on this world seem friendly? I mean, they did throw us a party and everything.

[What zombie swordsman does she take him for? Kidnapping is totally unchivalrous! At the allergy comment, Draven laughs again, a dark, mocking sound, and shakes his head. One claw off the necklace is progress, but above all, his crab enjoys its leverage of being a carrion-eater - an easy understanding between them. One Draven intends to best. He nods and looks around.]

Yes. I would like to thank them for the ale and sharks...though I wonder of their reluctance to be seen.

[And the wind changes direction. Draven, however, has been dead for some 900 years - the rotting stage has halted. If anything, he'll smell of ash and wax, musty wood and the faintest brimstone. Things he hopes this excursion will take away, should someone complain of it.]

[point taken!]

True...you can decorate everything, but not saying a word and throwing fruit isn't exactly the mark of a great host.

Oh! Maybe it's a cultural thing. [that...seems unlikely. She smacks a hand against her forehead.]

Woah, where are my manners? I'm Kairi, nice to meet you!

[He leans forward and crosses one of his arms over his chest, which gets his crab flailing.]

Master of Blades, Draven of the Kingdom of the Dead. A pleasure likewise, of you and this giving place, save the noose around our necks.

[Another almost-rant at the end there. He straightens and lowers his arm.]

Met anyone who might wish to join me?

[On this blind adventure of discovery.]

[she bows a little, because that sounds important. But at the offer, she leans up on her toes, practically bouncing, and punches the air.]

Oh, are you going to explore? Sign me up! There's no way I'm just going to sit around this time.

[Her enthusiasm catches him off guard, just an up tilt of his head, really. But it's her spirit, for a reason Draven cares not to consider, that has him believe all this is real and living. So he speaks, his tone smooth and gratitude clear, if subdued in a poor attempt at formality.]

You are the first, Kairi. We'll be off-trail for much of it, and on leave I have no intentions of returning to the inn until we have both found and explored the caves...but what we will need besides food and shelter is beyond my ken.

[The first...he likes the sound of that. The start of the many things he plans to do in this little world.]

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