(Ooc: Our characters (Villain's, and mine) are at the bar in the establishment, if you wanted to join us? We're not really doing anything exclusive or special so you're more than welcome. ^_^)<br/><br/>It was odd conversing with the living. She seemed so far away despite being no more than three seats. Maybe it was just that strange inability to properly focus, like a mental fog still lingered. Whatever it was, the mention of a 'Ghoul' rung a loud bell deep in the ghost's mental space. A gray face with mysterious green markings... wearing sunglasses. Surely Ziggy didn't mean that very same ghoul, but the image was new to Theo. Or was it all too familiar? Something told him that face used to mean something. Still, the mention of maggots in his guts forced Theo to re-actively check. Without much warning, he would pull open his dress shirt at the tummy simply tearing buttons off the expensive looking fabric. No sooner had he freed his torso then what could only be described as a jet black over sized hound's maw stretched forward and opened it's jaws. Nothing spilled out from the spontaneous mass of dangerous looking jowels that grew out of the specter. Yet the reflexive nature of revealing this strange anatomical anomaly spoke worlds on what Theobaud was. Even as they sat there Vampires for miles were getting a strange screaming signal from this part of town... -Danger. Your place on the food chain has shifted.- No sooner had the odd 'Torso Maw' coughed up dust and cold air than it would retract back into his body's dainty mass. Only so he could drag on his cigarette and lean over the counter.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">"No maggots... Feels as empty as it ever did...I don't think I'm turning"<br/>​</div>After his grotesque eldritch display, the stark haired monster in youthful flesh would ponder on what it all meant. Before he could settle into his thoughts, the softest mumble escaped those thin pale lips.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">"My blood is never warm, but it isn't moving... This body is faux... Isn't it..."<br/>​</div>As if he were the patient now, and she were his psychiatrist. 'Listening to the ramblings of a mad man trying to figure out his own psychosis despite the deeply inherent inability. For the first time during their discussion that eerie lack of expression shifted into a beaming smile. One that revealed those dangerous chompers all too well in their current light and proximity. It was most unsettling... to see something like him faking emotion while fixating fully with the femme in white. Despite all this there was little emotion in his words.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
"Unfinished business, or the foolish summons of meddling mortals?"<br/>
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