-----Into The Wilderness-----

Kahleen parked the motorcycle in front of the charred house. She slung herself over the mortorcyle and waited for Garoth to get off. She looked at Garoth for a moment before facing the house and beaming a smile at it. "Home sweet home!" Kahleen said as one of the nails holding the upper door casing let loose and the board dropped, swinging over to one side. Kahleen held her smile and she held her hips. She seemed really proud. She looked at the sky and noticed the pink streaks forming in the sky as dawn was approaching. "I'm not a fan of the curfew, honestley," Kahleen said with an exaggerated frown. She went to the door and opened it. The door awkwardly swung open halfway before it would scrape the floor. Kahleen squeezed in and waved for Garoth to follow.
Garoth muttered to himself "A little run down, but cozy looking" he slung down off the motorcycle, stepping over some of the nearby rubble as he moved towards the door "So, this is 'home'? We probably should get you an umbrella." he gave a light chuckle, closing the door behind him as best as he can.

Burnt Homestead - The Foyer
The walls here are barely existant anymore, as many have been charred away. A blackened vase is on the ground, which probably once held flowers, and now holds various worthless (STOLEN)junk. The charred walls have been covered with posters of rabites, Gold city, and Freeza, to lighten the mood. The last of the carpet in the entire home is on the floor here, slightly blackened.

"I made cookies!" Said the moogle that was wearing an apron. Kahleen held her hands together and tucked them in under her chin and swayed. "Aw! You didnt have to!" she said smiling sweetly at the moogle. The moogle managed to open an eye. "GREAT!" He said before throwing the tray to the side and walking back into the kitchen. Kahleen slouched and frowned for a moment before she would light up. "This is it, Garoth! Hoooome!" She looked around. "I should probably get something to eat...Are you hungry, Garoth?" "Give him the poisoned one." "Why are you so hard on him? I mean yeah! Food? The cookies are...Not good anymore, I don't think." She said looking at the ground.

Garoth watched quietly, trying not to say anything about her odd habit of talking to nothing "Heh, I guess I could go for something... but perhaps we should make something together."

Kahleen looked in the direction the moogle had went. Kahleen heard several noises that made her slightly flinch. *Crash!* *Bang!* *Ching!* "There might be too many chefs in the kitchen" She said with a light giggle. "But in all honesty, I havent cooked in...Well, since I was a kid." She said almost lost in thought before she would glow. She clapped her hands together and said "But hey! Let's give it a shot! It's not like the place hasn't caught on fire once, already!". Kahleen yanked Garoth by the hand leading him into the kitchen. There, the moogle was running multiple skillets ontop of the stove that wasnt even burning. Kahleen looked at the main course. It was...Kent's heart? "Hey! Stop that!" Kahleen said not actually pointing at anything except the stove that would be as it was when she moved in. "Kill my dreams like you did myself." The moogle sighed and slouched as he walked into the bedroom, leaving the heart to over cook. Kahleen sweeped her hands across the stove-top, as if swatting something. Kahleen looked at Garoth smiling. "So how does this work?" She asked looking at her own stove as if it was complex and complicated.

Burnt Homestead - The Kitchen
This must have been a kitchen once, as a squat pot-belly stove is standing in the corner. The chimney has collapsed into a pile of brick and rubble. Splintered pieces of old furniture lie scattered around attesting to the destructive power of fire. There is a cooler in the corner, tucked into an indoor garden with various strange fruits and veggies.

Garoth chuckled as he made his way after Kahleen, beginning to look around the room for any items that might resemble food, finding few things before he closed the doors and sighs "Right... you don't exactly shop often do you?" he turned his smile toward Kahleen, not really too worried about it.

Kahleen tapped her finger on her chin as she thought about it. "Yeaaaah. Dad usually does the shopping...Or he just grows stuff like that." She pointed at the garden in the corner. "I'm sorry...I dont really know what one who eats, would eat." "Then you could play dumb when you feed him the poisoned food, right?" Kahleen seemed slightly angered. "Isn't there somewhere you could be, that's NOT here?" She looked at Garoth. "Not you. You stay put." "You know that's not gonna happen."

Garoth contemplated the garden for a moment before he shook his pumpkin "No, I would actually prefer something with at least a little meat in it". He looked surprised at the outburst, though nodded after a moment "Who is it this time?"

A vine would grow out from some of the rubble that lay scattered about, here in the kitchen. The vine grew straight up, towering above Garoth, and began to bloom. The flower puked out a pumpkin as the petals began to drop off, under the stress of holding a pumpkin. The vine sagged down, hovering over Garoth. A face decayed out of the pumpkin complete with the words "fight materialism". Zaidian removed Garoth's head and the vine released the pumpkin to fall onto Garoth's shoulders. Zaidian walked into the foyer with Garoth's head in hand. Zaidian turned Garoth's head so that it would be facing him. "I have a proposition for you, Broth, If you dont mind my timing." Zaidian's face was blank and cold but Garoth might think he was, in his way, happy to see him. Zaidian calmly speaks "I know you're intentions to be pure, unlike a few others that come to mind, and I would like to take advantage of the circumstances and perhaps give you the same benefit, almost equal to the one I have recently discovered. May I continue or would you prefer to reengage in your prior activity?"
Kahleen would carry on trying to explain who she was talking to, if not Garoth. They continued to talk, though Garoth's fake head would give short, open-ended responses.

Garoth gave a small shout of surprise as his pumpkin partet from his shoulders without his conscious effort, looking at Zaidian with the same blank expression of cheer he gives everyone, though his flames flickered worriedly, "uh... I think my body can handle it for now... so long as she doesn't look at it" His body would maintain its standing position at the moment, despite the fact that his head was moving away.

A yellow light shimmers across Zaidian's eyes as Garoth's head would hold by some mysterious force as Zaidian lowered his hand. "I see. Well then allow me to be quick. Kahleen requires special attention. This is why I have refrained from pursuing my worldly impressions, you see. To give Kahleen the attention she will need will require one to understand Kahleen." Zaidian pauses as he turns to look at Kahleen in the kitchen. Zaidian redirected his attention back to Garoth's floating head. "To understand her involves a complicated series of rituals, under specific conditions, with in a specific order. Or to spare the lives of many crows, I have concocted a seed. Long story short. It grew into a fruit. The fruit is poisonous and has various side effects incurring discomfort. It is untested but will surely open your eyes to see that which Kahleen sees." Zaidian closes his eyes and as he reopens them, two oddly shaped fruits pop into existence. *Pah-Bloop!* "Along side the previously mentioned fruit is another fruit that took me many, many years to created. It all started when I first discovered..." Zaidian caught himself rambling and cleared his throat. "Right. The second fruit contains all of my knowledge in the school of illusion magics, though you will not be able to manifest at the same quality as myself." Zaidian tapped his finger on his chin as he thought. He would come back to reality. "Broth. Once you eat of the fruit, the things that Kahleen sees, the things others see, the things you will see...They will always be there. There is no way I know of to cancel the effect it will have on you. What do you say, Broth?" Zaidian says looking at Garoth, blankly awaiting a response.

"Ah. I'm guessing saying no to your gracious offer is... ill advised?" Garoth's flames continued to flicker somewhat worriedly as he tried to turn his gaze from one fruit to another, his body fidgeting somewhat, incapable of seeing it made it somewhat difficult to know his position. "How will this help me to understand her exactly? I'm... a little lost on that."

Zaidian shook his head. "Not at all. Its is more likely ill advised to take them. Kahleen, as I'm sure you gathered, has a special mind. She sees and hears things that arent really there. Those things I speak of and extensions of herself. It is surprisingly not uncommon. People tend to create visuals intentionally. Kahleen seems to lack the ability to control her delusions or lack an interest in learning how to, at least." Zaidian glanced into the kitchen where Kahleen was pacing, talking to "Garoth", seemingly in a rant. Zaidian looks back to Garoth. "The one fruit will curse you to the point of seeing these things. The second will allow you to create controlled visuals, along with other extensions and I'm sure you'll find other uses. However, this oppritunity is purely optional. You have free will and I do not intend to interrupt that." Zaidian blankly stared at Garoth.

Garoth sighed as his pumpkin turned to regard Kahleen, his eyes calming down to they point where they hardly flickered "Do you think it will help me keep her safe?" he made certain his body was properly standing before his pumpkin slowly spun back around to look at Zaidian. "... and not only from others."

Zaidian joined Garoth as they looked into the kitchen. "It will help to make sure she doesn't get the wrong idea. Those sort of things tend to errupt all around her. In short, yes, it will help but as far as legitimate protection goes, you seem the capable type...Unless I misread you. It has happened before, I must confess." He said still gazing into the kitchen.

Garoth nodded again, getting used to the sensation of floating "I do posess some amount of magic, yes." his gaze shifted back so he was facing the kitchen and Kahleen once more "Yes, okay, I'll do it. No offense meant, but I sincerely hope you know what you've done with the fruits..."

One might think that Zaidian was about to smile but failed to follow through. "I've been at this inconsistently for a very, very long time. There are errors but the intended affect usually pulls through." He said and turned back to Garoth. The fruits seem to shimmer as they hover by Garoth's head, waiting for him to take a bite of each.
Garoth looked at one fruit, then the other "Uh... this is somewhat embarassing... but would you be so kind as to, er, put them in my pumpkin? I left my hands over there" he stated in a deadpan tone, inclining his head toward where his body still stood.

As Zaidian closed his eyes, the fruit would dematerialize into little starts that drifted info Garoths ever-smiling mouth. Zaidian nodded at Garoth. "Thank you, Broth. I wont forget this. I will be out of reach, in a manner of speaking. Just take care of yourself and Kahleen, Okay?" Zaidian asked rhetorically. Vines would grow out of his back and act like appendages, that he would walk on as he made his way through the front door. Like no joke. Right through it, without even opening it. Odd.

Garoth's head would float over to his own shoulders. The fake pumpkin head vanished in a sudden burst of harmless flames. Garoth's head would then snuggle back into its original place as the mentioned side effects of the fruit might have already started to settle in...

Kahleen says "And you could see why it is, I am SO conflicted. I mean she has helped me out of many sticky situations but at the same time she has instructed me into THOSE SAME SITUATIONS. It drives me CRAZY! I just dont know sometimes, you know?" as she paced the kitchen holding a half empty jar of blood, venting. She stopped in front of Garoth and released a frustrated sigh.

The moogle walked into the kitchen, from the bedroom. "Just passing through. I wont cook any hearts or anything. Just grabbin' a drink." He said as he walked by Garoth and Kahleen. He grabbed a can of beer out of the cooler. "Dont mind me. I'm not even here." He opened it *Pop-Tsss* and started gulping it as he walked back into the bedroom.

Garoth watched the moogle walk past, his pumpkin turning to follow it "hey, wasn't that... he trailed off as he began to hyperventilate, soon giving a groan as he went down to his hands and knees, gagging and gasping, his mind reeling as he attempted to keep the fruits down.

Kahleen watched Garoth collapse and nodded. "I know...That's PRECISELY how I react to it sometimes. But I really just dont know what to do about it though." She said with a mile-long stare. *Blink* *Blink* She looked down at Garoth. "Garoth, its really not THAT big of a deal, I dont think." She started to kneel down next to Garoth. "Garoth?!" She said seeming worried as she threw a flurry of finger jabs at Garoth's ribs. Kahleen 's eyes frantically searched Garoth for some sign as to what is wrong with him. "Are you okay?" "Finally. It took him long enough to croak. Well, Kahleen. Your future isnt so grim, anymore." "Will you just drop it, huh? He is NOT going to hurt me and you know it. You're just being mean!" Kahleen shook her head. "What happened, Garoth?" She asked impatiently.

Garoth winced and hissed from each little poke to his ribs, groaning as his stomach roiled again "Not dead... ennngh, but my head and stomach..." gave a small hurk as he stayed kneeling where he was, looking up and trying to find the source of the other voice "W-who was that?"

Kahleen withdrew her hands and brought them to her chest and seemed scared for Garoth. "No, no! You had it, Kahleen. Go back to the obsessive finger jabs of healing. That'll save him for sure." Kahleen was not amused by what the voice had to say. She scowled in some random direction. "Well, he seems to be...What was it you said? A psychologist-kick? He is in our minds now!" Kahleen rested her hand on Garoth's shoulder. She seemed somewhat calm, even if it was forced. "Garoth...I need you to tell me what happened." As Kahleen finished her words, the moogle came back into the kitchen. He threw the beer can into a pile of rubble and started to walk back to the bed room when he noticed Garoth in pain. "Someone cant handle their liquor? He drank the bottle without a lable, didnt he?" He asked Kahleen. "He's actually just dying, I suspect." The moogle looked at Kahleen and pointed at her, backed with anger. "You did it again, didnt you? Just when I started to trust you! Un-freakin'-believable." Kahleen pops! "EVERYONE SHUT UP!" She started to breathe heavier. "No one is dying just shut up and let me figure this out. GAROTH! What happened to you?!" Kahleen asked agian.

Garoth looked up to try tracking the extra voice, not seeing it so much as he could feel it "Where are you Sian?" his body gave a small convulsion as he looked back down to the floor again, groaning loudly in pain "I ate the fruit... it wasn't a bottle..." he looked up at the moogle, visage contorted in both surprise and pain as his carved pumpkin lips moved for the first time since he got them "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Garoth simply continued to stare at the moogle as his pumpkin relaxed back to normal, the flames within his eyes flickering somewhat dangerously as he eyed the creature he knows for a fact he saw killed.

Kahleen saw Garoths mouth moving in an animated way. "That's different." Kahleen noted aloud. "Sian? I'm being named? Now this IS crazy." Kahleen's eyes narrowed down at Garoth, seeming to have figured something out. "Your suspicions are correct, Kahleen. Seems Your father poisoned him before you could." "When did you talk to my dad, Garoth?" She asked, seeming angered.

The moogle reached into the cooler and removed yer another beer. "Yeah, I AM dead. You know! You seen Kahleen there do it. YOU disposed of my corpse so...Why do you seem so surpised?" *Pop-Tsss* He opened the can and took a sip. "But hey! It's not all bad, is it? I mean...There's always beer here, I think. I dont really know, ya know. BY THE WAY, Killer, we're low on beer sooooo...Yeah!" He finished his words and took another sip of his beer.

Garoth glanced up at Kahleen's accusatory tone, his body only then beginning to feel less wracked "ungh, not long ago... I just plan to help, he just wants me to help." he continued to pant somewhat, his stomach may have settled a little but his brain (or whatever passes for his mind) was still feeling like a watermellon prop at a comedy show. He glared over at the moogle and gave something of a low growl "and if you know you're dead, then why don't you go find your body?"

Kahleen looked at Garoth in a questionable way. "Help me? Help me with what? Stealing stuff because I dont know if you are aware but I am a master thief of the highest stature, even among other amazingly awesome and amusing master and amateur thieves. So, in short, I dont really need help in that department." Kahleen caught her breath as she rested her hand on her chest.

The moogle held his stubby arms up. "What am I gonna do with my body when I find it, huh? Poke it with a stick? Climb in for old times sake? Relive my death?" The moogle finished off his beer and crushed the can under the might of his tiny paws and tossed it behind him. "Forget it...I'm going to bed. Gotta big day tomorrow." The moogle waved to Garoth and then Kahleen. "See ya in the morning, Killer."

Garoth continued to glare at the moogle as he left, holding his pumpkin in his hands as he placed his forehead to the floor "Just, to make certain you don't get hurt while doing it is all..." he just continued to kneel there, with his hands on the back of his pumpkin, riding through the splitting headache gripping his mind.

Kahleen looked down at Garoth and removed her hand from her chest. She polished off the rest of the blood in the jar and sat it atop the stove and recorked it. She yawned and started to walk into the bedroom and stopped short, just in the doorway. "I'm going to bed, Garoth. You can have top bunk if you want." She said with a light smile.
Garoth looked up at Kahleen in confusion, glancing into the room as he sat up "But... the bed has only one mattress..." he really wished he had teeth to clench again, though his headache did taper off somewhat for the moment.

Kahleen looked at the bed in a boggled manner. "No, no. Its a double-decker, Garoth. I'm looking right at it." Kahleen's feet began to lift off of the ground as she was gliding into the bed room. She drifted infront of the vanity and removed her mask and lock-pick earrings, putting them infront of the mirror. Her reflection starred at Gatoth with angered eyes. She flew to the other side of the bed and gracefully slid under it, her head popping out looking at Garoth through the doorway. Kahleen stuck an arm out from under the bed and pointed a thumb to the bed. "See! It's a double decked bed." She says before releasing a yawn. The moogle was sleeping of the foot of the bed but as Kahleen's eyes got heavy, he started to vanish. "You dont have to stay though but the door is always open to you, Garoth..." Kahleen beamed a sluggish smile before she retreated into the nest of blankets, under the bed.

Burnt Homestead - Kahleen's Bedroom
Here is the backmost room of the small wooden home. A burnt bedframe remains standing in the ruin, with an awkward, new matress and Hello Kitty covers. An old vanity with only one leg is also lying here haphazardly, its mirror replaced not long ago. Every step stirs up the heavy ash on the floor. Alot of the char has been lightly painted over but notable.

Garoth would seem a little more confused about the angry eyes staring at him from the mirror, looking familiar but not quite Kahleen, but he gave a small shrug and chuckled as she slipped beneath the bed "Well, so it is!" he got up from his spot and made his way carefully over, lying on top of the Hello Kitty sheets, dragging his off his coat to use it as a blanket as he stared at what was left of the ceiling, his head still gave the occasional throb. Garoth quietly muttered a few words as he began to drift off, thankful for the existance of sleep "Goodnight Kahleen, sleepwell...". As Garoth drifted off, words from his past surfaced, as a sick parody of them had issued from his mouth not long ago "If you know you're headless, why don't you go find your head?" a skull would coalesce in the air nearby, fleshing over into the head of a fairly nondescript human "You never did find me, and you never will.";, gave a quiet whine and rolled onto his side, his dreams would be troubled this night. Haunted by a delusion of his past.