Ikki giggled at Michael. It was so funny how he acted like a worried mother who's child just went into the hospital. That is priceless! She giggled one last time before reaching the Inn. "Alright here we are. I'm going to get lunch ready. I'll be done in an hour or so. You'll be able to tell I'm done when the smell finally reaches you." She headed off into the kitchen and began cooking lunch.

Mikki watched Ikki leave confused at what she was giggling at but not wanting to say anything in case she was laughing at her. She didn't want people laughing at her but more so she didn't want to know they were laughing at her. She scratched the back of her leg with her foot for a moment before going upstairs, changing and getting in bed for a nap.

Michael, knowing that Mikki would be quite safe while she slept, followed Ikki to the kitchen. He leaned against the door "I have a bad feeling about this place, why is that?" he asked crossing his arms over his chest "and it's not because this is the only haunted house she's investigated that actually is haunted."

"Um how do you think we haunt this place? Simpleton, every now and then we have a murderer. But ever since that one event, nobody has been here. So the place does seem a bit homocidal." Ikki headed into the fridge looking for lunch. She pulled out bread, some meat, vegetables, and fruit. She planned to make sandwiches, salad, fruit salad, and Brunswick stew. The stew would take longest so she started out with that first. She took out the meats, vegetables, and poured the water into a pot. While she let that cook, Ikki began chopping up the salad and then began levitating the other knives and fruits to begin the fruit salad. Cooking was such a simple task for her. Ikki was glad to show off her skills again.

"Me first... what," Hans asked, confused. There was a clarity issue here: what was he supposed to be going first with now?

"fine me first" Kyra jumped down from her tree branch "okay now you can go" she looked up then at Leonard a whispered "are you shure he isnt a child because he acts like one" she smiled "but he does seem like a person that is fun to be around"

Leonard found it rude to speak about people while they were present, so he kept his explanation as short as possible. After all, Hans was his little brother and he loved him more than the world could understand.

"Hans is twenty-two," he said quickly. Knowing that this would not be enough to satiate curiosity, he added: "He... embraces the inner child."

"Children's insides are squishy," Hans interjected morbidly. "Full of unnecessary organs like tonsils and appendices..."

"okay then i think we all need to do that once in a while" Kyra smiled then looked at Hans "are you a doctor or whatever they callm people that cut open murder victims" she asked logicly then changed the subject "we should be getting back to the Inn in getting a little hungry and i suspect that you two are aswell"

"Doctors are scary," Hans said, walking in the direction of the Inn. "They poke you and prod you and they don't know what's wrong. And then they give you little yellow pills that make dull, all for the sake of making you like everyone else. Because everyone else is normal, and everyone else thinks the same..." Hans was somewhere else now, at the mention of doctors. It was fairly clear that he had had a bad experience before regarding doctors and hospitals.

"okay" Kyra said as she walked back to the Inn half tuning out Hans little lecture once people started talking for a while she got bored "well i dont like normal tht much its a little boring and is there ven such a thing as normal anyways i mean were all technecly different"

Hans put his face quite uncomfortably close to Kyra's: about three inches of room between their noses. There was an awkward pause before he spoke. "You speak very quickly," he said.

"Down, Hans," Leonard commanded, as if speaking to a dog. Hans, without question, pulled back and joined his brother.

Kyra backed up a little "urmm...yes i guess i do" she said looking a little unconfortable "okay back to the Inn" she turned and walked quitely back to the Inn as she got to the door she turned "i hope your hungry" she walked into the Inn then walked into the kitchen door not looking to see if it was closed wich of course if Ikki was cooking it was "ow" Kyra rubbed her nose said a few curses and sat down in her chair

Michael sat on the counter and watch Kyra come in the kitchen "No smart arse, other than the murder something here doesn't seem right" he picked an apple out of the fruit bowl and started throwing it up and catching it in his hand. He watched Ikki cooking, he hadn't seen anyone cook for a long time Mikki generally lived off McDonalds or other take out.

Mikki lay on her bed with her wet towel between her and the pillow, her foot still throbbed a little from the stone. She got up slipping her jeans on and a tank top, she lay the towel over her head and left her room, still limping slightly but not as much as before. She started walking down the stairs yawning holding the rail, she saw Leonard and the others get back and followed Kyra towards the kitchen.

"hey Mikki" Kyra waved as she saw he walk down the stairs "what happened you kinda walking funny did you trip or something" she rushed over to her stopping at a safe distance to not bother her brother "i think you need to sit or something" she advised as she looked at Mikki's foot

Mikki smiled at Kyra "I'll be all right, was just a bit ditzy and stood on a stone without anything on my feet" she lifted her foot up behind her "see just a little dent, it'll pop back up in a bit, I'm kind of hungry though" she said moving towards the kitchen door.

Michael placed the apple on the counter close to the kitchen door, he would rather like to keep Mikki from knowing about ghosts for at least a while longer, though he would have liked to see Ikki try to explain away a floating apple while still insisting there were no ghosts here he stayed the safe option. She probably wouldn't be happy about him staying behind like he did.

She turned to Kyra "you wouldn't happen to have any asprin or ibuprofen or you know any kind of pain killer at all would you?" she asked hopefully.

Hans thought about offering her his little yellow pills, but knew that Leonard would greatly disapprove of it. After all, they weren't meant to be taken as painkillers... and quite frankly weren't even in similar categories of medicine. That, and he had left them in their room. He didn't know why he still kept them. He didn't take them anymore. Something like a physical reminder, he mused.

His train of thought, now de-railed, came to a very important discovery: "I'm hungry," he said, smiling amusedly at thoughts that he wasn't entirely sure why they were so amusing.

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"Y'know, it's all right I take too many of those anyway I'll just tough it out" Mikki pushed the kitchen door open. She lifted herself onto the counter next to the apple, she looked around before picking it up and taking a bite. She was quite hungry and she didn't really think it would ruin her appetite much, or at all. Mikki swallowed the piece of apple "Yo Hans! You want some apple?" she shouted before taking another bite.

"Would you cut it out? You're like a little kid." She giggled at Michael. Now noticing Mikki in the kitchen, Ikki stopped levitating anything anything in the air and the fruit salad being cut before anyone could see it. "Hey there. I'm not done with lunch yet. You can go wait in the dining room. I'll be done soon." She couldn't have anyone seeing anyhting supernatural. It would ruin everything for her. Though she was very content on being alone, the thought of humans around her was beginning to grow on her. She kept her sight down on what she was working on and smiled. For once it was a true smile. If she was alive she would be feeling warmth in her heart. At that moment her smile dropped a bit. What would these people think if she never grew older while they were old and gray? She realized she wouldn't be able to keep the people around forever. Maybe she was in hell paying for the sins she had commited while being able to walk among the living in the afterlife. Ikki thought of all the wrong she had done. While being lost in thought she wasn't paying attention to what she was cutting and cut her finger. "Oh dear."

Mikki put the apple down on the counter and went to Ikki holding her hand out "let me see" she took a towel from the counter on her way past and held it to Ikki's finger "keep pressure on it, I'll see if you've got a plaster or somethin" she left Ikki going through the cupboards. There should be a first aid kit somewhere she opened different cupboards and rummaged around in them until she found the first aid box. It looked a little worse for wear but it should do the trick. She opened it to find all it had in it was cotton wool "ok, stay here" she left the kitchen.

Michael moved to Mikki "don't worry she's had plenty of practice with this kind of thing" he said smiling, he couldn't help but find some happiness in what was happening. He had seen Mikki cut herself many times when she was learning to cook because he could not intervene without her knowledge so he had just settled for making sure she could always find the first aid box.

Mikki ran upstairs to her bedroom where she rummaged around her bags until she found some white tape. She ran back down and into the kitchen. She grabbed Ikki's arm and led her to the sink shoving her finger under the tap and drying it off with the towel she put the cotton wool on her finger and rapped some tape around it "it's not the best but it'll do till I get back" she said walking back out of the kitchen door.

Kyra walked into the kitchen after she heard the conversation she opened a cupboard and grabbed a box of crackers she cubed some cheese and placed it in the microwave she had recently bought she set the timer and sat on a free spot on the counter she didnt want to touch anything not even to help she didnt think Ikki would like it very much cooking and collecting things neither of those things you want to cross Ikki with if you did you might hear a bit of yelling followed by a few words non-reapetable in the middle of that thought the microwave beeped she hopped down off the counter and opened the microwave she pulled out the plate closed the door and went into the loby and sat down in her chair put the plate on the side table and pulled a carcker off the plate watching as the cheese pulled away from the plate

Ikki sighed and wrapped her finger up with a dried up bandage she had taken from a cabinet. "It's not that I'm worried about." Ikki wet the towel to make it seem she washed something off of it. "I'm just glad she didn't notice I had no blood. My form is not that realistic." She stopped rinsing the towel and hung it on the handle of the stove. She went back to cooking and started adding spices to the Brunswick stew. "I hope she doesn't mind I took care of it myself." She stuck her head out of the kitchen and called to Mikki. "You don't need to get anything. I fixed it." She then stuck her head back into the kitchen and finished the salad. "Hmm..All that's left is the stew. That'll be done soon." She looked at Michael and smiled. "Do want to try some?" Michael and all of the other spirits were the only company she had that wouldn't die. But he would surely leave if Mikki left. She had to make sure that they never wanted to leave, even though there would be something wrong since she never aged.

Kyra noticed that Mikka's brother was in the kitchen then shee reilized it looked like she was zoned out so she turned her attention to the food on the counter "would you like me to start setting the tables Ikki" she asked as she hopped off her chair and into the kitchen she opened up a drawr and pulled out some sliverwear out

Michael raised an eyebrow and examined the stew "I think I will pass, it wouldn't exactly work out in my current form and eating something I don't need to will not make me make myself visible" he went back to throwing an apple "nice try though, why do you think my sister would want to see me" he wasn't really interested in her answer, it didn't matter what she said he had no intentions of ever showing himself to his sister even if she did find out about ghosts. She would be much happier not knowing about him, he was sure.

Ikki did interest him though as did Kyra, he'd met ghosts before along Mikki's travels but never one that pretended to be alive, certainly none that ran a murder inn. If it was up to him Mikki would have never even come to this place, much safer for her to stay away but he couldn't very well tell her anything.

Kyra caught Michael looking at Ikki and her "Ikki probably thinks Mikki would like to see her brother" she took a step closer to him "if you have questions you can always ask it seems like your pondering about a few things" Kyra ran that sentance back in her head she wondered how old speaking terms got mixed up with new ones i guess thats because she always like living things and often obsereved them and caught on to things yet never forgot the old things she was so used to

"Fine," Ikki locked the doors. "Better? I really want you to try it." She turned to Kyra. "Do you want some?" She wasn't trying to reveal him to anyone. She knew how she wanteed to keep her secret, she would respect him enough to keep his. For some reason she really felt like being nice. It seemed wierd that she would do that but she was in a good mood. Suddenly her eye turned yellow. "Damn it." She went through a cabinet and pulled out an eyepatch. She covered her eye and smiled. She was happy to have people around her and it finally got to her. She still had issues controlling her emotions, so she hid a ton of eyepatches around the inn.

"Please try it Michael. I worked hard on it. Don't let me down." She smiled at him hoping he would try it. It really meant something to her. She would efinately be sad if he didn't; it would mean that she wasn't trustable. She would have to remember to not to have bad first impressions for her own amusement.