"Some of us, yeah," Razz informed her, switching to a different weapon. "Frankly, I prefer fantasy-style games...role-playing games. Tzal prefers blowing the heads off of zombies and other creatures."

Tzal snickered. "What can I say? I'm more male than you in the video game department."

Razz grumbled and picked off a few more zombies.

"This serves no purpose though," Iri went on to say with a sigh. "Meaningless slaughter against a race that is fighting to survive as much as the characters we play. All fake, might I add. If you want a real fight for survival I could show you that." She was getting bored but she still played, Razz had wanted her to. She wasn't sure as to what 'role-playing games' were but a part of her had a feeling that they were just as pointless as what they were doing now.

"In this, we're fighting to survive, as well. And, uh..." the color drained from Razz's face slightly, "...a real fighting scene is not for me. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little timid most of the time, unless I'm dead tired..."

"So these little video games will freak you out but I could turn into a giant snake and get nothing of a reaction from you," Iri complained as she took oiut a few more of the sea of zombies. She wasn't sure what the difference was between the two seeing as these creatures were fake, at least in the game, and she was far from it. "So if I turned into a zombie then I'd be able to scare you?"

Razz sputtered, and his grip on his controller tightened. "I'm afraid of some things, and not afraid of others. Snakes? Nah. Zombies? ...Eeeeehhhhh..." He shivered. "I don't like zombies..."

Iri slowly turned to look at Razz, her eyes dead though a humor was playing behind them. "So you're saying if I looked like a zombie I'd get a reaction?" She asked as all the while the skin on her face whithered, tightened and just disolved in places until she looked like one of the zombies from the game. "Is that what you're telling me?"

Razz paused the game for all of them, squealing. He dropped his controller and hid behind Tzal. "Z-z-z-zombie!" He did seem terrified.

Tzal grinned, patting his head. "You should not have told her that, Razz, dearest."

Momo didn't comment. He was too busy laying back on the floor and laughing.

A dark glint came to Iri's eye as she returned back to her usual form, a smirk was on her face at the reappearance. "There we go, that was the reaction I've been waiting for from you," she said satisfied as she casually leaned back once again tossing her controller onto the couch. She let out a content sigh as her arms once again found themselves crossed under her chest.

Razz shook his fist at her belligerently from behind Tzal. "Don't do that! Yeesh..." He paused, the chuckled. "You know, if you really want a challenge, you should find something that scares him." He pointed at Tzal.

Tzal arched an eyebrow, like he welcomed this challenge.

Iri slowly scanned her eyes over to Tzal before saying, "I will have to watch him a bit more. You were terrified just entering the saloon so it seemed only fair that I was able to get the scare out of you." She then looked Razz's friend up and down before saying, "A person such as him could have many fears, and yet they would be something that you would not normally think of." Her eyes brightened sadistically as a smirk came to her face saying, "Everyone's afraid of something."

Tzal sneered. "Go on. Try me. Mind you, if you start changing into different things to try and scare me, you'll probably end up frightening scaredy-pants over there." He jerked his thumb at Razz, who frowned.

"One never jumps to battle without the proper information or on the spur of the moment," Iri replied calmly and matter-of-factly. "I may one day see what I can do, but as for now I shall just observe. Humans are horrible when it comes to covering the meanings of ones actions." Her eyes then jumped over to Momo, a smirk on her face. "Am I right?"

"If you scare Razz one more time with the zombie-face, I'll tell you what he's afraid of," Momo remarked, grinning. "I happen to know. And I can give you a show, if you don't want me to tell you to your face."

Tzal frowned at Momo. "You are a terrible house guest."

Iri ran her tongue over her teeth for a moment before saying, "Now that is a tempting offer Momo. But you know what they say, learning is half the battle and I've never been one to give up any part of a battle, or do stories of my past not make it out this far?"

"Pfft. Okay, then. It's obscure, so I have to give you something, at least. Let me just say that unless you get him out in the middle of a forest in Alaska, play a hunting game, or watch Animal Planet...you're not going to figure it out," Momo purred.

Tzal rolled his eyes.

Many ideas came to Iri all at once; not because of the Animal Planet comment, that lost her. "Mmm, well you did just lower my options by many," she replied in a more saultry voice than she had been using. Her eyes then filled with a deveious look as she looked over at the imp. "You want to see Tzalmon scared don't you?"

Momo's grin couldn't possibly get any wider. "There's only one thing in the world that scares Tzal-y-boy, here. And I haven't seen him really react to it--he just complained to me about it one day. Oh, what I'd give to see the look on his face..."

"Shut up, Momo..." Tzal drawled, rolling his eyes.

"Hmm, then perhaps scaring Rasputin once more to learn of this fear would be welcome then huh?" Iri chidded to the imp. It was becomging clear that neither human seemed all that happy about the converstation as the supernatural beings were. She was still debating though seeing as Razz was still being quiet about all of this even if it meant he would have to deal with him possibly being scared again.

"Do it! Do it!" Momo squealed, bouncing up and down in place.

"No!" Razz whined. But then, he chewed his lip, thoughtfully, and surrendered. "Okay...okay, fine. I wanna see Tzal scared.

"...I hate you all," Tzal grumbled.

Iri smiled a dark smile as an evil glint came to her eye. "With pleasure," she said as she pushed herself from the couch and stood before the males. Her body began to rot, decompose, concave until a skeltal, rotted corpse stood before them. It was much more gruesome than the ones in the games as bits of bloodied flesh fell to the floor. Her eyes landed on Razz for a moment before she gave Tzal a taunting look as if to say that he was next.

Razz's responding screech sounded like some sort of dying animal. Instead of hiding behind Tzal, he hid behind the large television, arms over his head. He looked terrified.

Momo snickered, rolling onto his side on the ground.

Tzal was not so amused. He folded his arms across his chest. He looked sort of worried--he wasn't sure if Momo really knew his fear or not.

Iri's eyes scanned to Momo, her form still that of a zombie. "So, what is it that you have in mind?" She asked, her voice completely contrasting her current form. At least from how Momo was talking, this Alaskan beast scared Tzal. Even if it wasn't what he thought it was, it did narrow things done quite a bit.

Momo grinned. "Our wonderful little Tzal here is terrified of...bears. Grizzly bears. He was attacked by one as a child, and it almost killed him."

Tzal visibly bristled. It seemed Momo had hit the nail on the head.

"Grizzlies huh?" Iri asked as she looked from Momo to Tzal. Momo seemed anxious and so did Razz, but Tzal, he seemed terrified. Fear was something that she loved, it was one of the purest emotions there was. When you were scared, you were scared. There was nothing more to it. She then held her arm out in front of her and it began to change form and grow a thick furry coat.

Tzal leaped to his feet and slowly began to back away, bristling. If he got too scared, he did have powers and might try to retaliate...