by Mousen » 07/28/2015 5:15 PM
Rexus looked over the card and nodded, everything checked out. To Rexus, it didn't matter if the last name was blotted out or not, that was Maverick's prerogative. Personally, back in his previous realm he'd often introduced himself with either a fake last name or none at all, the deMorgans had been infamous, and it was easier to avoid that conversation all together.
His eyebrows rose. Investigate? Rexus tried to remember if he'd done anything worth investigating lately. Admittedly, he was planning a few experiments here and there, but those were mostly summoning-based, demon deal loopholes and so on. He was tying to figure out a way of getting Thalia and Ezekiel their old bodies back. It was infuriating work, he didn't dare summon up the entity they'd originally made a deal with, at least, not until he had more information so he was working with mid-level demons and some of the milder nameless horrors. So far, he'd come up with nothing. Either way, it wasn't anything the Society would want him to be investigated for.
"I have no interest in raising zombies, though you're free to look around. If I'm being honest, the sub-basement is where I do most of my work. It's kitted out for summoning and re-animation, but the most re-animation I've done since building the place is a few rodent skeletons to keep in practice.Anyway, I can show you, if you like." Infusing the old skeleton with the original soul of the mouse was delicate work, arguably more skillful than re-animating zombies, but again, nothing to be concerned over. "I don't know why anyone would be creating zombies just to let them roam around like that. It's definitely concerning."
Rexus smiled at the compliment, partly because he appreciated, and partly because it wasn't being treated as suspicious. Maverick was very different to the necromancers he was used to working with, who were generally very somber and professional. "Thanks. It's for my other branch of work, which I imagine is out of your jurisdiction." Reapers were normally associated with Gods, and Gods, Rexus imagined, were something the society would deal with only reluctantly.
Apparently he had a sense of humor too. Although, knowing that someone had demanded that he help with the investigation rankled. He hadn't shown it much here, but Rexus could stand on his own two feet as far as power went. He wasn't a trainee that was expected to earn his keep. But still, someone was upsetting the balance, in more ways than one it was his duty to help. "You'll have to tell your superior that in future, if he wants my help he'll have to request it. But, in this case, I'll be happy to assist you in your investigation."
He paused. "Oh, if you want to check out the sub-basement first, I can show you that and once you're convinced I'm not summoning undead hordes we can be on our way?" It wasn't as if, after all, he had anything better to do.
We’re all hysterical & going nowhere together.
C’mon rapture. Let’s go bedazzling.
Nothing gets futured without its own spitshine
& I’m already not not not not not not miraculous.