[Mousen]

An icy wind whipped through the once grand cathedral, the ruins of the place seemed to twist the gales, making them even colder than the barren wasteland that greeted you outside. Rexus shivered as he padded through the decaying ruins of the place. His paws were numb and he was soaked through. The fine covering of snow that had landed on his soot-coloured coat had now melted and he resembled a slightly drowned rat. An aura of death hung over the place and the mood was especially grim, it screamed at the passer-by not to enter, the air of this place was so foul most took a fleeting look at this place over their shoulders as they ran. Not Rexus, the kuhna had grown up with those that messed with Death, those that dared to try and bend her to their will. He grasped what little comfort he could from the fact most of his necromantic family were now, for want of a better phrase, six feet under.

Not that he was much better, he too had messed with Death more than once, sometimes in person. He wouldn't lie and say that his realm's personification of Death didn't terrify him, but that hadn't stopped him breaking her rules on more than one occasion. Upon closer inspection of the room, one would notice four candles, next to four stone bowls of water, surrounded by a ring of earth, and around that a layer of salt. Poor Rexus, he hated messing with Necromancy, Death would find out sooner or later and he'd be in deep water, figuratively.

Rexus Noir was a highly unusual kuhna in many ways, for start his birth place wasn't even in this realm. Infact it was a realm very different to Evelon. He was also the descendant of one of the darkest family in that realm, the Noirs. Thirdly he worked for his realms personification of Death, he was actually the only 'living' reaper she had. The others were the picture of the skeletal Reapers you saw upon Tarot cards. Ironically he did carry a Scythe, as they all did, his at the moment was leant against a piece of rubble, at times the troublesome thing seemed to have a mind of it's own, always tripping him up.  

He hated doing this, but in his mind there was no other choice in his mind, though that could easily be a side affect of living with the Noirs for years, they weren't famed for their sanity. The wind whipped around the damned place suddenly with more ferocity, perhaps sensing what he was intending to do. After a moment he placed a copper bowl in the center followed by a few crimson drops of blood, he was so used to it now he'd barely felt the pain as the knife bit into his skin. Almost immediately as the blood hit the bowl the candles extinguished, and the blood in the copper bowl set alight. He spoke a single name. "Natalia Wilcox." It was barely a whisper, barely more than a sound, yet the name echoed around the whole cathedral, sending blackened rats scurrying from their nests and rubble falling from the ceiling.

A ghost, a spirit, a presence, it didn't matter. She was here. Her pale face broke into a hesitant smile and a dark tuft of fur fell in front of her face as she sat by candles that she'd never be able to touch. She was already disappearing, paling by the very second.
"Rexus," Her wise, silver eyes were filled with concern."You've got to move on." She whispered.
"...I-I know."
After a complete silence Natalia sighed, standing up. She almost seemed to float, she was barely visible and everything about her seemed silvery, whether she'd always been like that or whether it was an effect being summoned had on her, no one aside from Rexus could tell. She grinned at him, pushing her reservations about how he was coping to one side. If he was willing to put both himself and her in danger just to see her, it didn't bode well. He had been the kind that wouldn't have put her in the slightest bit of danger if his life depended on it. "Well," She began in a teasing tone. Dodging behind a pillar, laughing. Rexus opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. Instead he jumped after her, giving a soft chuckle.

"You can do better than that, Rexus." She called teasingly, her voice retaining that gentle tone. She drifted though more rubble in the macabre place, it was almost odd how the dark place was suddenly filled with laughter. Natalia smiled, turning around to face him for a second, catching his gaze. "I'm sorry, Rexus." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Goodbye Natalia." The unfortunate Reaper attempted a smile, but it was only half hearted, he looked down for a moment.

When he finally looked up, she was gone. He swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head, akin to a dog shaking it's head to rid it's ears of water. He looked around the darkening cathedral, hopped up on a large black stone and sat down, his scythe suddenly by his side.

(Eh. D: Fail. I'll get better I swear. XP He'll get happier too, sorry for bein' so emo. D8;;)

[Shieba]

Cosma shivered slightly when she gazed upon the dark cathedral in front of her. This was not how she had envisioned her date with her beloved at all. She had been so delighted when he had told her he'd managed to be freed from his duties for at least an afternoon so he could spend some time with her; she had been delighted and she'd seen in his eyes that he felt the same, no matter how factual he had been stating that fact.

But then, just as they had left Whisper Forest to go to a place more sunny and bright and less eerie, Gemas had felt...something. He hadn't elaborated further and Cosma knew she probably wouldn't understand what was going on anyway, but she also didn't want their time cut short and so, she had simply followed when Gemas had turned sharply west and let them here. He hadn't tried to stop her, so Cosma hadn't felt like there was something dangerous about to happen, but now that they stood before the cathedral, she was afraid. "What...what is this place?"

"It is a place of darkness, of haunted creatures who fear the light. It is also a place of lost souls who wish to pass on to the afterlife. I come here often; to learn about the ways of death these lands have and I have taken our daughter here as well for training." He shook his head when he saw Cosma's horrified look. "Do not worry, my love. I have protected her well and, since she is of my blood, the place hasn't affected her as deeply as it would most other creatures. That said, I must investigate what strange power I have felt inside. You should probably return to the Chateau or at least wait here in safety."

Cosma felt her heart sink. "Do you have to? You might be the companion of the Grim Reaper, but this is not your world. Can't the gods of this realm care for their own problems? I...I want to be with you today."

Gemas sighed a bit sadly, but shook his head. "No, my love. This might not be my world, but death is known to all worlds there are alike. And what I felt was a disturbance; like a soul has been ripped from the afterlife. This is a grave offense; at least in my realm, and so I feel bound to find out what happened here. My master would do the same."

"Of course. Duty comes first..." Cosma gazed upon the cathedral, its black walls blocking the sunlight. She didn't want to go in there...but she also felt the need to stay by Gemas' side; both out of sheer determination to spend time with him and because she was, despite knowing that nothing would probably be able to harm him, concerned. "Can I...can I accompany you inside? I don't want to be a burden, but...I want to be part of your life. A greater part than what I am now, even though I know that your duty will always come first. I don't think I really grasp what it means to be companion to a god - to be the mirror of a god - for I am just the companion of a human, without any power. But maybe I can understand just a little more of it, of you, if I go with you?" Her voice was pleading, but she knew she would obey without trying again if he told her to stay away.

Gemas, however, didn't dismiss her plea. Instead, he seemed to think it over and finally nodded. "If that is your wish, I'd be happy to have you by my side. You are too good with me, bearing me no ill will even though my duties have once more ruined our time together. The least I can do is to try to show you why it has to be this way... However, dark creatures lurk inside the cathedral and I can not say what or who caused the strange power I felt. There is danger involved. But just as you placed my inner turmoils right now above your own wishes, I shall - and will always - place your safety over my duties. I know my master would understand. Stay very close to me; in fact, touch me, so I can teleport us out should we face something I feel I can not shield you completely from."

Cosma positively beamed with happiness, even though going into this place still gave her the creeps. However, she also felt perfectly safe - and so very loved. Gently, she rubbed her head against Gemas' neck and Gemas, while never been as open about displays of love, gently returned the gesture. She then entwined one of her tails with one of his; something she loved to do, especially when he actually had the time to sleep by her side at night. He gave her a last, questioning look, but she nodded and together, they entered the cathedral.

"I have masked my aura to the best of my abilities", Gemas murmured next to her ear, "but if someone has actively messed with the realm of the dead, I am not sure if I can conceal my presence fully."

Cosma nodded, but remained quiet. The cathedral was enormous and rubble was everywhere; the sunlight seeming dim and somewhat colder. This whole place was...hostile, for a better word. Still, she forced herself to remain calm, even when she could barely make out the entrance anymore. Gemas, however, seemed to know where he had to go and so, Cosma followed her love closely.

((Oh god bad post. D8 I never had to really write Gemas before. He is challenging my English skills to the max. D8))

[Mousen]

The small kuhna closed his eerie maroon eyes for a moment. Letting a mindset of self pity over take him for just a moment, he'd need time to make himself look small and helpless if he was going to try and appeal to Death's better nature. Ha! There was a good one, he'd have to remember that. Death's better nature, what next? Hope being vicious? Had he not been in such a depressing mood he might have snorted at his own little joke. Still, even if Natalia was gone and he was going to receive a good figurative lashing from Death Herself. Not something he was looking forward to, still maybe she'd wait to turn up, he'd have a good day or so regardless. Twenty four hours of peace didn't seem so bad, sure it was cold, but the main hall of the expansive ruin almost reminded him of his bedroom he'd had as a child. The feel of the place was the same. It was perhaps strange, macabre even for someone such as himself to feel at home in a place like this. It just showed how dark the Noir family home was, really.

The silence was almost a sound within itself, for it was so complete that nothing seemed to penetrate it, even his own breathing seemed deathly quiet, eaten up by the silence this place held. After a moment or two he turned his head, his ears flicking this way and that as he peered through the gloom. Finding nothing aside from a few rats he closed his eyes again, laying out upon a slab of stone. He wasn't asleep, even he would find it hard to sleep in a place such as this, that would be like standing atop a hill in copper armour during a thunderstorm back-talking Irony, possibly wasn't quite as dangerous as that, but the place was by no means safe.

Rexus' eyes snapped open and he rolled over suddenly as a crow chose that moment to caw unpleasantly, in a moment Rexus found himself in the dusty floor. He coughed as clouds of dust stuck to his pelt and he blinked the filth out of his eyes. 'Darn crow' He thought bitterly as both the crow's caw and his coughing echoed around the place. So much for how silent the place was, Rexus was just thankful he seemed to be alone, anyone else in this place may as well have had a blood hound and his scythe for how easy he'd be to find now. After a moment of thought he paused, his mind back on the crow, he really did hope it wasn't one of Death's, not only would be be chastised, he'd have been humiliated as well.

[Shieba]

Gemas had heard the crow, but what interested him more was the soft thud of something - or someone - hitting the ground after that. The source of the disturbance was near, too near. Normally he would have approached it head-on, but with Cosma with him, he instead beckoned her to follow him behind a large pillar that had fallen and served as an excellent hiding place.

Cosma and Gemas peered over the pillar and saw a Kuhna there who was covered in the dirt of the ground and was, right now, looking thoughtfully, though it luckily didn't stare into their direction.

"I've never seen a Kuhna looking like this one", Cosma whispered. "Is this who we are looking for?"

Gemas nodded. "Do you see the candles and the bowls? I can feel the remnants of magic clinging to them. A spell has been cast not too long ago which has breached the borders of the realm of the dead, even though I have never seen such a spell before. But this is also no mere mage casting dangerous spells - do you see the scythe? This one has control over the realm - it is possible that this Kuhna is what this world has as an equivalent to my master."

"This is a god? What was his name - Xa'ire?" Cosma stared. The Kuhna didn't seem that different, despite the looks.

"No. This being is not powerful enough to be a god." Gemas looked at Cosma. "I will speak to the Kuhna, there is no other way. Please stay close; even if it is able to reap souls, there is no way it is powerful enough to breach my guard around you."

Cosma nodded and leaned against Gemas for a second, enjoying the warmth and the protection. Then she stepped aside to let her beloved pass around the pillar.

Gemas released the suppression on his aura; it would be the only warning the Kuhna would get. Likewise, it would identify him to any being in a similiar profession to his as the Master of Death. Which he wasn't, but his aura resembled the one of his master almost entirely and anyone not of his world would surely not notice the difference. Next to him, Cosma, who had, for reasons Gemas could still not understand, always found his aura full of peace and relaxion when all other, living creatures who still clung to life normally fled from it, pressed instinctively closer to him, relishing the feeling. Then, with her next to him, he stepped out of his hiding place and approached the Kuhna without any haste or hesitation.

"You, who breached the boundary of life and death, what justification do you have for your actions?" Gemas kept his voice stern but neutral - he had no authority over a servant of the Master of Death of this realm, but he also would not stand idle to see the very rules of life and death violated. He stopped a few feet away from the Kuhna, keeping his distance with Cosma next to him.

[Mousen]

Rexus who should be used to shocks by now, let out something between a cat like screech and a yell of terror. He wasn't chicken, far from it, Rexus could be the very personification of bravery it was just that he was expecting someone alot different to the Fellox that stood before him. His wet, dusty fur still stood up on end despite his small effort to flatten it down, already he could feel some colour coming to is face, not that anyone would see it over his dark fur. Still, despite the fact that this fellox wasn't exactly Death Herself, it didn't mean that he wasn't a threat, even if his tone indicated neutrality.

"Oh," He muttered, looking faintly surprised, his expression suddenly from a protective, slightly indignant glare to the expression of a trapped animal; helpless. "Oh, I do have a good reason, Sir. It doesn't validate my actions one iota of what it should, even so, it is worth any reprimanding my own master might deem necessary." His tone was quiet and his slight accent was unplaceable. "Someone such as yourself will realize this is not my home, world, realm, dimension, whatever one wants to call it. I felt it necessary to see the woman I was once engaged to, before her life was taken cruelly from her. Things were very different where I came from. Just as were you came from will be different to both places." He was rambling now, his sentences barely made sense in connection with one another. "...Loss makes people act of of desperation." Rexus finished heavily. "I am no different."

As he spoke his expression seemed to crumple further though one wouldn't notice it in the half-light of the cathedral. He hoped whatever else this fellox had to say wouldn't bring about any more memories, Rexus needed to do anything but think. He sighed again, and sat down on the cold floor, he was still tense but the whole aim of it was to avoid picking a fight by any means possible. Almost not noticing it himself, Rexus placed a nervous paw on his scythe.

[Shieba]

Cosma was so startled by the Kuhna shouting in surprise that she almost jumped herself. Gemas had better control over himself, partially from experiences others had made with his aura. Still, it puzzled him why the Kuhna reacted so strongly - or who exactly the Kuhna was. At least he was sure now he was speaking to a male.

He was also surprised that the Kuhna was talking, rambling even. He nodded curtly when he heard the other one was from a different realm as well. Maybe things worked differently there? "Your master, you say?" If the Kuhna had mistaken him for his own master and yelled in fear of punishment, that would make sense. But it would also mean things worked very differently in the world he came from. "Who is that master of yours? In the world I hail from, the Master of Death is the Grim Reaper, overseeing the sorting of souls into heaven and hell, occasionally guiding them into the sorting hall himself. You seem to possess the power of reaping souls yourself, yet you are not the Master of Death, which is something which does not exist where I hail from. I wish to speak to your master."

Cosma had silently listened and knew her beloved well enough that he wanted to speak to that 'master' - whoever that was - because of what the Kuhna had done. She herself felt pity for the poor creature; surely seeing the one you loved if you had the ability to make it happen again couldn't be that much of a crime? Still, she didn't know anything about whatever laws Gemas and the Kuhna were speaking about. "Gemas? Is it that bad?" she finally dared to ask. "What he has done, I mean. It sounds...like something I would do as well, had I the power and were in his situation, having lost you." She gently leaned against him. "Love does make people do these things."

Gemas sighed, obviously not happy with Cosma taking sides in this. "My beloved, I am afraid you are in no place to judge here. Would he be a simple mage casting a dangerous spell, I would maybe even agree with you. But the power to reap, to send souls and care for them, comes with a heavy responsibility. Souls of those dead belong to the afterlife. What happened to him might be tragic, but it has happened to millions of people before. Death is an element of life. And life, my beloved, is something you have only once. Eternity is long, such is the nature of the afterlife. They will be reunited one day, proven that they get judged to live in heaven. At least this is how things are in my realm. To determine how grave his crime is, I need to speak with his master, the Grim Reaper of his world, to learn of the differences."

"So you would not use your power to see me, should I die?" Cosma asked, her voice a bit shaken. She glanced at the Kuhna who seemed so bend on avoiding conflict.

Gemas finally returned her gentle touch. "My love, I am allowed to walk freely through all realms of the afterlife. I could visit you all I want. But even if that opportunity would be ripped from me, I would respect the boundary, simply out of love to you." He turned to the Kuhna. "I do not know any of your world, but in all realms I have seen, souls are to be treated with care. Unless it is not so in your realm, you do realize that sending a soul back into the plane of the living could damage it?"

"Damage it...?" Cosma looked at the Kuhna. "I doubt he'd do that to his beloved."

"'Loss makes people act of desperation'", Gemas quoted, his voice unwavering. "My beloved, please let me handle this. You have no experience in this matter."

"Y-yes..." Cosma stepped back a bit, looking at the Kuhna with gentle eyes. She understood how he felt and was rather sad herself. Her love would not come for her... It was true, she understood nothing about life and death, but was it so wrong to place feelings before duty sometimes?

((I am sorry for my walls of text D8))

[Mousen]

"My Master, or should I say Mistress, is Death Herself, who sits on the Second Chair of The Fates, in the world I call home. It is about as easy to speak to her when you want to as to find Destiny chasing after a woman." Here, he paused, realizing his slight sarcasm would neither go down well, nor be fully understood. "Death petrifies me, and I'm used to her. She either turns up of her own accord or not at all, or sometimes at three past seven on a Tuesday." He swallowed. "The world I come from goes by many names, and has many places. It is ruled by The Fates, the most important being Fate Herself, followed by Death Herself and possibly Destiny Himself, depending on how The Fates are aligned that particular day. Under each Fate, there is those who help that Fate. Fate has Fate's Fool, a young boy by the name of Dreggs who happened to stumble across her Tarot Cards, Disease has her plague doctors, three evil beasts that started the plague which almost succeeded in ripping our world apart. Death has the Reapers, a thousand skeletal beasts coming in all forms, black robes, scythes, and all. Aside from myself, I am the only 'living' Reaper, if only because my family bent the rules of Death, which in turn snapped the rules of fate and the only way to even begin repairing those was to let me live."


Rexus shifted uncomfortably as the other fellox spoke, in some ways she carried the nativity that Natalia had done. The guilt which he might have been able to misplace until Death Herself caught up with him, seemed to be becoming very noticeable indeed.  

"I'm not a mage." He said on impulse, regretting it immediately. "I never have been. I'm a necromancer." He regretted those next words even more, if Necromancers were as hated in his realm as they were in his own he'd may as well served up his own head on a silver platter. "My world's Death seems to be doing a very good job on making sure I avoid her domain at all costs." At this, he snorted bitterly, his tone taking even himself by surprise. Withdrawn? Yes. Bitter? That was a very debatable point. "Though I'd like to assume she has a good reason for it." Death was cruel, she was cruel to be kind, but she was cruel nevertheless.

His gaze dropped to the floor, and he found himself unable to look either of them in the eye. Rexus opened his mouth to speak, to say anything in his own defence, but no sound came out. Instead he nodded pitifully.

((Eeeh. eDe;; I didn't mean to make him so Emo, but he just kinda ended up like that. Sorry. <333 And your walls of text are amazing~ <33 ))

[Shieba]

The system of the world the Kuhna was from managed to confuse Cosma completely. Gemas was surprised himself, but didn't let it show as much. "Death as a person? A woman? How...remarkable. Death is nothing but the opposite of life to me; a condition, if you so will." He then sighed. "So in other worlds, it is actually true that 'Grim Reapers' are skeletal beings? No wonder the Master of Death gets accused of looking as such. Which is, of course, complete nonsense." It was a matter which irked Gemas terribly; his master hid his face only behind his robes so that no one would recognize him when he wandered heaven and hell, lest he would be accused by a million souls for sending their beloveds to hell - or the ones hated by the inhabitants of hell to heaven.

Gemas pondered what to do now. If he had no opportunity to speak with the woman being Death, he felt as if he would have to do something about the situation himself. Even though so many differences seemed to reign between their realms, the fact that the master of the Kuhna was obviously disapproving of his actions was, in Gemas' eyes, enough for him to intervene. Especially since the Kuhna had avoided his question about souls taking damage. Seeing how his own master was too busy to look after him while he dwelled on Evelon, he suspected the Kuhna's master might have the same workload to handle, leaving the Kuhna unsupervised.

He sighed. "I do not even know what a 'necromancer' is. Yet it seems like you have little understanding of your matters, should at least some similiarities between our worlds exist. Are you not aware that the one you call Death keeps you out of her domain because you are alive? Do you not know what would happen to your soul, should it return from there, with your body?" He shook his head. "Of course, all might be different in your world, but if that would happen in mine, your soul would do everything to strive back into the afterlife, having touched it once. It would try to leave your body on its own, causing your body to bleed; bleed from your eyes, your ears, your mouth, from every opening of your body. It is an illness with death as its only cure, known to my world as Rarohenga, the Eternal Bleeding Curse."

Cosma stayed silent, even though it was hard for her to do. The Kuhna seemed to suffer enough; why did Gemas have to bother him with things which might not even hold true for the other creature? She understood he wanted to show the Kuhna the error of his ways, but Cosma had the feeling the Kuhna saw these well enough, shown to him by his own master. Why could Gemas not leave him be? The matter would be dealt with by the woman the Kuhna called Death, or so Cosma had understood.

Finally, she dared to voice her thoughts again. "Shouldn't we just leave his master deal with him?" she carefully asked. "Didn't you say that it wasn't your responsibility to meddle with other world's systems?"

"It is not, but if his master is a fickle as he describes her to be, he has to be stopped from further castings of this magic by any means - to protect the soul of the one he summons and because some boundaries should never be breached. I believe in what I do, my beloved." Gemas sighed. "You are a gentle soul, I know that, but this can not stand."

"I still don't see why not. Your laws might not even hold true for him! Don't you see he suffers?!" Cosma shook her head.

Gemas sighed. "My love, I see it was a mistake to have you taken with me. Your innate compassion for all living things clouds your vision here. Please leave me to my duty. Perhaps I should teleport you out."

Cosma took a step back, breaking their contact. She couldn't really believe this was happening; was the man she knew as such kind and caring towards her and their daughter so devoid of emotion for others that only laws and duty mattered? "I...I don't want to leave! Gemas, what is wrong with you? I don't know you like that! You're not as cruel as that, I know you better!" She retreated towards the Kuhna, knowing fully well she could do little if he decided to take her away from the scene, but trying to make her statement nontheless.

Gemas watched her, seemingly indifferent, but inwardly cringing at the turn of events. Of course Cosma didn't understand; she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. She was not holding his responsibility and she could not estimate what could happen when the Kuhna kept up his behavior. Truly, neither could Gemas, at least not as long as he didn't get good information about what happened to the souls summoned and the damage they took, but he wasn't going to take chances. "My love, I assure you, it is necessary. Now please return to my side so I can protect you."

Cosma hesitated. Gemas wouldn't trick her, but... She glanced at the Kuhna. "Do you belive so little in your own actions that you can't do anything but cover? Is it true what Gemas says and that the soul of your beloved gets damaged through whatever you do? If not, then why do you not stand proudly; for love is something to be proud of."

Gemas sighed again. Was Cosma...rebelling? This was getting bothersome.

((I have no idea what is going on with my Felloxes either. I'm sorry. D8))

[Mousen]

"According to my cousin she's rather nice looking, too. Though, Rubius is rarely sane enough to say anything aside from 'All hail sloe gin!', so his opinion counts for naught." It was rather surprising how he managed to keep a straight face while speaking of this, in hindsight the tense atmosphere would have even made Rubius himself serious. "Person being a very lose term, she is very different to the other Grim Reapers. Yes, they do tend to be the classic skeletal beings, I do believe I once even caught site of a Fox Reaper..." Had it not been so fur-less, it probably would have been cute.

Rexus couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as the fellox, admitted to not truly knowing what a Necromancer was, and really, unless he demanded an answer, there was no real need to tell him. "I apologise, I merely meant she won't let me die, on my twenty first birthday I managed to swallow a bottle of solanine," Again there was no need for him to reveal exactly how he'd managed to swallow concentrated Deadly Night Shade, not without blackening his name further. "Still, I'm not dead." Then there were the thirteen days that followed Natalia's death, each day had been one attempt at death after another, that was possibly the only time he'd ever managed to keep Death Herself on her toes as it were. " Though, I think something of the sort happened to my great uncle Lucifer. Always been fond of bending the rules, the Noirs, not so much myself as the others. Poetic irony, almost how I work now work under the thing they've murdered, enslaved, to avoid. The very thing which they feared the most. They did anything to avoid Death, they went mad, they went blind, they deafened themselves with the screeching of crows and none of us escaped the avoidance of Death, not completely. None of us are fully sane, not anymore. Not a single person escaped the inhumane acts that were inflicted upon stranger and brother alike. All to avoid something which I have been seeking for a long while now. "

Rexus could do little but watch as the felloxes argued back and fourth, as the female fellox stepped toward him, he took a hesitant step back. "Ma'am-" He began is his quietest voice, soon he was cut off by her.

"T-t-there is a significant chance of a small amount of damage, yes.  I cannot be proud of such a selfish act,  whether it's motive was honourable or not."

(Y'know my whole you need the dark to see the light bit? Yeah, we'll go with that. xD;; And do you think I should put a PG-13 or a PG tag on this just because we might depress everyone and make them hang themselves? D8;;  )

[Shieba]

Gemas listened to the Kuhna and finally settled his impression on the fact that he was not really sane. That, and very disrespectful of his master. Gemas felt the urge to reprimand him for that, but then again, he knew nothing of that woman called Death. Still, if someone spoke of his master like that, this would be a great offense.

He was, however, really interested in what a 'necromancer' now was, if that led him to the spell the Kuhna had casted. But before Gemas could ask, the Kuhna rambled on, about great uncles and his family. Gemas paid attention, learning why exactly the other creature seemed not quite right in the head. Avoiding death? He sighed. Mortals were so...so foolish.

"Why would they want to avoid death?" Cosma asked, honestly confused and Gemas felt himself forgiving his beloved a bit more. "It is such a nice feeling; this aura. So calm, so peaceful. I love to bask in it. I do fear dying, as I imagine it painful, but why should I be afraid of something that brings such peace?" Gemas had suppressed his aura again after he had startled the Kuhna with it so much and she missed it. He had explained to her that she was, strangely, the only one feeling this way, but she had trouble to believe that. It was just too nice for that.

Gemas sighed when the Kuhna admitted that damage might be done. He saw Cosma rising to ask a question, but interupted her. "Then it is the same as in my world, maybe? My beloved, let me try to explain to you then how it is in our world, maybe it will also help to grow understanding in this man, should it be the same in his." He beckoned her to come over once more and Cosma slowly came back to him. "See, my love, there are reasons why all mortal beings live only one life. There is, normally, no rebirth. Exceptions are made for starchildren - children who died before they were born. My sister and the Master of Life take care of them. Everyone else stays in the afterlife after death, for their souls would take damage if they were reborn or otherwise summoned to the realm of the living. Imagine a glass of water. If you would suddenly pick it up with vigor, you would spill a few drops. That is what happens when souls get forced back from the afterlife. It does not have an impact if it happens once or twice, but if done continuously, the damage adds up - you would see the glass of water emptying steadily. Such happens with the souls. They do not fade, but they get, shall I say, paler. They slowly lose their emotions, their personality. At first, everything seems to be like when you are tired, but more and more, their actions become only routines, with no lifeforce behind it anymore. If forced through the extreme until there is nothing of their shine left, you end up with a creature merely a living, breathing puppet without emotions."

Cosma stared. "That...that's horrible!"

Gemas nodded. "And this is why I must stop him from summoning his love. He might be delighted in seeing her smile at him again, but with each summoning, her smile will dim a little. And when one day, he will finally be allowed to die, he might find nothing more than a shell of what the woman he had loved had once been. Do you really wish for such a fate for him? For her? All life ends, even his will one day. He might suffer now, but what are years compared to eternity?" His gaze grew gentle. "And this is why I would never summon you, even if you would be ripped from me. You have the most beautiful, shining soul, my love. I would never do anything that would dim its light, even if it would cause me grief."

"Gemas..." Cosma sighed. "I understand." Happily, she closed her eyes and nuzzled him, glad she had not been mistaken in him after all. He did care - he took his duty seriously because he cared. Gemas returned the gesture gently. Enjoying his caress, she looked at the Kuhna. "Is it in your world like this, too? Then...you should stop, out of love?"

((Pssh, I will make everyone happy with the MUSH! XD But throw a tag up just in case, I think.))

[Mousen]

Rexus hated Death Herself, well, he wasn't fond of her. Her sombre, almost kind manner could change in an instant, to be something cruel and harsh, she was as fickle as the souls she reaped and had an inbuilt hatred for the Noirs, the only people that managed to escape her, even if it was only for a while. She didn't hate Rexus, she had saved him after all, whether that was to spite the Noirs further or because it actually wasn't his time remained to be seen.

"Most people," he paused. "Most people that haven't seen Death, as perhaps someone as yourself has, fear it, atleast in my world, because it's the unknown. It's a childish fear really, but it is one which has caused early graves for many."

As the first fellox began to speak, he could almost feel the guilt weighing him down, the regret constricting his breathing. Rexus took a sharp breath, making a small strangled noise, not even realizing he did so. His ears flattened against his skull and for a moment he looked rather vulnerable. He looked very, very lost.


From back of the caliginous cathedral, came a small scuffle, akin to the sound of someone tripping over a rat (Rexus knew from experience that rats being tripped over made a very distinct sound). The kuhna's head whipped around, and  for a moment his fur stood on end. He curled his paw around his scythe and prayed that some other reaper hadn't turned up to rub salt into his wounds, not that he didn't deserve it.

"You!" The voice shrieked, obviously female, obviously furious. The Mini Renref jumped easily over the piece of rubble Rexus was stood behind, she was very large for a Mini Fenref, she stood a little taller than the unfortunate kuhna. Her stance was protective and she gazed at the two fellox with contempt. "You, with the funny mask and the pink fur! I don't care what 'e's done. I don't care if 'e's stolen, murdered, sent your freakin' Uncle George to hell! It doesn't matter what 'e's done for all I care, 'cos I'm goin' ta stand by 'im whether it's the last thing I ever do on this damn bitter world! 'E, Rexus, flippin' Noir is my cousin, but 'e may as well be me brother. An' 'e's 'ad enough trouble, heartbreak, and agony in 'is short life to triple whatever you've 'ad! And you could be the re-incarnation of... Cleopatra! And 'e'd still make your life look pretty darn good. 'E just deserves a break every now and then, right? It's not much to ask for. 'E deserves alot more than you know, inspite of what ever 'e's done to you, e's a good kid. A really good kid, with a heart bigger than 'e knows himself. Whatever wrong 'e's done, well, bet your bottom keystone that 'e knows about it! And 'll spend the rest of 'is life trying to put it back at rights!" At this moment the fenref seemed to run out of breath, she turned her features up into a snarl and let out a soft, if slightly forlorn growl.

Now, he did not deserve that. If anything Tamorah's ferocious, complete loyalty towards him was worse than having his wrongs thrown back at him. "T-T-Tam, d-don't, please. T-that's not true."
"Don' expect me to think that Natalia wouldn't 'ave done the same, 'ad the situation been reversed. She could be a selfish brat at times, Rexus and don't you go sayin' otherwise. 'Cos you'd be lying to yourself. Infact she'd be summoning you alot more times than you 'ave 'er."
Rexus just shook his head, realizing it was futile to argue against his cousin.

((Eeeh. D8;; Sorry for the fact that Tamorah speaks with quite a heavy accent, it might be hard for you to read? D8;; If it helps she misses her H's of the front of everything? xP;; Also, I know poor Gemas isn't pink~ <33 Tamorah is just really, really annoyed, since she's super protective. xD;;;))

[Shieba]

"It's true I feared death like probably most creatures have in their lives before I learned who Gemas was", Cosma agreed with Rexus. "I am sorry that you seem rather...unhappy about the woman you call Death. We Felloxes are mirrors to the one we are companions to, so the Master of Death of Gemas' world is supposed to be just like Gemas here...kind and dutiful." She smiled inwardly when Gemas laughed lightly before looking at the Kuhna again, feeling a bit guilty. Surely it wasn't nice for him to watch a couple in love when he had lost the one he loved? She also noticed how crushed he looked when Gemas spoke and hope flared up in her. Surely, this kind soul would stop endangering the soul of his beloved?

And then, suddenly, this Mini Fenref turned up. Cosma almost jumped in surprise while Gemas, having felt the life aura of the one approaching from a mile before, merely sighed. Both Felloxes listened silent to the other pet suddenly shrieking at them; Cosma still taken by surprise and Gemas believing that conversation would be easier when the other pet has vented. Still, he was slightly confused. Pink? Neither he nor Cosma were pink. And a funny mask? Was there someone here he hadn't noticed before who had an uncle named George? Maybe the Fenref just needed glasses. Listening to the Fenref made one thing clear, though: She had, obviously, no idea about death either. And while he could easily forgive Cosma because she just meant so very well (and because he was ridiculously in love with her, but Gemas refused to accept that this was part of his reasoning), the Fenref was nothing but a bother to him now that he had obviously managed to get some sense into the Kuhna.

"Lady, I beg your pardon", Gemas said after the Fenref had finally calmed down. "But I believe you are not completely informed and also not knowledable enough about the matters we are discussing here to be able to contribute. I understand your need to protect your cousin, but I am afraid you are wrong. While he indeed seems to know what he has done wrong, he obviously doesn't intend to 'spend the rest of his life trying to put it back right'. In fact, I am quite sure that he will abuse his position again to summon a soul from the world beyond."

Cosma looked at the Fenref. She doubted Gemas' words were even affecting her, she seemed too enraged to listen to reason and her beloved was a bit helpless when it came to such a situation. Maybe she could help? "What my beloved is saying", she tried, "is that we're not here to punish your cousin for his deeds - while Gemas might feel that punishment is in order, he's not in the position to do anything. I gather that this Natalia is the one your cousin has been summoning? It looks like you knew her as well. Do you really want her soul to take damage? You might not find the same person you knew in the afterlife if this goes on like that." At least Cosma hoped she got that right. "We're trying to help. We don't want your friend's soul to take damage. Don't you want to see her again after death? What if she has changed so much due to the summoning that she won't even be able to feel happiness anymore? Wouldn't that be sad? I admit I don't understand all of this, either, but I understand enough to see that, while he feels the need to do so right now, your cousin will, in the long run, regret it deeply that he summoned his love when he will be faced with the consequences one day."

((Oh god, monologues. D8 I is sorry. DDDDDD8))

[Mousen]

Tamorah, slightly out of breath from her rant just growled a little. "I know more about death than most. It's not up to the standard of my cousin, or you for that matter, but it's still enough to fill a leaflet or something." Her accent was considerably less so when she was calm, it was just there around the edges, lilting her voice ever so slightly. "You don't know that for sure." She said stubbornly. Refusing to admit that it was very likely he would summon her again.

"Tam," Rexus said, suddenly, his eyes still focused on the floor. "Do you know where Rubius is?" Rubius was Rexus' other cousin and Tamorah's half brother. He was a magnet for trouble and was quite often in the silliest scrapes possible, sometimes the scrapes he got into were even impossible. Yet, somehow, he managed it.

"Um... Under a leylandii conifer, I think. You know he can sleep anywhere."

She didn't think Rexus was purposely ignoring the purple fellox, he was probably just trying to focus out, trying not to think about anything.

The female fellox was right, they both were really. It wasn't as if either of them didn't know that, Tamorah was both too loyal to Rexus and too stubborn to admit it, and Rexus was possibly too lost to acknowledge it.
"We know," Tamorah said after a moment of silence. "We know. Yes, Natalia is the one he's been summoning, I knew her as did every other person down in that village. She was known for being rather pretty, not well known as such. Still, any person going on looks alone would have picked her over someone such as myself." After a moment Tamorah paused, looking back at Rexus. It was then she stepped forward toward the two felloxes, her voice little above a whisper. "None of us, Rexus included, are all together there. You know what I mean? We're all a little bit mental to put things bluntly. I'm probably best off, I'm a little bit unpredictable, a little bit scatty too. Rubius, my half-brother, has it the worst, he's more than a bit dolally. He's not completely crazy, but he's still a bit scrambled up top. Rexus isn't completely mad, but he's certainly depressed and a little unhinged. There was a rumour, a mere rumour that anyone carrying the Noir's name would be sentenced to eternally rot in hell, which is stupid. You and I, and the one next to you can both see that. No one is condemned due to their last name, it's madness! But Rexus is convinced, completely convinced that after he goes so to speak he ain't ever going to see Natalia again. You'd think being a favourite of Death's would earn you some favours... Daft, delusional kuhna. He really worries me, sometimes."

Rexus was concentrating on blocking out whatever Tamorah didn't want him to hear, but the female fellox's words he heard, despite the fact he didn't want the reality of the situation thrown at him. "I honestly don't intend to summon her more than than three times, you know. I really don't."

((Sorry for the wait. ^^;; ~ <333 ))

[Shieba]

Cosma felt some sort of connection with the Fenref after her words. She only knew what Gemas had told her and what she had seen, but this was already enough to give her some knowledge about things normal mortal beings shouldn't know. It was probably the same for the Fenref; since Gemas didn't seem to feel the need to unleash his judgement on her in the way he had at the Kuhna, this probably meant the Fenref had no power about death either. "We do share that, then", she therefore said. "And no, we don't know for sure if he will summon her again or not. But we got the impression that he would from the conversation we had with him so far."

Gemas and Cosma then listened to the Fenref's explanation. Gemas nodded inwardly. So his notion that the Kuhna wasn't completely mentally stable had been right. This was bothersome. Someone in his position and then not able to focus clearly on this important duty...this was bad. But talking had had an effect, after all, so maybe there was a possibility to make him change his ways. "I do not know what it means to be 'Death's favourite', since your world isn't mine", he began, louder than the Fenref to make sure the Kuhna heard, "but you are right that at least in my world, a name means nothing when it comes to judging the soul at the end of life. It is not birth but virtue that makes a difference. If he will never see his beloved again, it will not be because of his family but because of the path he chose alone."

Gemas stepped forward a bit, concentrating. This was not his world, even if he was assigned to it right now and this Kuhna wasn't even from here, either. But since the Kuhna was something akin to his master and himself, Gemas saw no reason why he would break a rule in sensing the soul of the Kuhna more closely. He could not simply summon the book to take a look at the records of sins and good deeds of the Kuhna, for he was not from Gemas' world, but Gemas was used to judge by just seeing souls.

Cosma waited patiently, having a hunch what Gemas was doing, since she had seen him doing it before. Hoping the Kuhna wouldn't be too unsettled by Gemas staring at him, she tried to distract him by asking him about his last statement. "What do you mean by 'summoning her more than three times'? In total? Or three more times? How often have you summoned her, anyway?"

Gemas returned to her side without a sound. Cosma knew it was useless to try to pry the information of what he had seen from him; he wouldn't give anything away to someone not authorized to know. But he didn't seem all that unhappy, so she supposed there was still hope for the Kuhna's soul and his fears were, at least for now, not about to become reality. "Gemas just got a look at your soul and how pure it is", she explained, hoping she was right. "He won't tell even me what he saw, but he's looking not that upset, so cheer up, you're obviously not going to hell just yet."

[Posts recorded until here]

[Mousen]

Tamorah considered it for a moment. "Aye" She said. "I suppose we do share that. I don't know, perhaps, perhaps not. 'E is too unpredictable for his own good."

Rexus shook his head slowly. "I'm not 'Death's Favourite', merely the highest ranking subordinate she has." It was probably best for him to be a little unhinged, those that weren't didn't seem to last long. Their world's seemed to be very far apart. Rexus' world was built on a basis of impractically, Fate and more luck than was healthy. Many a philosopher had wondered if Mire (Rexus' world) was just one very, very large joke. A joke which none of them seemed to be in on yet. "Your entire family hasn't been condemned though, has it?" Though the it hadn't been intended, the words came out in a sharp snap.

Rexus took a step back, pressing himself harder up against a bit of rubble, he looked up giving the fellox a hard look. When Cosma spoke he glanced briefly her way, his nerve breaking. Quickly he looked down, his maroon eyes once again focusing on the floor. "Oh, sorry. Well, I gave myself a limit so I wouldn't--" He swallowed. "So I wouldn't damage her soul more than she could cope with." Atleast that's what he'd been telling himself. That's what he'd promised her and himself, whether he could stick to that was another thing entirely. "Twice. I've summoned her twice."

His ears flattened against his skull and he looked to the second fellox then back to the first, his expression one of shock. "W-w-what? R-really?" He stuttered, still looking slightly bewildered. As if the thought that he wasn't condemned was something he hadn't even considered. The fact that he wasn't going to end up the same as the others of the Noir family seemed almost impossible. It had taken him completely and utterly by surprise and already his mind was trying to point out the fact that the fellox was probably lying-- she had to be lying, right? What if she wasn't lying, though? What if the purple fellox had really seen his soul?

Rexus wasn't even sure what the afterlife of his realm was life, he didn't even know if there was a hell. He knew there was an afterlife (obviously) he just had no idea what it was like. The other Reapers knew, they'd seen it themselves, but he, he was completely ignorant of such things. He didn't have the ability to see people's souls. Infact he didn't even have the ability to see people's auras, (which he assumed where different from souls) something most Reapers took for granted. His necromancy was all he had in a way.

"Told you so." Tamorah's grin was smug. He'd come around and accept it eventually.

(Fail. x3;;)