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She chuckled. "I never tidy up, and my realm isn't even technically corporeal. I like it here." She gave him a smile so warm one might forget she was Death. 

"I love tea! But you know that. What have you been up to? I've been trying not to spy."

She really did love this wonderful mortal. Who else called her a dearest friend and really meant it? 

"Y’know, I should prooobably have some good official-sounding excuse," she drawled cheerily, "but truth be told I really just missed your company."

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She really did love this wonderful mortal. Who else called her a dearest friend and really meant it? 

"Y'know, I should prooobably have some good official-sounding excuse," she drawled cheerily, "but truth be told I really just missed your company."

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Ms. Death? Is dying...dying scary?

"Dying is… sorta like the end of a movie. Sometimes it’s a happy ending, but you’re still sad the movie’s over. Other times, it’s surprising and scary, like a jump scare at the end of a horror movies. Some people don’t like the movie, so they turn it off before they get to the ending, and sometimes they wished they hadn’t. Sometimes the movie doesn’t end the way people wanted or expected, and sometimes there are a lot of plotholes and things the person wished the movie had wrapped up before it ended. But for everyone, once you get over the fact that the movie’s over, you still got to watch a movie, and then you get up, stretch your arms, clean up the popcorn, and move on with doing other things."

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"I am too. But the thing about being Death is you don't really need to lie that much. Honesty's easier. Plus people distrust me enough as it is. Really, I can't see why, I'm not sneaky or underhanded or anything. At the most I'm sudden. Everyone LOVES Desire, but then, It IS Desire, so love comes with the territory..."

So rambling, she made her way out onto the street, balancing on the edge of the curb like a tightrope walker and gazing happily up into the labyrinthine structure above them.

"I hope y'don't mind convicted criminals," she called over her shoulder.

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She rolled her eyes and gave him an exasperated half-smile. “You’re a bad liar,” she remarked. “But then, it could just be me: I’ve seen ‘em all.”

She collected their garbage, beckoning he follower her as she made her way to the door. 

"What should I do today?" she mused, turning to glance his way for suggestions. "Maybe visit some people. I’d like to go to the top of one of these buildings. Last time I was mortal tall buildings didn’t have sidewalks between them. Do you have class?"

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She rolled her eyes and gave him an exasperated half-smile. "You're a bad liar," she remarked. "But then, it could just be me: I've seen 'em all."

She collected their garbage, beckoning he follower her as she made her way to the door. 

"What should I do today?" she mused, turning to glance his way for suggestions. "Maybe visit some people. I'd like to go to the top of one of these buildings. Last time I was mortal tall buildings didn't have sidewalks between them. Do you have class?"

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She smirked, plucking the ankh out of his hand and looping it around her neck with the barest sigh of relief. “I’m 14.6 billion years old, omniscient, and my siblings fight a lot. You pick up a trick or two,” she quipped back. All traces of hostility had fallen away, and once again she was back to chattering away in that hyper-yet-calm way.

She chewed a lip at his question. “Most’a the time it just sort of… HAPPENS. See, to take a mortal day, one person has to die a day early. Painless, usually stroke in their sleep or something. But then I get whatever they were supposed to die of. Usually it’s still pretty basic, heart attacks, accidents. Once or twice I got in the way of some soldiers or a murderer. Those are always interesting. But I never have to orchestrate it. It just… is.” She shrugged. “Don’t you go planning anything either!” she said suddenly, jabbing a finger at him. “Death’s supposed to be a surprise, just like life!”

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She smirked, plucking the ankh out of his hand and looping it around her neck with the barest sigh of relief. "I'm 14.6 billion years old, omniscient, and my siblings fight a lot. You pick up a trick or two," she quipped back. All traces of hostility had fallen away, and once again she was back to chattering away in that hyper-yet-calm way.

She chewed a lip at his question. "Most'a the time it just sort of... HAPPENS. See, to take a mortal day, one person has to die a day early. Painless, usually stroke in their sleep or something. But then I get whatever they were supposed to die of. Usually it's still pretty basic, heart attacks, accidents. Once or twice I got in the way of some soldiers or a murderer. Those are always interesting. But I never have to orchestrate it. It just... is." She shrugged. "Don't you go planning anything either!" she said suddenly, jabbing a finger at him. "Death's supposed to be a surprise, just like life!"

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"Well, being bombarded with memories that BELONG TO ME won’t help you kill your mom," she said bluntly, giving the matter the serious consideration of someone who had never been in that position. "Either way, your authorities by now have so much technology, you’d be hard-pressed to get away with it."

She looked up, brow and lips quirked in a grin far more mischievous than any of her previous expressions. “But seeing as I’m gonna die at the end of these twenty four hours anyway… why not do it right in front’a her? Would sure make it confusing if I appeared tomorrow in my Endless form.”

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"Well, being bombarded with memories that BELONG TO ME won't help you kill your mom," she said bluntly, giving the matter the serious consideration of someone who had never been in that position. "Either way, your authorities by now have so much technology, you'd be hard-pressed to get away with it."

She looked up, brow and lips quirked in a grin far more mischievous than any of her previous expressions. "But seeing as I'm gonna die at the end of these twenty four hours anyway... why not do it right in front'a her? Would sure make it confusing if I appeared tomorrow in my Endless form."

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"Years feel the same to us. When we’re on the mortal plane, we experience time the same way you do. And no one came in to hurt him. Everyone else was hurt. You remember that sleeping sickness that was rampant in the mid to late twentieth century? My brother is Dream. He returned to the Dreaming half-dead, with an entire aspect of reality to repair. That was terrifying. But you’re mortal, and you only have finite time as a living human. So it makes sense you’d want to avoid as much pain as possible."

She furrowed her brows, thinking. Then grinned. “If you want, we could mess with her! Oh, Desire WILL be proud of me.”

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"Years feel the same to us. When we're on the mortal plane, we experience time the same way you do. And no one came in to hurt him. Everyone else was hurt. You remember that sleeping sickness that was rampant in the mid to late twentieth century? My brother is Dream. He returned to the Dreaming half-dead, with an entire aspect of reality to repair. That was terrifying. But you're mortal, and you only have finite time as a living human. So it makes sense you'd want to avoid as much pain as possible."

She furrowed her brows, thinking. Then grinned. "If you want, we could mess with her! Oh, Desire WILL be proud of me."

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She pursed her lips, lifted a brow contemplatively. “About seventy five years ago my little brother escaped from being kept in a glass bottle with no food furniture or sentient contact for about eighty years. It was very scary, I couldn’t talk to him or visit or help. I guess for you it’s like being inside the bubble.”

She shrugged. “I’m not gonna say it’s a good or bad idea to kill her, ‘cause it’s not my job to take or save lives, just collect the dead ones. But you don’t need my ankh to do it. And stealing the sigil of Death herself is rude.”

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She pursed her lips, lifted a brow contemplatively. "About seventy five years ago my little brother escaped from being kept in a glass bottle with no food furniture or sentient contact for about eighty years. It was very scary, I couldn't talk to him or visit or help. I guess for you it's like being inside the bubble."

She shrugged. "I'm not gonna say it's a good or bad idea to kill her, 'cause it's not my job to take or save lives, just collect the dead ones. But you don't need my ankh to do it. And stealing the sigil of Death herself is rude."

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"Look Carter, you’re really smart, but you’re also a complete idiot. Trust an omniscient being to know. That ankh won’t give you any kinda power over your mother. I know you’ve wanted me to come for her for years, and there were a couple times you were close to sending her my way. But a flood of knowledge beyond your comprehension is not gonna help you push her down a dozen flights of stairs. You can do that as a mortal."

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"Look Carter, you're really smart, but you're also a complete idiot. Trust an omniscient being to know. That ankh won't give you any kinda power over your mother. I know you've wanted me to come for her for years, and there were a couple times you were close to sending her my way. But a flood of knowledge beyond your comprehension is not gonna help you push her down a dozen flights of stairs. You can do that as a mortal."

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She rolled her eyes. “The guy who took it last time thought he was gonna become super powerful with it. Something about “life eternal” and “eradication of good versus evil.” He was just pissy that I made him walk back home from the end of time, but that’s what you get when you try to kill an innocent kid while I’m trying to clean stuff up… anyway, you’re not gonna have anything to gain from it, and it could make you a target for some people I can guarantee you are’t prepared to handle.”

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She rolled her eyes. "The guy who took it last time thought he was gonna become super powerful with it. Something about "life eternal" and "eradication of good versus evil." He was just pissy that I made him walk back home from the end of time, but that's what you get when you try to kill an innocent kid while I'm trying to clean stuff up... anyway, you're not gonna have anything to gain from it, and it could make you a target for some people I can guarantee you are't prepared to handle."

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"Well those memories have gotta go somewhere," she snapped. "And if I don’t get a new ankh, you’ll start absorbing ‘em. And if you think Delirium’s got a hold on you now, just wait until billions of years of trillions of deaths a minute start popping up in your head."

Plus, her siblings would notice, if they were paying attention, and she wouldn’t put it past Desire to keep an extra close eye on her on days like today.

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"Well those memories have gotta go somewhere," she snapped. "And if I don't get a new ankh, you'll start absorbing 'em. And if you think Delirium's got a hold on you now, just wait until billions of years of trillions of deaths a minute start popping up in your head."

Plus, her siblings would notice, if they were paying attention, and she wouldn't put it past Desire to keep an extra close eye on her on days like today.

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A new look spread over her face. Not the terrifying, icy rage of her little brother or Desire’s murderous smirk. It was the face she often wore while lecturing Dream, and was regularly accompanied by a smack to the head. 

"Well first, I shouldn’t have to give you a REASON why you should be nice to people. That’s the POINT of being nice to people. You don’t just steal their stuff after they take you out for pizza. That’s a shitty thing to do.

"Second, be lucky it’s ME you’re pulling this on, because believe it or not, I’m the nicest immortal you’re gonna meet. You try this on anyone from any other plane realm or pantheon, and you’ll meet a fate worse than Prometheus and Lokis’ combined.

"Third, that’s my sigil. It’s a physical representation of my nature as an Endless. The last time someone stole it while I was mortal, it became hard to remember things. This was a hundred years ago in New York, so it was easy to find street vendors selling cheap ankhs, so it didn’t have a chance to get too bad, but I didn’t feel well for awhile there, and random memory loss isn’t an aspect of mortality I really wanna repeat.

"And finally, ‘cause I don’t have patience for people who try to play stupid games of manipulation with me."

She crossed her arms over her skinny chest and glared at the human, brow quirked and lips pursed.

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A new look spread over her face. Not the terrifying, icy rage of her little brother or Desire's murderous smirk. It was the face she often wore while lecturing Dream, and was regularly accompanied by a smack to the head. 

"Well first, I shouldn't have to give you a REASON why you should be nice to people. That's the POINT of being nice to people. You don't just steal their stuff after they take you out for pizza. That's a shitty thing to do.

"Second, be lucky it's ME you're pulling this on, because believe it or not, I'm the nicest immortal you're gonna meet. You try this on anyone from any other plane realm or pantheon, and you'll meet a fate worse than Prometheus and Lokis' combined.

"Third, that's my sigil. It's a physical representation of my nature as an Endless. The last time someone stole it while I was mortal, it became hard to remember things. This was a hundred years ago in New York, so it was easy to find street vendors selling cheap ankhs, so it didn't have a chance to get too bad, but I didn't feel well for awhile there, and random memory loss isn't an aspect of mortality I really wanna repeat.

"And finally, 'cause I don't have patience for people who try to play stupid games of manipulation with me."

She crossed her arms over her skinny chest and glared at the human, brow quirked and lips pursed.

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She looked in surprise at the place where her sigil had once been, up into the eyes of the mortal who now clutched it. She blinked, then smiled again, unerringly optimistic.

"Could you give that back please?" she asked with far more politeness than the situation warranted. "The guy who kidnapped me last time tried that. There’s no power in it, but I get really uncomfortable without it, and I do want to have a nice day today."

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She looked in surprise at the place where her sigil had once been, up into the eyes of the mortal who now clutched it. She blinked, then smiled again, unerringly optimistic.

"Could you give that back please?" she asked with far more politeness than the situation warranted. "The guy who kidnapped me last time tried that. There's no power in it, but I get really uncomfortable without it, and I do want to have a nice day today."

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She nodded. “Still, not best to be idealized either, y’know? Hatred or desperation aren’t ways you want to receive a new soul. The point of me is to give lives meaning. If no one died, no one would live either. So when people run to me, they’re missing the whole point of why I even exist.”

She stood, stretched, feeling muscles, real muscles, move in her back. “I’ll tell ya one thing though: you’re at least better than the gods. THEY think they’ll never die. Some of ‘em barely talk to me, they’re so scared. Ah well. You comin’?”