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When; Afternoon, April 9th
Rating; G
Characters; Cipher [un_icarus] and Katou [k_a_t_o_u]
Summary; After the comments in this post, Cipher and Katou meet at the fountains.
Log;

Right- facts first. The guy who'd commented on the post he'd thrown up was- couldn't be human. Humans didn't die three times and come back to life and walk around like nothing was wrong, if there wasn't a Reaper around they just became hungry ghosts and that was that. And he'd mentioned angels, too; what was it about angels and deaths?

Ah, right. They didn't die true deaths unless a Reaper got them, and that almost never happened.

Still. Facts. Once he got those sorted out everything else would make sense- it usually did, after all. To begin with: The dead guy (thrice dead, Cipher noted, trying to shake of the feeling of unease he'd been getting all the time he'd been here) had asked to meet at the fountains. Looking down at his hands, Cipher wondered for a second-

-And then looked back up, a slight twitch at the edge of his lips all the smiles he'd be giving for the time being. "Still works, then," he murmured, feeling the cold stone he was sitting on. Teleportation, what a useful skill.

Almost nervously, he glanced around. Like when he'd first came here, the dates for everyone he saw were messed up. The year he was from and the years they showed, the way they were dead (and not) at the same time...

He could feel a headache coming on. Groaning slightly, he pulled himself up. Blond and Japanese the dead guy may have been, but all he needed to confirm what he'd said was- Ah- there it was. Thrice dead, and it showed. Walking over to where the man was standing, he paused.

"You're-"

Walking dead- inhuman, human, I can't tell. Why?

"-that guy who commented?"

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Katou had walked to the fountain. He could have flown with the wings he'd gotten after eating a piece of Alexiel's wing, but even though he considered himself a monster thanks to his plant body, he still wanted to be human, even in small ways.

The teen looked over as Cipher approached. Must be the guy, same as the pictures on the network anyways. He dug for his pack of cigarettes as he replied to the reaper.

"Yep, it's me." He puased as he pulled out a cigarette from the pack and put it up to his lips, now rummaging for where he put his lighter.

"What's your name, anyways? You didn't say it over the comments."

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Eyes flicking from the cigarette to the lighter and back again, Cipher shrugged. "I- Cipher," he said, looking away almost pointedly. "'s all the name I've got." Smoking was almost a form of suicide, too, if you did it often enough and hard enough. A glimmer- more an outline- of a scythe showed briefly in his hand before he forced it away.

Not human. Or alive.

But that was obvious enough. Turning back, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, at a temporary loss for words. It didn't make sense- none if this did, with the dead and that incessant tick tick tick in the back of his head (quieter, now, but there- still there)- but then again, should it have?

Probably some kind of stupid prank of Superior's, he'd reasoned earlier. But now- he wasn't so sure anymore. "...Hey," he finally said, "you- yeah. Whatever you are. You really did die as many times as you said." And then his scythe was there again, solid, real, resting comfortably in his hands. The urge to use it was almost as bad as the ticking. But that could wait.

"You're not human. No angel, either. But you're definitely dead."

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"Told you I wasn't lying." Katou said smugly, though that vanished once the scythe appeared in Cipher's hands. Then he got real tense. He'd had experience with sharp pointy objects, all three of his deaths were due to being stabbed, slashed or impaled on various items.

Suddenly he really wished he still had the shiranui sword. He just had to give the stupid thing back to Kira, didn't he?

Keeping his eye very carefully on the scythe he replied. "I was originally a human spirit, it's kinda diluted now, I'm part angel."

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"Makes sense," Cipher said, running a finger along the edge of the blade. There wasn't any need to check if it was sharp, really- it never blunted, since it never cut anything material there was no reason it should ever lose its edge- but the action was a familiar one, almost habitual with him. "Part angel..."

That meant- what did that mean, again? Angels couldn't be killed unless a Reaper was there at the moment of death, and this guy didn't seem like he wanted to die any time soon.

Even though he was, quite technically, dead already. "Shit," he cursed, under his breath. "I can't take you, then." A half-smile, half-grimace showed on Cipher's face as he lowered the scythe. "You're... weird."

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Ookay, this guy was getting kinda creepy. But then, as long as he wasn't intending to use the sharp pointy object on him it was all cool. He took a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke coat his lungs before exhaling.

"You think I'm weird? Go talk to my friends." Katou said as he tapped ash onto the cement. And he really was being honest, his two best friends were an angel's reincarnation and the other was a reincarnation of Lucifer.

"But hey, I'm just as much of a monster as them. At least they still got their original bodies."

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Whoever this guy was, though- dead or not- Cipher didn't figure him to be a threat. And no claiming of souls now, it seemed; he shrugged, the scythe vanishing unceremoniously. No point carrying it around when it wasn't going to be of any use. "They're alive too," he asked, with a quick glance to where the ash fell to the floor, "or what?"

And the smell of smoke- reflexively, Cipher turned away. "And, you know, that's not going to do anything for your lungs," he pointed out, tone dry, "though I don't think it really matters in your case."

Of course- the dead could smoke and drink and feast all they wanted and still stay dead, no change there. Of course- there was the afterlife, but that was another thing entirely. And not kind of relevant, since Cipher knew this place was anything but the afterlife.

Almost idly, he wondered if dead guy'd got what he was yet. Probably not, looking at him. But he didn't have to know- and no point in telling.