Shadows

Death hummed lightly to himself and examined his little niche in the minimacroverse. A few pillows were thrown about; apparently less divine creatures liked the comfort of them. Or something. Death never really understood why mortals were weird like that.

He was happy with just living. Or... whatever word you use to describe his previous omnipotent being broken down into parts as. Death didn't really know.

The point was, Death supposed, was that Dying was not quite the same as Death. He was... Well. An offshoot. And prone to bad choices. Most of the off shoots were prone to bad choices. Last time he had heard from Dying, the other incarnation of death had an avatar that had creatively called himself Grim. Who names themselves Grim? That is so cliche.

It would probably be the death of him, all these Death puns. If only the person who would be receiving this information understood the correct theory of narrative flow and the weaving of space time. It would make describing this so much easier.

But debating the pros and cons of that revelation was something far too great for just one god to be responsible for. After all, the chances of more breaches to the continuum was far too great to comprehend.

And then Dash walked in and her nervous form sent more than a little bit of alarm through him. Not that he showed it. Showing alarm was one of those odd expressions that he didn't really understand. Was he supposed to erupt into red lights and emit high pitch noises?

Dash almost collapsed against the semi permeable mystery material that made up the ground. "Time... Said... Admins... server..."

Death froze, well not literally. Freezing was another odd saying. He looked at her and the doors slammed shut behind the new arrival. "What?"

She pulled her head up from the floor. "Sys admins... are coming and the server is corrupt."

He groaned loudly and wrapped his wings around his head. "Great. Right. At any rate, I need you to stay here for the time being. Do you think you are up to acting?"

She blinked a few times. "Acting?"

He nodded. "I need you to act like we are fairly close and do it well enough to fool another almost omnipotent aspect of the world."

She nodded like she understood. "I'll... try."

He smiled. Or rather, being Death, he tried to smile. "Good."`

There was a knock on the proverbial door, and then there was a door, cut into the side of the cloth that made of the walls. It opened.

"Dying?" Death queried, still trying to smile. A billowing cloaked figure slowly drifted in, his face hid by a mask and a large scythe in his hands. The masked face looked around.

"Death?" It spoke in about the same town.

A small cat walked in behind him. "Woah. Talk about Death being a pale horse." It spoke.

Dash noted that, quite like most of the things she had met recently, the cat had overgrown pupils. It walked into the cloaked form and seemed to weave its way through the figures legs.

Death spoke. "What happened to Grim?"

Dying made a shrugging motion. "He tried to kill me, so I ate him. At any rate, the way of magic was growing outdated."

Death winced. "Let me guess. Technology."

He nodded. "Such a shame, really. I was liking that place. Technology, that idiot, did his work. They saw fit to deny me..." His mask turned up into a wry smile. "They didn't do it for long."

The cat ventured out from under his cloak.

Dash blinked and looked over all of them. She had a feeling that this was going to give her a headache.