Action- Fourth wall!

[deadmanbusiness]

[Having seen his father, and dealing with him, Theo began to look around hopefully for someone else he knew.

With the two zombie rats on his shoulder and his general undead vibes, he cut a strange figure moving between everyone as carefully as he could, but occasionally bumping shoulders.]





((Have at the necromancer. People trying to smite him are always fun.))

Comments

[thepalerider]

[The Horseman regards, Theo with a little curve to his lips.]

Odd thing. You prickle across my senses.

[deadmanbusiness]

[He doesn't smile but he does tilt his head a little.]

Odd thing. You prickle mine.

[thepalerider]

[Death's expression falls flat.]

I hope. for your sake, you aren't mocking me.

[deadmanbusiness]

I was not.

[He's not. At least, not really. Perhaps just teasing a little. He's also not afraid.]

[thepalerider]

[This should be interesting, since Death is sort of hung up on respect in his being. He doesn't do too well with sarcasm, or humor.]

Good. What is this place? [And how was he summoned here, because that takes a lot of effort.]

[deadmanbusiness]

[And Theo isn't afraid of any sort of death, capital or otherwise. He grew up with it, after all, and just sees it as another part of his life. If he doesn't become a god, at least.]

As far as I know, it's called the City. No one else has given me a better name.

[thepalerider]

I see. What pathetic waste of existence had the gall to summon me to this place?

[deadmanbusiness]

Possibly some of the most pathetic excuses for gods that I've seen and that's saying something.

[One of the rats on Theo's shoulder unfreezes from its zombie fright and leans over to try and sniff the "man" Theo is talking to.]

[thepalerider]

[Death shrugs, a little tiny lift of his shoulders.]

All manner of creature and being is pathetic when you are myself. So, I'm hardly impressed by your impression of the so called 'gods' here.

[The Horseman raises a brow at the little rat, eyes flicking from the creature back to it's keeper's face.]

Your pet is a disruption to the natural order. It should be...set right.

[deadmanbusiness]

I know a few gods, so I think I can make a judgement call.

And I don't know why you being a death means that all creatures and beings are pathetic.

[The rat sits up straight and gives him a beady eyed look.]

It's under my control. I know how to keep my things in check. They're my providence.