Larry
"Gone too soon." A man spoke softly, kneeling in front of a tiny grave. Propped against the unremarkable slab of granite was a worn out teddy bear. Beside it a dirty glass vase held the remains of roses. A sad, forgotten resting place indeed. 

The man, a regal, clean shaven person dressed in a dark maroon tunic and pressed black trousers, looked out of place in this decrepit part of the cemetery. He wouldn't have cared if anyone judged him though, he had a particular mission here. 

Aaron placed his hand against the dried grass of the grave and spoke ancient words under his breath. His eyes glowed with a faint green light, and teal colored electricity snaked between his fingers to the soil. 

Aaron pinched the soil, pulling a small amount up. He then wiped the dirt gently on top of the headstone, small embers of real danced along the surface in the wake of his fingers. 

A child's giggle caught his ear and he looked up to see a pale figure of a girl sitting on top of the tomb. He smiled at her and stood up, pulling a clean pink stuffed bear from a pouch at his side. He handed it to the little girl, and her eyes lit up bright blue. She grabbed it with a toothy smile and let out a squeal of joy. One moment she looked at him and in the next she was gone. 

A skull tied to Aaron's hip began to vibrate, and it's empty sockets filled with warm red light. "Thats it? Mission accomplished, boss?" He said in a gravely voice. Aaron glanced at Buddy, a small grin on his face. "Yes. Sometimes it's the smallest thing that a spirit needs in order to move on. Let's report back to the parents, I'm sure they'll be happy."
Marjorie
*In the middle of the night, Viserys's journey brought him to another cemetary. Hours had passed since the attack with Falion and he had somewhat recover his energy and stamina. The battle (which was more like him holding the skeletons and guiding the wizard) took a real toll on his energy surplus, but he had to finish his meditation before finding a place for the rest of the night. A cemetary was the perfect place for him to meditate. Two miles from where he was, was the village the client was. Viserys was carrying the sack, his grey cloak covering his body and the hood his black hair. As he walked towards the gates of the cemetary, he noticed that it was open. He raises an eyebrow. Could be theives that camr to steal from the dead? Maybe. People were leaving precious things and artifacts inside their loved ones tombs and coffins, so it wasnt unusual. He placed his hand on his skimitar and walked in. Nothing would disturb his training. As he walked quickly in, he sensed a necromancer. For real this time. And he had a skeleton risen. Viserys decided that he wouldn't interact with him, why would he anyway? Mages love dueling and this one had already a skeleton risen. He had to leave, there is a slight possibility that they hadnt sense him yet.*
Larry
Hm? 

A cold chill ran down Aaron's spine and the space between his eyes throbbed. His thoughts were interrupted by Buddy, his sockets a pale blue to indicate concern. "Bawws, I think another 'you' just walked in." 

Aaron nodded. He was calm, cool. Necromancers often visited hallowed places like this perform a more insidious form of necromancy, and were often hostile — even to their own kind. He'd not come equipped with a weapon, sohe would need a clear mind. He wanted to protect the spirits lingering here. 

A dozen paces in and the cold wind brought his attention to the other, attempting to conceal himself. Aaron stood his ground, spreading his feet shoulder width and clasping his hands in front of his pelvis.

"Hiding is futile. Show yourself."
Marjorie
*Viserys turned towards the other man yelling at him. He had sensed him. No matter. He would walk towards the man so he could see him better. Viserys could swear he also heard another voice. But only him and the skeleton were there... At least thats what it seemed at first glance. When Viserys was close enough to see both the skeleton and the necromancer, he grinned and stopped approaching. ''Indeed. I am very well aware that hiding against one of our kind is futile, thats why I didnt try to hide.'' he said and looked at the skeleton. Viserys's right hand held the skimitar's handle tight. You never know. ''Training?'' he asks the unknown necromancer. Viserys's hood was covering his dark hair, but the red eyes of the necromancer were very much visible, even during the dark night and he let his sack fall on the ground.*
Larry
"I got this, bawss" Said the gravely voice. Immediately Aaron tried to protest, but his voice was cut off by swirling angry blackish-green magic. Bones assembled inside the vortex around Aaron, and within a few seconds a six foot tall skeleton landed fully composed between Aaron and the mystery man. 

"Buddy, wait." Aaron said with concern. But Buddy Skeleton was already putting his dukes up, old timey style. Fists exaggeratedly out, wrists turned up. 

"Stop." Aaron commanded, and Buddy stood down. "Awh, c'mon." Aaron hushed the skeleton and stepped forward. 

"Training? I am nobodies master. I ask that you honor the dignity of the lost souls here and leave them be. If you must experiment, I know an ancient battlefield nearby." 

Teal colored light filled Aaron's irises, making his eyes look like glistening jade gemstones. He clearly exerted a tremendous amount of power as a method of rattling the Saber—that any fight could be disastrous."
Marjorie
*Viserys's left palm, which was as well covered by the cloak so the other individual couldnt see its movements, opened. Viserys was prepared to summon his own skeleton to defend him against the other skeleton the moment it was formed. Viserys opened his eyes widely the moment he listened to the skeleton talking. The skeleton was talking! ''Interesting... A skeleton that still has the ability to communicate and even has an identity of it's own! This is very rare, haven't seen it up close ever.'' he said and noticed the skeleton preparing for battle. Viserys didnt have that much energy again and he could only summon one skeleton. The situation seemed hopeless, the other necromancer was clearly stronger. He appeared to be older than Viserys, meaning he was more experienced and way stronger. ''Fuck...'' He thought. As he was preparing to think of a plan to get out of this, he saw the unknown necromancer commanding the skeleton to back down. He raised his eyebrow when he heard his words and felt dumbfounded when his eyes turned teal instead of grey, like all the other necromancers when they power up. The person standing in front of him was definetely one of his kind, he could feel it in his energy. And Viserys was also not wrong about his power: the energy amount he exerted was truly enormous. ''Well...''. Viserys didnt know what to say. ''You are a peculiar man... I am not here to hurt the souls that wonder around here. I am here for my training. I didnt sense you and your skeleton earlier, until I was in front of the gates.'' Viserys then looked at the skeleton once more. ''Your eyes are green... How can this be, follow summoner?''*
Larry
Aaron stood down and Buddy shrugged, sauntering over to lean on a nearby tree. That was a strange and abrupt question. 

The necromancer debated on whether he should answer truthfully, or if caution was more important. He reached a decision quickly. 

"Take your belongings and walk with me." 

Aaron walked around him and proceeded out of the cemetery gates. "I'll explain what you've just seen." If the other necromancer followed, Aaron would begin to open up to him a bit. "You've already sensed my power and know what I am. But my power is a curse born of my... Obsession. I am granted the power of the Death itself. The Grim Reaper. In exchange, at some determined point in time, I will take his place so that he can be reincarnated. Till then, I serve the people; I try to avenge the wrongly dead, and put to rest those who need it." 

It was a bold admission - one that many would not understand or believe. This didn't matter. "Is there anything else you'd like to know?"
Marjorie
*Viserys was now more interested to his fellow necromancer. He would observe the skeleton's movements while slowly picking up his sack. Could he trust him? All these could very well be a trick to attack Viserys when he had let his guard down. Then again, if he wanted to pick a fight, he would attack the moment Viserys appeared. The young man followed the unknown individual outside the cemetary. Normally, Viserys hated when his training was disturbed in any way, but this man interested him more at the moment. He could also just lead him to the old battlefield later. Viserys follows the necromancer in a certain distance. He listens to his explanation and raises an eyebrow again. What was he saying? ''Granted by the Grim Reaper due to your obsession...'' he monologued. ''What are you talking about? Your powers... Granted? Grim Reaper? You are telling me that your power is acquired? How can this be?'' he asks. Viserys was very suspicious of this peculiar man.*
Larry
"Enhanced." Aaron interjected. "I poured my life into this, and it attracted the wrong kind of attention. To my dismay, I was blinded by my desire for knowing the taste of the afterlife and its secrets." The necromancer realized that he was likely being too vague in his explanation. 

He glanced back. Buddy was following behind the other necromancer, who himself was trailing Aaron at about 20 paces behind. A cautious man. He smiled. "I made a deal with the manifestation of death itself, or as humans call it, The Grim Reaper. It enhanced my powers in vast ways, but when it decides it is time, I must take his place so that he can reincarnate. I guess you can say that I'm its... Heir. Unfortunately."

What Aaron didn't tell him was that he made this deal almost 60 years ago. 

"Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Aaron Cocytus. Tell me about you?"
Marjorie
*Viserys nodded to show that he understood, or at least at some extent, what he was talking about. ''So basically a deal with the manifestation of death, you say. To have your powers enhanced, know about the afterlife more and in exchange, you will take his place so that he can have a mortal body.'' The young man chuckles. ''Death is more stupid than I thought then. Sacrificing his absolute power for a mortal body.'' he commented in a sarcastic way, as if he didnt really believe that Aaron's deal was truly with the Death himself. He kept following him, but was on guard for the skeleton, the fact that he was behind him made him feel uneasy a little. ''Name is Viserys.'' he says. ''Just traveling and training during the journey. Don't know how much it will take for this to finish. Maybe I will never go back. Worst case scenario. No purpose in life or deals with demons. Just a regular pilgrim.'' he simply tells him and looks at his sack for a reason. ''Could you dismantle the skeleton? Feel a little uneasy with him behind me.''*
Larry
Aaron smiled at Viserys comment about death. "You'd be inclined to think that. I certainly did." He didn't elaborate more, but he did think about it. He'd had 60 years to think about it. Absolute power over death didn't mean much, it turned out. No more joys of the mortal world. An endless existence of ferrying living essences between the plains. Sure he would see countless things and have a lot of power... But at the cost of all physical and spiritual pleasure. Aaron chose not to continue the subject. 

Instead he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Training and traveling, learning. Exciting things to be sure. But I tend to avoid demons. I've had to, unfortunately, destroy some in my time. I try to leave them be and keep them away from lost souls. I've... Seen Hell. I've been there. Not pleasant." 

They were eventually illuminated by torch lit streets. The orange fires cast a warm glow off both men. 

"We will be at my destination soon. Oh, and Buddy, you're making him nervous." Aaron snapped his fingers and Buddy snort laughed. "Yeah ookie bawss." In an instant he turned to dust and drifted like a wisp into a pouch at Aaron's side. A trick that almost no necromancer could replicate. 

"Here we are." Both would he standing outside a small shack. Aaron didn't knock, he simply placed a silver coin under the door and beckoned Vis over. "This is where we part ways for the evening, I'm afraid. If you're still in town in the morning, I'll take you to the Battlefield and show you a trick or too. Till then."