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It had gotten so cold. Ugh. Sometimes Necro really hated how drastic the temp changes in the city could be. He really wasn't a fan of the cold. Cold weather, feeling cold... all of it

What he wouldn't give for some decent weather.

The feeling of an officer caught his attention, just when he was debating on going home. Ah well... Here we go again. Summoning his weapon, Necro moved carefully. "I'm not looking for a fight." He said, hoping that whoever answered wasn't either, though he would if he had to.

He just... really really hoped he wouldn't have to.

Necro rounded the corner of a building, yelping loudly in surprise at the appearance of the General. His fingers slipped off the bow string and the arrow flew. He hadn't expected the poor guy to be right there.

...So much for not fighting.

s**t s**t s**t.

Welp. There went that.

Necromanteion dismissed his weapon, the magic following soon after. "In my defense, I didn't expect you to be right there." He probably should have, but didn't. "I uh... I guess we kinda got the drop on each other, huh?" The squire rubbed at his neck awkwardly. "Sorry.. You should feel back to normal soon, now that the magic is gone." He took a tentative step towards the bench. "... If it makes you feel any better... I know how you feel? Got hit with an arrow like that once, a long time ago. Though the magic was... different."

"Mhmm." Necro said softly. "His has like bony hands that come outta the ground and kinda just hold you there. Saw some stuff that I don't really wanna see again." He shrugged, trying not to think about it to hard. "Given he had the added bonus of me thinking I was literally walking into my death..." Necro waved a hand, leaving it up to the General's imagination.

Necro snorted with a roll of his eyes. "Eh. I've been ran through and kicked off a roof." He said flatly. "And no offense but you don't look like the kinda guy whose actually gonna follow through on that promise, so short of ganking my starseed, you've only got one other option for my 'death' and-" Necromanteion cut himself off with a huff.

Been there, done that.

"Necromanteion, Squire of Saturn. Absolute hot mess that shouldn't be let out of the house, at your service." He gave a mock little bow, rocking back on his heels. "Your turn."

"Who? My friend, or the one who ran me through. Cause those are two totally different occasions."

Necro collapsed to the ground, giving the General space as he crossed his legs and propped an arm on one. "One is basically summed up on they didn't like my answer of no, and tried to kill me." It failed, obviously. "The other is.... complicated?" It wasn't.

"It was none of those things. If anything... it was more of a misunderstanding. I was meeting up with another friend. They were trying to help me with something... The other friend came around the corner in a panic, saw me... and assumed the worst." Another shrug. He wondered, vaguely, if there was a scar, from the magic. "Honestly, can't really blame him. I probably woulda done the same thing. You don't blitz around the corner actually expecting to see what he saw. I woulda shot first and asked later too. I didn't exactly look like this back then."

"Think about it." Necro said, dropping his chin into his hand. "I wasn't this." He said, using his free hand to gesture at himself. "And, I don't know.. Maybe had he saw an Agent instead of me, his first thought wouldn't have been to blindly shoot. Probably would have been too worried about the friend being caught in the cross fire. But he got me instead." Necro shrugged again. "I was meeting up with Order at the time, but I wasn't what you think I was."

"So if you're not gonna slit my throat, you won't take my starseed, what's my only other actual option for death, that doesn't involve... death." He'd dance around this as long as he wanted to. Maybe he just wanted to hear the General say it.

"Come on General. You know the answer."

"Not an agent." Necro corrected. "I was Negaverse though. I suppose."

"I told you. I was meeting with my friend. They were going to help me. Took them ages to convince me to get that far. Back then, I wasn't entirely sure what they were promising me back then would even work." Maybe he would have run away, had Lupu not shot him. Who knew.

"We were going to meet another friend of theirs. A princess, but we also needed a couple people more to help... 'get me out' so to speak. I was a bit of a difficult case." Necro shrugged again, before dropping his gaze to the ground. "I have too. Not in this form mind you... Sometimes I feel like I can still taste it." The Squire made a face, suddenly wishing he had his own water bottle, so that he could rinse the non existent taste out of his mouth.

"As big as a horse... Or so I've been told. Details are a lil blurry. Ya know, being human only to turn into a literal creature of darkness for god knows how long before getting that ripped outta you and going human again, kiiiinda ******** with your head a lil bit." He blinked in surprise at the bottle for a moment, before nodding in thanks. "I was..... Best way to describe what I was is... a dire wolf? I guess?"

Uncapping the bottle, he took a sip, sloshing it around his mouth before spitting it out. "I know it's not real.. But it's still disgusting." He said, sitting the bottle down between them. "I know of a princess." How much she was willing to help... He wasn't going to say.

Necro sighed. "Yes... and No? It... It all hurts. In a sense. Order and Purification. You're losing a part of you, no matter what you do. For better or worse. You're still tired afterwards. You're still going to be sore and want to just sleep for a day at most. It's hard to explain but... It's also over faster then you think it will be." The Squire shifted, leaning back on his hands. "I told you. Back, then. I thought I was walking to my death. I hadn't heard anything about youma being able to purify. I knew my friend wouldn't lie to me, not him, but that still didn't stop the fear. It's there, no matter what side you're turning to."