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Necro had been out, roaming the city with no real objective at hand. He had always liked to just wander the city. He paused though when the aura of a General came into range.

Maybe he'd take a look... It couldn't hurt right? Then again, the last time he'd done that, Necro had been thrown from a roof.... Whatever. A quick look, and he'd book it like a bat outta hell if he didn't like how things were going.

He sighed when he saw the familiar form of Celadonite. He had nothing to worry about here. "Hey you..." Necro said softly, coming to stand in front of the General. "It hasn't been that long since we've seen each other has it?" A month or two? ... Maybe it had been a while. "You do remember I was a wolf right? Not a raccoon?" Necro asked with a lopsided smile. "What have you been up to lately?"

"They took me to Cosmos." Necro said quietly. "Honestly, they believed it would work more then I did. If anything, I thought I was going to..." The word caught in his throat, but Celadonite would get the picture.

Necro tilted his head, staring at Cela for a maybe. "I... might have something? We would need to go to a Princess or someone like that. Er, You... you would need to go." Cela didn't need him tagging around if he didn't want him there.

"For what it's worth... I'm sorry about your friend. I hope he finds the help... You though..." Necro drew closer, reaching out and brushing his hand against Celadonite's cheek, carefully so as not to snag the scales there on his gloves. "You won't end up like that. You are far too stubborn to let yourself be taken over like that. And you know darn well I won't let you fall to it."

"There are other princesses too... That's just the one they called. I'll talk to my friends, see what they can do. You know I've always been in your corner." Celadonite had helped him at his lowest point. He would help Celadonite through this, even though they were on different sides. "We'll figure this out, Hon."

"It happens to the best of us... I think you've got just as much of a chance as anyone else Cela." Necro gave a small laugh, pulling the General close and hugging him tightly. "Necromanteion, though most just shorten it to Necro... You though, can keep calling me whatever you want." Yeah, sure. Necro knew Celadonite's jabs at nicknames were suppose to be an insult but after a while... it had just become their thing. It was just part of their normal routine

"...Pretty sure I've called you that before. ...I think." Necro coulda sworn he'd used a few pet names... Maybe? The Squire shrugged. ".... I think it's obvious at this point you mean something to me. Pet names or not." He said softly.

"Psh. You're still gonna call me a trash hobo. You've only seen my uniform. I would like to remind you there's a whole side to me you don't know." He paused with a blink. "... Yet. A side you don't know yet." Necro said, correcting himself. "I will inform you that it's probably as bad as you think it is. ...Also I have a lot of hoodies so..." He might hafta steal a few back from Tobias but... He'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Necro snorted. "Of course you've got fangs. How cute."

"I will talk to them." Necro promised. He'd do whatever he could to help. Even if he couldn't be there to help. As long as he was point Cela in the right direction. The Squire trailed after, catching the General's wrist and tugging him to a stop. "You're not going to lose yourself. You won't let that happen, and neither will I. There's no way you could have known the risks. And you're not useless, the cold be damned. Yeah, it mighta made things a bit difficult but." Again Necro shrugged. "You worked with what you were given, and you did what you could."

Dropping Cela's wrist, Necro ran his hand through his own hair. "I've been there. I get it. There was a time and place where I would have preferred to be a half. I wished so badly that it was possible. The thought of purifying..." He sighed. "I'm not trying to scare you or sway you... But back then I thought they were lying to me. I knew them and trusted them, yeah. But I thought I was going to get dusted permanently. And considering I'd gotten dusted once before." Necro huffed. "But, I had someone in my corner, who believed in me. Just as you do."

Necro gave a cheeky grin. "Does that mean I have to do it more often? Cause if so...." He was more then happy to oblige, and then some. Whatever to make Cela happy. The Squire nodded. "I can do that. I'll bring my friend, meet you here and we can go from there." He tilted his head, regarding the General. "This might be a silly question but, do you want me to bring you anything? I can bring a hoodie or something?" God he sounded stupid. "I know I was cold the first couple days afterwards... But then again I was also a lot fuzzier..."

The Squire tilted his head into the hand, mirroring Cela's actions earlier. "Go see your friend. I'll see you in a couple days, Love." He made a soft noise at the kiss, a lopsided grin on his face. "We need to do that more. Can we do that again?" He didn't care if it was now or later. "Be safe. I'll see you soon."