Outside (for Geibel)

Sojo had left River a note. He had told her he would be back soon. Told her to lock the doors and to just rest. He had decided he was going to golden meadows to gather her a bouquet of flowers. He was trying his hardest to make her happy again. Make her better after what that pirate bastard did to her. He would get his bestest friend back to normal. Hence why he was now out in the sun. Wearing his white robe (see avatar) and carrying his special staff. He was surrounded by will-o-wisps of varying colors. He began picking flowers. Keeping on guard just in case. He didn't want to be caught unawares by a female. That always scared the hell out of him.

It was a trick to be a walking stitch but to be able to think, that was something else. Why had he come back around? Well he had come to see how life was, to see what he could do. The male walked through the area twirling his staff and spinning on his feet as he danced about and bent backwards to see a leaf fall from a tree. With a chuckled his legs moved and he turned in a full circle and stood up picking up the leaf, "Why by day it falls to touch the dead floor they call- dirt! Soon it will die and be said dirt!" he spun and let the leaf drop before walking off and pulled out his book. The other hand twirled the staff as he walked and read from his Necrinomicon. However he looked up and saw a spider, with a deep sense of curiosity he went closer and shut his book and hid it. Reaching out he snatched it and looked at it, "Why only you could truly speak to me my dear arachnid. Too bad... I feel hungry... can you sate this?" he then lifted the little critter up and opened his mouth wide. dropping it into his mouth he chewed it up and swallowed after licking his fingers off, "Why you taste like lemons! I hate lemons!" he made a face and sat down on a rock. Looking up he saw a male and blinked. That dark aura and the wisps, he was a Necromancer too. He felt excited and chuckled. This would be interesting.

Sojo had picked a bunch of flowers by the time he sensed another's presence. He tensed up but not visably so. The wisps started going spastic and he set the flowers down. Turning just in time to see the other male eat the spider. He blinked and while not freaked out was caught off guard. Okay. Now he had seen everything. He just looked back at the male. Saw an aura similar to his. The will-o-wisps bobbing around and stating the obvious. He made no attempt to do anything to the other Necromancer. He prefered to protect with his magic....odd as that may sound....over using it to hurt others. He, for a moment, just stood there and looked at the male. He was different looking from anyone he had ever seen. He walked closer and stopped about three feet away. "Hello. My name is Sojo. What's yours?" He asked. Trying to extend an olive branch of friendship. Least the Necromancer was male and not female.

In all lives the male my have this dead-life beat the fact he had lived. Lived a life of being once noble, being chatsized by a crude father, loosing a good friend, and not being Human any more. If he had ghosts following him, or willow-wisps he would care less. They were always used for light things, either that or he would animate soulless things to fight for him at random times. What an abuser he was, but it was entertaining to have the dead dance and play with animals. It was how he was, just couldn't get the fact he was supposed to be a serious being, he was a jester at heart. He loved joking and playing with his magic.

The male Undead looked to the other and watched with a blank stare, the swollen black eyes just glistened as he gazed at the male. Watching so many things at once till the man came to a stop before him, three feet from his perch. A greeting was given and Geibel stood and bowed lightly, "Nice to meet you Sojo sir," standing straight he smiled and spoke, "I, am Geibel Kabuku." he then raised his pole and jammed it in the ground before looking at Sojo, "It is a rather beautiful day, yes?" he was glad not one inch given by the male had been an attack. It was hard to find souls who didn't attack first.

Sojo smiled and laughed a bit. "You don't have to bow." He said. "Titles like mine don't mean anything to me. Its the person behind a title that matters." He said. Running a hand through his blond locks. "Nice to meet you Geibel. Want to be friends?" He asked. He actually would look hopeful that the fellow necromancer wanted to be friends. He hadn't met another necromancer who wasn't immediatly trying to kill him.

He nodded his head. "Yes it is. I came here to gather flowers for my best friend River. She was attacked by pirates and is recovering at my place. They were dealt with...without mercy." He said. Sounding grim but it was obvious it was because he was the one who dealt with them. Which meant at least Necromancy. In his case it involved mainly Necromancy with some blood magic.

"Do you need a place to stay? Marquis Hero lets anyone stay at his manor. So long as you don't try to kill anyone in his family...he'll literally take you under his wing. Make you part of his family." He said. He was clearly trying to help Geibel out. "If you would like I can take you to meet him. His manor isn't too far from here." He looked away from the sun. The bright light hitting him right in his face rather hurt. His skin was quite sensitive due to the necromancy since he was a little kid.

Looking back at Geibel. "I would let you stay with me but River was traumatized and I don't want to risk making her feel unsafe or uncomfortable. She was raped and abused by a male." He explained. His face storming over. "The jerk got away but was badly injured. Though the guards finished him off." He shook his head. "Anyways..." He pulled out some meat that he had cooked. Offering the container to Geibel. "You seem hungry. Want my lunch? I ate a little while ago."

Geibel rose abrow as the male said he had no need to bow but thing was, he also mentioned a title of some sort. The Undead creature blinked a slow and hard blink before tilting its head, "I had no idea of such... um you say 'title' yes? I was just, rather raised to be polite like that. Though I will do it only once and seeign as I have, it shall not be made more." the scourge as he was just simply grinned and began a rather hard stare at the sky. It was so catching and it was a rather good distraction, he was a zombie, and had been given life as a Human but without age. He was many people in one but as well he still had some of his original skin. His back, part of his torso and his feet.

Picking at his stitching that overlayed in a slash on his neck he then heard the extension of friendship, with a glance to the male he yanked a loose string out making the stitching look cleaner. His lips twitched into a smile, "Why friendship is a grand thing, being a bit... 'defiled', I don't get many friends. I would like to see how far this will go - by meaning, I don't want our friendship to end. I'd hate to see it end... over something like my race or state of being." the scourge then leaned on his pole and listened more with a sigh he shook his head muttering something in German. If anyone could have understood it he was complaining about the pirates.

"Pirates are crafty - but are careless at times. Make good dummies too." he said at thinking about what would happen if one died, it could easily be used for nearly anything. However at the thought of staying anywhere the male looked down with a sigh. Though the prospect of staying someplace made his heart feel like it detatched in his chest and drop smack down onto his liver area, he hadn't dwelt anywhere in years. Not since he broke out of that dingy castle that he had been reserected inside. Which still gave him the creeps every time he thought on it.

"I don't think she would like to see me either, I am a watlking bag of stitches. Though I do say. I feel bad that happened to her." he then stood up again and walked around the tree, "Um... You see, Sojo, I cannot eat certain things. Though, depending on what you have I can probably have it. Like I can't eat friut but poisonous ones, I can eat all berries too. My body really can handle eating... just I need to watch what I eat now - otherwise I can becoem a true sleeper... that owuld be no good if my body wants nothing but killing."

Sojo looked at him. Looking around then looked back at Geibel. "Yes friendship is a good thing." He said in agreement. Blinking a bit. "I don't see a defiled person. I see a person who can chose to be good or evil yet seems to be chosing to be good." He said honestly. "It doesn't matter if one wasn't always good. It isn't ones past deeds that matter but the ones that one does now." He smiled at him. "I don't make friends just for a while. My friendships span life and death itself. So in essence...my friendship is ever lasting."

He shook his head. "I don't care what a person's race or state of being is. I deal with things far more less alive looking than you. None of them really talk. You are alive just in a manner different from most everyone. So it doesn't matter to me...what you look like. Just who you are to others." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "if you stay at Hero's you won't have to stay indoors. Just when you want a place to lay your head. You can come and go as you please. Hero won't judge you and will be your friend too. So in fact...you'll have gained two friends in one day just by going to meet a friend of mine you don't know."

His face stormed over. "They all paid for it...every last one of them." He said with gritted teeth. Relaxing a moment later. That was the Necromancy magic talking not him. He rummaged around in his bag. Finding what he was looking for he pulled it out. He handed over the container of berries. It was a very large container. "Here is lots of berries. I saw you eat a bug. I can summon you lots of bugs to chose from. That way you can be full." He offered. "I don't just do Necromancy. I was born with the ability to only do Necromany, Blood Magic, and Black Magic. In that order. I mainly use Necromancy with some Blood Magic mixed in. I'm a druid." He said to explain his magic abilities.

He looked at him. "As far as River goes I doubt your appearance will have anything to do with her fear. Right now I'm the only male she doesn't fear or mistrust. So...until she is better I'm not sure how she'll react. She isn't judgmental that I know of. Maybe when she is better I'll introduce you to her." He smiled a bit. "Not many people have seen someone like you. In fact until I came along none of the people in this land had even seen a Necromancer. Which is a good thing...most are power crazy and evil to boot."

The zombie stood about and swayed with the light breaze closing his eyes, what was being said made him smile. His back to the male as he then began to focus on the grass while listening. He nodded and stretched his arms with a series of pops and bone sounding groans, "I could easily be evil... but why risk it?" he smiled and then turned on the heel of his boot and walked over to Sojo again, "I am glad your friendship is everlasting as well." the male grinned a little crookedly before going to the tree and began to climb up and sat swinging his feet. It was a small nice view.

Every thought in his squishy brain was on the fact he was being offered dwelling, and he was glad he wouldn't be stuck inside. He'd be a rather restless Undead person. He had to be on the move most of the time, it was just habit from when he had been alive; he was always on the run from his father's cruelty. However speaking of cruelty he then looked to Sojo. That tone was just plain weird, almost scarry. He could see the aura warp a little and shook his head before pulling his left leg onto the branch and resting his left elbow on it. Looking down he saw the container and lifted his hand and wiggled a finger in a circle. The air around the container becoming hot before it began to float. His eyes had red flakes inside as he began muttering.

The container wiggled and wobbled int the air, it was obvious that heat was around it due to the air looking like a mist. Slowly levitating he took it into his hands and wiggled a hand, "Ow..." before he began to look through the berries. Looking down at Sojo he smiled as he nibbled on the berries, "I wont need bugs, and what I had eaten previously... it is not a bug persay - its rather an arachnid." He then rose a brow and snorted. To be honest he always thought of druids to be like tree people. Or Humans with swampy powers covered in moss and leaves.

"Necomancy is an art those who use it for evil.... meh, are morons - they gave their lives up for such a strange gift. I was - well to say I was 'created' to be able do nothing but meander about like a big. I had life still and attacked my Raiser. In hence I have his magic but a light soul. Somehow gained other things but that doesn't matter. I do say I would love to wish this... Hero being." the male then finished his meal and dropped down with a crunch. His legs folled rather funny and he leaned forward pushing his legs out and to normal before he began to stand and took his staff. Shaking out his legs, Looks like my bones are getting too old... lets see... I've had them for...50 years or so... no 100 plus more... or is it my muscle? I know that is getting to the point of rotting..."

With a sigh he smiled, "Oh don't mind me, I'll not hurt people to get my repairs. I prefer to eat animals and things already fallen. Saves me pain as well as for others." he chuckled and then pulled his staff out of the ground and strapped it back to the belt he had around his shoulders and side.

Sojo nodded his head in agreement. Either one of them could be evil but there was not enough benefit to risk it. His magical powers in Necromancy and Blood Magic were extraordinarily powerful. Hence why when it came to protecting something or someone fiercely it tended to warm his aura a bit. It tended to..."take over"...somewhat for sliver of periods of time. He had his whole life to gain control and the fact he had an uneasy childhood and horrible past led him to delve into his magic farther than he probably would have.

He blinked as the container began to get hot. His eyes wide as it began to float. Now that was just cool! How did he do that? He looked at his friend as he saw him muttering. Saw the red flakes in his eyes. He smiled wide when his friend had it in his hands. "That was so cool! How did you do that???" He asked. It was quite exciting to see what he was certain was another display of magic. He nodded his head as Geibel spoke again. "Alright. I just wanted to help you feel full." He said with a smile.

The smile faded as he saw the look. He had gotten that look a lot. And ones similar to it. He shook his head as he looked away. Most druids tended to be tree people. He was the only druid in history whose magic was solely based in Necromancy, Blood Magic, and the Dart arts. He heard from his mother quite often how much of a freak he was for his magic being with the dead instead of the living. A look of pain would flicker over his features. His mother had been evil and abusive. Stuck on some strange drugs which she spent every last penny on...until his tenth birthday when she sold him to a whore house so she could have lots more money to buy the powdered drug with.

His life hadn't gotten any better there. Turned worse with vile comments and demeaning terms thrown his way. His body used for men and women's pleasure. Mainly womens. He practiced his magic for hours before falling asleep and waking to hell beginning again at night. At least until his thirteenth birthday in human years when he fell for an older woman who played him for a fool. Tricked him into leaving with her only to do the same things and physically abuse him. Not that he could have left if she hadn't paid for his "freedom". At least until he escaped from her on his fifteenth birthday.

Ran into a realm where he met River. The whole time he was growing up people told him druids weren't supposed to deal with death...they were supposed to deal with life. That just wasn't the cards that magical fate threw his way. He focused back in on the present. Looking at him. Nodding his head with a smile. It was better now. He had friends and now he had a friend who understood Necromancy. Another good Necromancer. The fleeting look of pain having long since left his features.

"I was born with my magic. People made sure I knew how evil I was just because my magic wasn't based on life...but death. My mother was the worst. She made life hell at home and it got worse when I ran off. She called me a monster because of what magic fate had dealt me." He shook his head. "Necromancy is an art that is highly misunderstood due to the vast many who abuse its power." He listened as Geibel spoke again. "Alright. When you are ready follow me. I'll take you to Hero's place." He said. Smiling again. He nodded his head. "Don't worry Geibel...I wasn't thinking anything about what you said. You have your own needs just like anyone else." He was an understanding person.

He went back to the flowers and picked them up. Putting them into the fold of his robes for River than came back over to Geibel. "You ready?" He asked. "What was that magic you used to get the container?" He asked. Sounding really curious about what Geibel had done. His staff vanished into his robe as he moved it to inside his robe. "The only bad part of this Necromancy would be it makes my flesh so sensitive to the sunlight. I turn into a tomatoe with sunburn if I go without my robes. I have a special lotion I put on my hands and face so it only causes me discomfort instead of pain." He said. Offering more information about himself.

He looked thoughtful. "Though you probably don't have to worry about that do you Geibel? Being reborn through Necromancy like you were. Its really cool that one man's dark magic gave you a second chance at life. I am happy it did for I may never have met you otherwise."

Geibel began to nibble more and spat out some seeds to the ground and looked at Sojo with a raised brow. He finished eating the berries and gave back the container, "Why... it is a trick I've been able to do it since death." he opened his left eye wider making the other seem to shrink. Sure he had fire magic but it lso gave him ways to control spirits with their fears of fire. He never tried it though, once but he just got his neck slit for it. With a smile the Undead male could see the lad was in deep thought and kept quiet. Seeing a butterfly he let it flutter around him and held out his hand, it landed and he lauched it off with a smile.

"I cna understand a bad kin, why my father... he too was a badger to me. As well I am glad you accept what I am." he smiled and walked over to the male. Ready to go and stuff.However he was asked a question and smiled, "I am also a fire mage. Not sure how I am but I am. Though your burns... they are due to light from death being dark. I would have the same problem if I was alive. I am glad for this new life. Means I can still try and be a better man than my father.... Now lets get moving shall we?"

Sojo looked at him. "Its a really cool trick. I can't do anything with fire. I've heard the master of magic around here Zyar can. He doesn't deal with our type of magic. Nor blood magic. He knows plenty of the dark arts though." He said. He nodded his head. "One day..." he started out. "One day...I'll tell you my past Geibel." He said with a smile. Looking back over at him. "That is really cool. You'll have to show me more cool tricks next time. I'll teach you some blood magic. It is strongest when it is your own but...a bug or an animal...their blood works for it too." He said. He nodded his head in agreement. "I made a special lotion...it helps keep the pain down and the sun just a discomfort." He smiled at him. "Yes. You can." He would then lead the way through the meadows up to the huge white manor called Heaven's Wings.

(exit to Heaven's wings.)

Geibel nodded and smiled, "Fire is more dangerous than Necromancy. With a grin the Necromancer rched by Sojo and looked around. His eyes wandered around. It was rather interesting to finally gettign a place to go to other than that run down dead wood he had been Raised from. Though it was cool that his new friend made a salve that could easily help with the burns Sojo endured from his powers. All Geibel wanted was to see where his new home would be.

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