| If the dagger hadn't finished him off, the spell bolt that creates
a smoking hole in his chest sure would have!!
A figure looks on and nods, just out of phase enough with the other's
reality to not be noticeable.
"I must say," the other black cloaked figure says, "The few other times
when something like this happened....it was under another Office.
But I rather doubt that, once you and I explain the situation....."
He and his Counterparts had garnered aid in various manners. Some through
the result of Challenges (of which some of the Aids were put under powerful
Geases to keep their evil natures from harming others). Some were gained
by being offered the chance (that was the most agreeable in his opinion).
Some gain it through the rare Gift. And then there was this way.....
The revelaton that one elf named Rayek had been revived (and stored
for future "fun" at the hands of Demons) had gained much Compensation....but.....
"But surely there is a better way than this!" Agent 179 says, abashed,
"There are better ways to break the news....ease them into......"
"That's not how I do business," the Angel of Death says firmly, "Not
how I do business at all.
"Only other way to handle this is by my usual way...and we already know
I've been told.....'hands off'" Death says with a trace of irony, "Not
that I mind. It's never personal.....just business. And as a good boy,
I follow Dictates....unlike some Infernal....now departed Demons......"
Agent 179, Rule 179's chaos counterpart sighs. Other Angels were more....er....caring
and kind. But as it was, Death was.....Death and he (sometimes she) never
was one for something like that, alas. Besides, Death was a busy person,
and the sooner his (sometimes her) part was done....the better in his book.
"Let's get on with it then," Agent 179, a personification of Chaos....and
Entropy in a manner of speaking, sighs.
The Dimensional Shambler, a creation of Chaos (and thus the purview
of an Agent) is directed to sweep in and gather the woman who's lives....should
have ended long ago when it had been created by the unlucky encounter between
a Staff and a Ring in Charmina's world. The Shambler had gone to various
worlds and swept up various victims. Some had lived (albeit stranded in
an alien place....and time). These three....had been Scheduled for drop
off in environments that wasn't conducive to carbon based life....
Last task done, it dissipated into nothingness....
Astra and comes awake instantly, gasping and reaching for her sword....only
to stop before she can cause damage to anyone.
"You....tried to help me," she says simply, grateful beyond words to
the two woman in front of her.
Agent 179 had made sure that a basic background of who each one of the
ladies were introduced into each and every mind (better to let them get
to know each other).
A sudden chill enters the air as the Angel of Death appears, along with
another odd figure.
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 "We....our time is at
an end?" Angela asks, aghast.
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