Beginning of the End

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Jett was willing to overlook the "Tim Burton" comment this once and only because the woman had mentioned Eve, somebody who's body the man had yet to find just by surveying the area. Jett stepped a bit closer to the trio but still kept a respectful distance; Patrick had said they were Reapers, and if there was one thing all spirits knew, it was that you didn't screw with Reapers no matter how powerful you were. Jett had had enough run-ins with the creatures to know why that was too.

So despite knowing these three were likely the reason his best friend was dead the raven haired man kept his tone civil, if a bit brisk. "She was."

However, while Jett was aware of his place on the totem pole, it appeared Patrick did not... either that or he just didn't care. The redhead strode past Jett and right up to the male of the Reaper group, stopping just before he would be standing toe-to-toe with the dark haired teen. "A'right, look here bub, ye' better star' runnin' that mouth o' yers right now!"

Jett went to pull the Irishman away, but the murderous look gleaming in Patrick's strangely colored made the spirit pause. It was no secret that Patrick, on top of being the luckiest person alive, was very strong even if he didn't look it, and even with these people being Reapers, Jett was almost certain it would take all three of them and a very lucky scythe stroke to bring the angry spirit.

Still, Jett knew he had to at least keep Patrick from putting his hands on the Reaper. "Patrick, remember their weapons can kill you."

That seemed to spark some rational realization in the redhead's mind and Patrick took a few steps back, giving the teen some breathing room while still being close enough there was no way the other male would be able to run without ending up with his hair pulled out.
 
Aaron stepped back when the leprechaun guy came close. He held one hand up while holding his scythe behind him, hopefully giving off the impression that he did not want to start a fight. Given the other man's height and Aaron's lack of skill, the last thing he wanted right now was to have some random stranger pummel him for doing his job. Then again, not everyone was so content with death.

"I'm not gonna kill you," he said to the man, "but I am going to tell you to calm the hell down before you screw something up."

Miranda timidly stepped over to the two men and tugged on the shirt of the leprechaun.

"Uh, Mr. Patrick," she said, looking up at him, "please don't be mad at Aaron. He and Sydney were kinda just doing their job, and we don't really know what happened, anyways."

"Yeah, so listen to your boyfriend there," Sydney added. "I mean, he may look like he never grew out of his emo phase, but he's got a point."

Aaron looked at the escort. "You know, sometimes I think you try to help, but then you just prove me wrong and I find myself wondering why I was ever paired with you if all you're going to do is just--"

"What? It's not like I mean it." Sydney looked past him and at the men in front of them. "I don't really mean the shit I say, guys. I'll let you know now that I'm a tease. And sarcastic. And awesome."

"And annoying when you want to be," Aaron finished. He and Sydney snorted and smacked him on the shoulder. Within seconds the two of them divulged in a small side chat full of light-hearted humor and friendly insults at each other.

Miranda turned her back on her partners, ignoring how Sydney was not just trying to get on Aaron's nerves for the heck of it, and focused back on the men.

"We wouldn't try to hurt you," she said. "We're not really supposed to interfere with living things."

She raised her right hand, standing straight and using her arm to clutch her book to her chest.

"I swear on my book that I'm--"

Thud.

Miranda's book fell to the ground when she tried to pat it with the same arm she held it with. She clambered to pick it back up before she could embarrass herself and continued.

"I swear on my book that I'm telling the truth here, Mr. Patrick. So before you and Mr. Jett try asking us any questions, think about it first."
 
While Patrick was still irate and ready to hurt the two older Reapers he managed to calm himself enough to step further away and give off the air of calmness, something he was sure Jett appreciated even he could see his friend was still confused over Sydney's "boyfriend" comment. It almost made the Irishman want to laugh. Almost. The Reapers' banter was enough to keep Patrick from being completely alright, because it was hard to act fine when the people who were responsible for removing one of your best friends from the world were acting like everything was fine and they hadn't just ended someone's life. It was a bit disturbing to say the least, even if the Spirit understood that it was their job and thus didn't actually bother them.

Well, that was to say the older Reapers were bothering him. The younger one with loose pigtails, adorable appearance, and fumbling hands... Patrick didn't so much mind her, which was possibly due to the fact that he knew she had nothing to do with the actual removal of soul. The Lucky Spirit may not have known everything about the other realms and species, but he did know for a fact the book holding Reapers didn't harm anyone ever. Besides, there was just something about her that immediately struck a chord in the Leprechaun's heart and Patrick knew there was no way he could hold a grudge against her, even if he didn't know why.

"Fine, so i's not exactly yer fault," Patrick conceded after a moment. After all, he was a fair man and no matter how much he wanted to hate these people, they were just doing their jobs. So even if he didn't like them, he knew he at least had to cooperate... no matter how much he really didn't want to. "But, do ya wanna explain what exactly happen'd ta Eve's body?"

The Spirit of Luck gestured to the ground their friend's body had occupied before the mysterious light had knocked them out. There were some things that needed explaining immediately and after the Eve topic, that light was the next thing on the list. Given that Jett hadn't said anything more meant the dark Spirit agreed with him to some extent, which was nice.

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To say Eve was pleased with her new looks would have been an understatement. The very moment the young woman saw that brown hair had changed to black, red streaks had changed to orange, and once gold eyes had gone blood red she grinned like an idiot and twirled around in the air, beyond pleased with the new appearance. The Halloween Spirit wasn't quite sure how she knew what the original colors of her hair and eyes were, but she didn't really think on it, assuming it was something else the woman had mentioned to her before leading her out of the fiery room.

And if she'd liked her face, Eve's clothing had the woman doing back flips. Gone were the earthy browns and reds of her old outfit, replaced instead by a deep crimson long sleeved shirt and an orange corset that went to attach to a black belt with chains hanging in loops off of it. Past that were thick black leggings ripped in a few places and trailing off into dark gray knee high boots with chunky orange straps and soles. Though one thing the Spirit noticed that remained the same for her outfit was a strange silver and gold choker necklace that seemed to be held together with spiderwebs.

All in all, it was an outfit Eve appreciated very much; it fit her personality, she thought.

The woman was just debating whether or not she should go back to her friends in the clearing when she heard the slightest shout from the very direction she'd come from. The raven haired Spirit wasted no time shooting into the air, heading for the sound and coming up with plans of attack if anyone was being messed with when she came upon the scene. She may have not really remembered everything about her friends, but she did know that nobody was going to hurt them while she was around. Why Eve felt such strong loyalty, she didn't know. But then, the Spirit found she really didn't know a lot of things lately.
 
"I think you mean to say it's not even our fault," Sydney clarified. She shifted weight to one leg and held her hands up to Patrick. "Look, man, no one was expecting some freaky shit to happen to your friend once she died. I mean, it happens to everyone, right?"

"She means dying," Aaron cut in, not wanting anymore confused hostility to arise.

Sydney pat the leprechaun's chest, now up close and personal like Miranda.

"Listen, so Eve was your friend and whatnot and you're pissed at us. That's pretty natural. There's really not other reaction to expect when it comes reapers--other than fleeing from the sight of death, of course."

"As for your friend's body . . ." Aaron looked at the spot where the light had seeped out from. "We don't know. This is a new one."

"Maybe it had something to do with the fire or something that grabbed her soul when I was with her." Sydney looked down at Miranda. "Was she supposed to go to hell? Did she even believe in that place?"

Miranda shook her head.

Sydney shrugged. "Well, I tried to take her to the right door. I almost got her there if she wasn't soul-napped right out from under me."
 
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