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[A figure dressed in black will appear suddenly, the air cracking with energy around him. He pushes back his hood, revealing bright blonde curls and a magnetic smile. Yet the expression isn't entirely kind nor is it settling. It's possible that this new arrival is actually furious.]

...against my wishes...? [He is impressed by the gall even as his mind works rapidly to counter it.] Do you know who I am?

[It doesn't really matter. He must press onward. The blue of his eyes sharpens.] Where might I find the Magical community? Don't say there isn't one. Witches and Wizards exist everywhere, but they are too accustomed to hiding.

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I would expect so. Necromancy requires a strong stomach. Invocation requires memorization and repetition.

[He doesn't look convinced that her world's system is decent. Students need to be trained and if there aren't enough Masters, that's a problem.]

I do not tell anyone's secrets. [He keeps Albus's close to his chest for the rest of his life.]

[He wouldn't be wrong and yet they somehow manage, who knows at this point.

She's silent for a moment as she turns it over in her mind whether this is a good idea or not... Perhaps it is.

Why not.

She's breaking the illusion she has to make herself look as she had previously to instead sit there as a skeleton with red orbs for eyes and a tattered black robe.]

When I say I know of necromancy, I do mean I know it intimately at this point.

[Somehow, in her true form, she draws him in further. He blinks and then suddenly smiles, laughing softly. The sound isn't unkind and he certainly isn't taunting her, but she might be his new favorite person - entity? - yet!]

What a lovely skeleton you make. [No, he still wants to visit her and her brother. More so than ever.] I am impressed by your illusion!

[And yet there's two of them in this place! Not that she hasn't made that abundantly clear at this point. She's at least seeming far calmer than she had previously, skeletal fingers tapping lightly on the top of her table.]

Lich, if you will. Skeletons are... brainless undead creatures and I certainly am not one of those, darling~ [Someone stop this right now, even if she's still grinning just as much as ever.] When you've been around for... goodness, I forget how long, you have nothing but time to learn.

Forgive me. [He is quick with the apology, giving her a small, almost embarrassed smile. For such a proud Wizard, he sure can put on the charm.] I suppose corpse might be more fitting - since that is the meaning of Lich.

[Gellert can't help being charmed in return. Who can say she doesn't have a marvelous personality?]

I am a mere infant compared to you when it comes to my illusionist skills. [He does have some. When you are a hunted Dark Wizard, you need to hide.]

[He truly can and she honestly appreciates it, even if she's sure it's probably as fake as her own. He somewhat reminds her of her and her brother when they were young and mortal. But details.]

Something of the sort. Leaving technical life and flesh behind for immortality and increased magical ability and ability in general. [Even if their getting into necromancy in the beginning had a very noble goal, not something she tends to speak about much anymore. Not to anyone she doesn't know, at the very least.]

Most are unless they're immortals, darling. We've become accustomed to such things. Though I have to ask, as I'm so very curious. You know what the meaning of a lich is, but what are they in your world?

[Gellert is a great candidate for a future Lich. He has all the qualities that might press him down that path - and he has a good sense of humor, too. But underneath all of his mischief and ambition lies a young man who is more than a little lost and lonely.]

How alluring. I would be very tempted to make that choice too. [Yet his looks are useful right now and he doesn't plan on dying anytime soon.]

Lichs... [He tries to think of something comparable. There are Inferi, but they are more like Zombies.] I know the Old English, but I cannot think of any notable Lichs in my world. I'm sure Wizards or Witches have gotten close a time or two, but they either failed or faded into history.

[It's very probable. They went down a path of necromancy to save their youngest brother and found they... liked the power along with other factors that led them to being liches. But that's far in the past now and it's not as if it matters anymore, even if it ensures they'll never reunite with him.

Details, really.]

Everyone does it for different reasons, but the common goal is always for that increase. Whether or not it's for selfish reasons is another idea entirely. But at least it ensured very little things could take my brother from me or I am from him.

[So it's something no one managed in his world and is just... a term? Odd, so very, very odd.]

Huh. Well, as you can see, it's very possible. But... rare. I can only think of one other from my world who managed it and we don't speak of that one. [Since he was a jerk that helped the people they were trying to murder.]

[Voldemort probably comes closest to being a Lich, but Gellert doesn't know him or his soul severing ways yet.]

Family is important. [Crucial to some. Gellert closes his eyes and he can clearly see the Dumbledores and his Great-Aunt, Bathilda Bagshot. He can't return to any of them, can he.]

Then we will not speak of it either. Are you located in the Everglade? I would like to meet you very much.

[He certainly would, though it's still a strange concept in and of itself.]

They certainly are. [And Edward is all she has left at this point and she's disgustingly protective about things dealing with him, not that she'd speak that aloud to anyone.]

I am. Usually we're located in the woods, a very clearly marked building within them. Alternatively you might be able to find us in our illusion covered forms in the basement of Holy Diver in Everglade as well. If you're old enough to drink.

[Tom does a lot of strange things. Gellert would pity him if, you know, he deserved it. Which he doesn't. Neither of them do.]

I'm twenty-two. [He grins and shrugs his shoulders.] I've had plenty to drink since I was expelled.

[Which doesn't make him sound as studious as he is, but details.]

I will be with you shortly. Apparation makes the journey much simpler.

[Pity is rarely given to people of their kind, isn't it?]

Ah, so you're still young~ [Says the one that's way too old to be pretending to be a young adult, ever.

Though the apparation bit gets a small frown from her, how... odd of a thing.]

I'm sorry in advance if you're met with a bit of opposition, my guard of sorts isn't fond of people coming out of nowhere. For obvious reasons.

[Voldemort is just a special case. He might be more ruthless than Gellert, which is saying something.]

Young, but skilled. [There is a crack and she will get a dizzying view of what it is like for him to Apparate. It's a wonder he knows where to stop! But when he does, he chooses to enter the forest on foot rather than spook her guards.]

Do you hear me?

[What even is this, huh. But the forest itself isn't terribly hard to navigate nor is her home too difficult to find what with the flood light on it and all. She can mostly hear from a few things she's set up in the forest. She's silent, but there's a rustling in the bushes before a roach looking almost six foot tall figure stepping out from behind a tree and looking none-too-pleased.

Probably one of the guards she meant, not great.]

[Gellert is a little startled - who wouldn't be? - but he meets the unpleasant reception with a smile. He rests a hand on his hip, giving the guard a small bow.]

I am here to see your Lady and I certainly do not mean her any harm.

[If he needs to get to safety, he can Apparate in the blink of an eye. Yet that would be a bit rude and presumptive. Maybe the big bug guard is nicer than they look?]

[It takes a moment but the giant bug at least is turning and heading towards the building, not saying anything nor motioning towards him. But it's probably safe enough to assume to follow, even if there's also a giant head from a giant creature poking down through the tree line to watch them as they move.

But once they get to the door it's opening by itself and inside there's... just what appears to be a one-story room with a once again mortal looking Lydia sitting at that same table.]

I see Diva found you. Come, come, sit~

[Diva is a fine guard! Gellert grins up at the second guard, marveling at the size of the creatures. They really are magnificent and like nothing he has ever seen.]

Thank you, Diva. [He speaks over his shoulder after he has entered the building. Then he focuses on Lydia, expression warming.]

You don't need to hide for my sake. [Unless she prefers looking this way. It might be a nice reminder of what she used to look like.]

[Diva tries, mostly. Especially considering she's moving to stand behind and to the side of Lydia and just kind of remain there and keep an eye on Gellert. Not a trusting one, that.

Even if Lydia's waving a hand with a small laugh.]

I'm not hiding. I have more control over what I look like like this and not to be in drab and droll black robes. What they don't tell you about being a lich is whatever you were wearing when you crossed over is what you're stuck in forever~

[She is welcome! Gellert admires her protective instinct and he has no desire to fight her. At most, he would be beating a hasty retreat.]

Now that seems petty. [Magic can be that way, but restricting fashion? He tuts and sits down, stretching out his legs.] Either way, I am glad to see you in person. You are the first Lich I have ever encountered.

[Perhaps for the best, but considering her speed, it wouldn't do him very well.]

To be fair, the group we were with hadn't had anyone successfully become a lich until we did. [A brief moment of a shrug, though she seems calm enough. Just ignore her right hand moving above the table and playing with a bit of black smoke that's curling around her fingers.]

I take it you wanted to know more about what we know and what we are? That's usually the case.

[Apparation only takes a split second and, by now, Gellert is very good at avoiding any conflict he doesn't desire.]

There is a group... How did you accomplish it when so many others failed? [He doesn't really believe in fate or miracles. There is a pattern - a reason - for all outliers. The path only needs to be found.]

Yes. I am curious by nature and you are intriguing. Those who wish to overcome death are not unknown in my world. There is even said to be a cloak that can hide one from Death.

We wanted to become liches for a different reason other than selfish power and we were stronger than any of them ever were. At least, that would be my guess, they all sort of lost their minds not long after out of jealousy~ [Which wasn't fun, but it's in the past now as far as she's concerned. As for the true reason, she truly has no real concrete idea as to why they managed it and no one else had.

A cloak to hide one from Death...

She can't help but snort.]

Trust me, Death comes for everyone eventually. You can't hide from her and you can't hide from her reapers and it's not a pleasant experience if you're considered a criminal. I was only there for a brief moment before being brought here.

Intent is important. The magic must have found you worthy. [He purses his lips, unimpressed with the idea of being consumed by jealousy. What a waste of time.] Instead of being encouraged by your example, they chose to become utterly useless.

[Hey now, the cloak exists. He is certain of it, though he hasn't been able to find it.]

The cloak came from Death. He tore it from his shoulders and offered it to one of three brothers long, long ago. [He smiles.] Am I to presume you perished?

[Oh look Ed decided to stroll right on in, curious about the company Lydia invited.]

What? Are we having backstory time without me? I'm so hurt, Lyds. [He flopped over dramatically in an chair at the table.] We both died yes, but we're here now, aren't we? Ready to bring glamour and fun to Genessia~

Less importantly, who are you? And why would Death offer a cloak like that to someone?

[Dammit, Edward, way to ruin the mood. She's rolling her eyes but doing a poor job of hiding the amused grin before motioning to him.]

And this is my ridiculous twin brother, he's also a magical skeletal lich thing. You never did tell me how that damn umbrella killed you, Ed~ [Wow, sore topic to bring up exactly, but whatever.]

Death wasn't a he last I checked, but I guess worlds are different... Though I do have to echo his question, why?

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