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[Can’t a bloke fade from existence without ending up in some place that he didn’t plan to be? This was hardly what not existing should look like. Unless he died instead of fading from existence. Then that would make this place Hell or possibly Heaven. He’d assume the latter. He just finished reading the little flier, and he’s finding the stuff a wee bit hard to swallow. So after messing around with the device for a while, he decides to say something.]

So what the piece of shite pamphlet said is true. Someone just brings our arses here and dumps us off here? And for what? None of you figure out that bit of info yet? There’s gotta be a purpose for all this.

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[No one else is there because they aren't cool enough to have weird hair.]

Either you lot are just bad a figurin' this stuff out or the ones doing all this business are just good at hiding it. [He was going to assume the latter for the moment because he had no evidence on the former.]

What are these archways you are talkin' about?

You're in luck, as I happen to be able to demonstrate.

[The phone sweeps away from Kid's face, showing a blurry image of a city street before settling on a grand archway.]

This one in particular leads to Everglade, known by most to be somewhat dangerous for the unprepared.

[Lingering there a moment, it eventually turns back to Kid.]

Although I suppose it's better if introductions were made. My name is Death the Kid.

Well would you look at that. [He studies it for a few moments as Kid lets the phone linger on it. He might have to do some explorin' in this place.]

Death the Kid. Sorta a morbid name that you got there. Names David Haller. Nice to make your acquaintance.

[The young man lifts his eyebrows at that, as if the concept was utterly alien to him. Indeed, when you're raised in Death City where skull motifs are en vogue and local slang would have definitely fit the bill of morbid.]

A pleasure, Mr. Haller. I was named after my late-but-no-less-exalted father, whose role as Lord Death I have recently assumed.

[So matter-of-fact.]

So you are like some sort of Grim reaper, that what you are trying to tell me? [Because that's kind of what it sounds like to him. Though the Kid hardly looks like what one would think the grim reaper might look like.]

[Although muted, Kid's expression seems one of pleasant surprise.]

Precisely and exactly.

[Isn't it nice when you don't have to go on and on explaining what you are? What a delightful surprise.]

Where do you come from, if I might ask?

[It's not common around here that someone identifies a reaper on 'hello', after all, he's curious.]

[It was just a guess, really. When someone says they are Lord Death, he doubted that meant they shot rainbow kittens from their fingers to brighten everyone's day.]

Earth. Unless you mean a specific place, in which case I've moved around a bit. California, Paris, Scotland. Though for sure the next place I was gonna add to the list was "non-existence" but looks like it'll be Genessia instead.

Ah, that explains everything.

[A satisfied nod, and Kid moves on, assured that his awareness of reapers was a product of his origins. After all, Lord Death did make his base of operations in North America.]

Non-existence? What a waste of a soul. Tell me, why would you seek your own eradication?

My being alive would have lead to a much higher body count than I would have liked. Needs of the many outweighs the needs of the few and all that shite.

A noble story.

[No, Kid is not making a mockery of it, he's just heard this sort of thing before. It's something of a staple among tales about heroes and their acts of derring-do. He went to an academy with a fair number of them!!]

Perhaps you made the wrong decision, but not with poor intentions. While you are here, it might serve you to revisit it and decide for yourself if making the ultimate sacrifice really would have had the desired outcome.

[Your moment of unsolicited advice brought to you by the letter D.]

I can't see myself changin' my view on it. It wasn't like it was a rash decision, and I'm at peace with it. But who knows what being in this place will do to me.

[He appreciates the advice, though.

Sorta of funny to hear a Grim reaper telling someone they should continue to live, though.

[The young boy with the strange three stripes bisecting only one half of a head of black hair smiles in the way of one familiar with an old joke.]

That much, I couldn't say. It's a lesson I'm learning along with you.

[Who can really go on saying what it is one can expect to really learn here, when Kid has yet to figure out what the whole point to being here is.]

Life is precious, as are the souls that give of themselves to it.

So you are a grim reaper that values life. Was your Pops the same way or are you just changin' the way things are done?

A common misconception perpetuated by those too ignorant or imaginative to write the truth in their books.

[He shrugs, unbothered.]

It wasn't so in Death City, where my late father was beloved by the students and faculty of his academy, where the next generation of gifted humans were trained to defend or lead.

A reaper's duty is to the souls of the living as well as the dead. I'm surprised to hear you lived in North America but did not know this. Are you another from one of those other Earths I've heard of?

Kind of seems that way. It's not an uncommon occurrence where I'm from. But an Academy for training gifted people, my Pops had a school like that. I my world, I'm what you'd call a mutant. A human born with a thing called an X-Gene. A lot of us have powers and or physical mutations that set us apart from the regular world.

My Pops made a school for people like us where we could go to and be safe, because regular humans aren't exactly fans of us.

It's important that all living beings embrace those differences that spring up. It's your adaptability and changeable natures that make you such hardy beings, after all.

[There is admiration there; the reaper loves humans, that much may be obvious. For all their imperfections and mortality, it was these fragile, vivacious beings among whom he was raised.]

The situation of these people with this 'X-Gene' you speak of, they remind me of the Weapons of my world, and how some humans, fearing what they didn't understand, persecuted them.

How ironic it must have seemed to them that these same Weapons would eventually become the right hands of those who tirelessly defended them from those that would threaten civilization. It was a sad chapter of our world's history, but one I am glad to have put behind us.

Lucky for those people in your world. It's still a rampant issue with mutants. I don't know that it will get any better, come some mutants are arseholes and do nothing by antagonize normal humans. Though humans don't treat us any better. It can get pretty dangerous depending on the powers that we pack and our level of control.

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