#deadsmart

The Dead Boy Detective Agency. His aunt had been going on about souls who avoided her for a long time lately; and while aware that the Dead Boy Detectives were in fact 'Dead Boys' he had been able to convince her that these ghosts should be allowed to continue their work.

As a result, he had two powerful artifacts in boxes in his hands as he entered the office, unannounced. One was a ring of moonstone with his aunt's symbol carved into it. The other was a necklace with the same sort of symbol, though it was a rainbow obsidian stone with the carving.

Sitting down, he smiled and waited...until feeling one of them nearby.

"Don't be afraid. I know my aura may feel strange. Deathlike even. She's my aunt. And she would like to extend an offer to the two of you."

He kept talking, knowing at least one of them could hear him.

"She wants to offer you immunity. With her gifts, no one from the after life will try to whisk you away. You will...work for her. Helping lost souls."

He opened the boxes, revealing the jewelry.

CHARLES IS IN HIS OWN LITTLE WORLD FOR A MOMENT, STUDYING THE FIDGET TOY THAT HE'D FOUND. His companion's voice breaks him out of focus, and the thing drops to his lap in preference of looking at Edwin. At the familiar softness of his hair, and the cadence of his jaw. Down there.

If he BRISTLES, it's by nature. He still remembers the fear that coursed into him, the realization that his BEST MATE was gone. It made him uneasy. He hadn't realized he could still properly feel until he watched as that creature snatched him right up and took him AWAY.

That fear was in more than just his chest.

It was everywhere.

❝ Did you ? ❞ He shoves the toy back into his bag, watches as it disappears. Edwin's words have him STILL. ❝ Nah, mate. 'S hard, innit? Not being able to see yourself... I think I know your face better than I know mine. ❞ Charles had certainly been looking at it long enough. ❝ Not a bad face to look at for eternity, though. ❞

"Edwin..." a soft tone as she walked up to him and grabbed his hand, she could see him, touch him now, but it was platonic of course, but she poured every inch of love she felt for this silly boy into that hand hold.

Normally when Michael found himself dead he could just bugger off for a while so he didn't have to see what was being done to him, if the circumstances happened to be worse than an accident. He never went very far, after all, he had to get back inside his body before anyone saw him. Especially Death... or even whoever the hell the crazy woman was who just loved to show up at the worst times, he didn't exactly understand her deal, but she sure did love to yell at him.

Maybe he should have rethought that policy a while ago, but lessons aren't typically learned until something goes terribly wrong. This time, the "terribly wrong" had happened.

When he had returned to the scene, his body was gone. The only other time when he had been jumped in an alley, they had taken what he had and left his body be.

"Ooooooh no! Oh shit! No, no, no, no, no!" The half fae ran his fingers through his hair, looking around as though maybe his body might just be in front of his eyes and he just wasn't seeing it.