#errantwish

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Standing before Fate was a pitch-black, shadowed form. It was, however, made recognizable as a humanoid shape.

This form almost looked like a man Fate met some time ago, but a lot of things were just as off-putting as when the being before him called him by his name. For starters, he was much taller than B.J. There were burning red highlights indicating his eyes and what appeared to be markings of unholy nature, from neck to arms to lower torso.

"You know my name. Most in Hell have forgotten about it by now, only referring to me as the Nameless, or the Dark Lord." Davoth stated rather plainly, for one who rules a realm full of strife, war and (un)death.

"Shit. I... uh, good to see you again, Captain. I don’t know think I can overstate how thankful I am...” For the aid, and for the fact he hadn’t decided to mouth off that day they met at the War Zone. Usually people like Carver were more bark than bite, they’d back down... either intimidated by the whole look and demeanor, the posturing - or more likely, they figured he wasn’t worth it.

Which.. Eddie wasn’t sure whether he should take offense to that or not. He preferred not to fight, not getting hit... but if push came to shove? He liked to think he could handle He was stronger than he looked, and the rings could probably deal some damage... but in this situation? It had been about five against one. The older man had made short work of them, which wasn’t all that surprising... nor was the mercy he had shown. He could have inflicted a lot more harm had he wanted to, obviously, but... it wasn’t about hurting the other guys - or even teaching them a lesson. It was about defending him.

He wasn’t quite sure what to make of that. Again, he was thankful, but...

BJ braces himself, looks away, and holds his arms out like he's going to give a hug.

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@errantwish​ asked: “ you’re a little trickster, aren’t you?”

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B.J’s remark was met with an uproarious laughing fit, muffled a bit from within his cupped hands. She couldn’t help it: Chase was one of Melody’s favorite games, and all that time spent playing it with her father trained her well. Though, on this occasion:

Ren cocked his head. Why in the world—in any world, let alone Otherworld—would this man think himself frightening, even by mistake? Perhaps it was because Ren was in the shape of a blackbird.

Don't be absurd, he said, in his way. Now, then, good sir, most merry minstrel. Do you know where you are?

In his domain, the one not quite below, above, or in-between—the Otherworld—Ren could be a blackbird in its trees, an eel in its rivers. In the world Jon crossed from, Ren's body lay strewn in the crater where it landed a millennium ago. Once, he had been a star, a king of the heavens. Now, he was no more than a rock to the dull human eye, a steward to the dead, and it seemed, a friend to madmen, ghouls, and wandering souls.

He hopped up and down the persimmon branch; the fruit trembled gently. Ren was effervescent in those days; he had just constructed his 200th room, and Jof had been the first to set foot there.

No, said Ren. This is not another one of your visions, you poor, dear fool. The last thing you remember is walking through the arc of mushrooms at your feet. And now you are on the other side of the world. 

Ren bounced back and trilled.

What do you make of that? And while you're at it, what do you make of this garden? It's my fifth. 

Everything hurt. Partner that with confusion and you had Eddie Munson at the current moment. He could barely walk. His whole torso screamed in agony as he stumbled through the woods. His body drenched with water from Lover’s Lake, which he hadn’t realized he’d crawled out from. His body felt heavy on top of the pain and eventually he crumbled to his knees, just trying to focus on breathing when he heard the sound of leaves ruffling.