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canon: repo! the genetic opera

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Just think what I think: they're just money, they disgust him. And sometimes he gets busy, sometimes there's a rush. And you know he would break a wristcomm if he ever tried to use one, anyway.

I mean, it is going to be okay.

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What's a pretty thing like you doing with boy~ problems?

Oh, you know. Just the standard stuff that comes with dating a necromerchant.

What does come with dating a necromerchant? Is he also a necrophiliac?

Well, he's a drug dealer. Who...harvets his supply from dead bodies. In a cemetery where it used to be law for all caught grave-robbers to be shot on sight.

He...well. That...gets a little personal.

It is just a job I imagine.

I do have to get in touch with the man you're talking about at some point. While he isn't much more than a drug dealer his image and showmanship is perfect for something I have in mind.

How deviant. I do admire a girl who gets her paws on things she likely shouldn't.

That's a yes. If it weren't the case, you'd just say no, wouldn't you? Of course you would. But I take it he prefers you, over those icy, solemn bodies, or you wouldn't stick~ around~.

Well, it is. Sort of.

You...know GraveRobber?

In...some ways, a little bit. I mean, he is teaching me how to harvest.

Um. Well, see, there's this game he and I...sorta...play, sometimes and...I guess that's where it gets personal. But, um. He prefers me, yeah.

In a way but I'm not from your universe. Had I been I probably would of chosen him for his brashness to be my follower rather than my current one.

He would likely whine much less.

I...guess you must not know him all that well if you think he'll follow...well, anything.

Follower is just a term.

It would be more of a business proposition for him.

He'd probably listen. I mean. I don't really speak for him and can't, like...promise anything. But. Wh...what is it you want him to do?

Act as something of a message and possibly become an implement in killing a few gods.

Drug dealers are a dissolute, unscrupulous lot. The idea of a little girl like you, running around with one, learning his ~trade~, is as funny as it is fascinating.

Do you? ♥ You're stranger than you look.

Yeah, unscrupulous is a pretty okay word for what people usually think he is. And, come on, I'm almost eighteen, I'm not that little.

That's...a good thing?

...He's done something like that, already. I don't think he liked it very much.

Darling, I'm over 150 years old. You are a tiny wisp of a thing. If you make it as few as another five years, you'll see just how small you are.

It's the best sort of thing! What else have you got up your puffy sleeves? Do you take the bodies apart? Do you trundle them home? Make funny faces with them, in your mirror? Dress them up in your old clothes, and take a whack at your former self?

He killed a god?

They're just money?

...Oh. I guess that does make me sort of little. Are you magic, too, to be so old? I mean, I'm not calling you old, but...that's a long time to live.

I...guess my dad sort of did things like that. But I don't. I just...collect bugs.

Maybe a metaphorical god. And not by himself. But...sort of.

Is he against killing? And the odds would be far more in his favor than before. I more or less just need a human face and an ace in the hole if need be.

It would also provide the side benefit of allowing him to access the dreams of anybody he chooses. I imagine for someone selling pleasures that has to be of some benefit.

His...clients, I guess, in both of our cases. Yeah.

Am I magic? she says. Nothing is more magical than I am. But I'm no fae sort of thing, if that's what you mean. I'm a Grim Reaper, though I do think the ~grim~ part is misleading.

Strange father, strange daughter. Was your mother a bit odd, too?

He...does what he needs to, when he needs to.

Do you mean...steal them? And sell them? That...doesn't sound right.

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