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[A random camera - probably from someone's abandoned comm drone - flickers on at registering movement somewhere close in front of it. There's a wide, if empty, street visible. And a rainbow ending in a deep, golden kettle of . . . what appear to be tiny stones in a multitude of colors. But what caught the drone's attention?]

[Possibly the thick, black mist that's flowing across the ground. The mist pauses, gathering on itself as it comes close to the pot. Then it condenses further, rising up vertically as it solidifies into a familiar, if for many very unwelcome sight - a very tall, impossibly thin figure wrapped in a flowing black robe, face hidden in the depths of the hood.]

The figure crouches down on its heels and extends a long arm, a skeletal hand of long fingers coming into view as it reaches into the pot. Gingerly, it pinches one of the "stones" between the boney tips of thumb and forefinger, lifting the pebble up for better viewing. The figure turns the pebble this way and that, and then . . . the fingers reach shallowly into the hood, coming away empty. Did he/she/it just...EAT that thing? It would seem so, the head tilting slightly as the figure seems to decide what it things of the pebble.]

[Apparently, it likes it, as next comes out what must be a pouch of some kind, formed of smokey blackness. A boney hand scoops a generous helping of pebbles into the pouch. Then it stands, and casually starts to walk off, popping another pebble into its unseen mouth.]

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[It just so happens that Lea had been following that same rainbow, and found the self same pot of 'pebbles' as Death had, if a few moments later. A quick sniff revealed that they weren't colored stones, as one might assume, but fruity candy of some kind. A kind Death apparently liked.]

You know, it might not be a smart move to eat those. Remember what happened the last time the miasma left out snacks for us?

[Death pauses to turn and look at Lea. And...kind of shrugs.]

I AM NOT CONCERNED. THE MIASMA CANNOT HARM ME. THOUGH CARE WOULD BE ADVISABLE TO OTHERS.

[He looks down at the collection of candy pebbles in his smoke-formed bag.]

ON MANY EARTHS, THESE ARE CALLED SKITTLES, IF I AM NOT MISTAKEN.

[Just a tidbit of knowledge . . . because he himself is curious about them, if nothing else.]

HOW HAVE YOU BEEN, LEA?

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[Lea chuckles.]

You know, I figured you of all people would know better than to say things like that. The universe might take it as a challenge.

[Yeas, Lea's mostly kidding. But only mostly, since they did kinda have to rescue Death once already.]

Skittles, huh? Interesting. Wonder what they're doing at the end of a rainbow? I thought there was supposed to be a pot of gold here...

[The question of how he's been, however, gets a sigh and a bit of a shrug.]

I've been alright. Considering, well... you know.

[The announcement of Elsa's departure had been public, after all, and even if it hadn't, this was Death he was talking to. If anyone knew about the comings and goings around here, it'd be him.]

How've you been?

[A silly question to ask, maybe, but it seemed like the polite thing to do, under the circumstances.]

[He'd not been harmed, merely contained, and it had taken an immensely powerful ritual to do it. Still . . . point taken. The hooded head nods.]

AND THE UNIVERSE DOES ENJOY CHALLENGES.

MYTHS REGARDING RAINBOWS VARY. SOME MERELY MENTION TREASURE. WHAT CONSTITUTES "TREASURE" IS OFTEN UP FOR INTERPRETATION. A CHILD, FOR EXAMPLE, MIGHT VALUE A LARGE POT OF CANDY MORE THAN A POT OF GOLD.

[The shift in attitude doesn't escape Death, and he turns more fully to Lea.]

YOU MISS HER. [It's not a question so much as an acknowledgment.] YOU WILL SEE HER AGAIN. PERHAPS NOT IN THIS LIFETIME, BUT YOU WILL.

I HAVE BEEN WELL, BY YOUR STANDARDS. THE MIASMA HAS BEEN RELATIVELY QUIET, AND SO HAS THE POPULACE OF HAVEN.

[In other words, not a lot of deaths and not much Guardian stuff to handle. No news is good news?]

[Lea mad a thoughtful noise.]

Mmm... guess that's true. And you can't really eat gold either, so candy's a lot more helpful if you're hungry, even if it doesn't have much nutritional value.

[Unless one was somewhere that accepted gold as currency or trade goods in which case it still might be helpful in getting food. But that would be over-complicating the discussion.

Lea smiled a little sadly at Death's declaration about Elsa.]

Hopefully I don't have to wait quite that long. But thanks.

[And carefully avoiding the subject of the rest of his life potentially not being that long a time, if Master Xehanort and his cohorts had their way back home. Because yeah, not something he liked thinking too hard about.]

The miasma being quiet is good news for everyone. Only activity I've seen from it are these rainbows, and they seem innocent enough.

[Emphasis on the 'seem' because the miasma was tricky like that.]

[Wing can’t help an amused look....Death...is eating...what is that? Something. Looks like some kind of treat.]

I must admit, you’re the last I expected to see indulging in such things.

[There's an impression of return amusement in the headtilt as Death shifts to look at him.]

I DO NOT PERCEIVE OR SHARE THE SAME SENSATIONS AS YOU DO, BUT I AM ABLE TO EXPERIENCE THINGS IN MY OWN WAY. I GAIN NO NOURISHMENT, BUT NEITHER ARE THEY HARMFUL.

HOW HAVE YOU BEEN, WING?

[He gives the being a nod.]

I have been well. You have been too?

[On one hand that seems odd to ask, on the other...they had rescued the being once already, so...maybe it wasn’t too odd to ask.]

[The being had not been harmed, merely contained. Still, the question is a valid one. The hooded head nods.]

I HAVE BEEN WELL, BY YOUR STANDARDS. THE MIASMA HAS BEEN RELATIVELY QUIET, AND SO HAS THE POPULACE OF HAVEN.

[In other words, not a lot of deaths and not much Guardian stuff to handle. No news is good news?]

[Wing couldn’t be sure of that, there was a lot of pain in the room, and things had happened so fast. It was best, at this point, to assume the worst had happened and be glad it wasn’t as bad as it first appeared.]

[Or it’s the calm before the storm...]

I don’t know if that’s comforting or worrisome. Unicron still sleeps?

[The hooded head dips again.]

Unicron sleeps, as does Primus.

As with all things, there are ebbs and flows. Times of stillness are not necessarily worrisome, Wing. Remain vigilant, but also take your rest and your peace when you can. Do not let what might be ruin what is.

[He nods.] I understand. I can't deny that it worries me that he's quite a bit closer now than he was the last time we had to face him. If he wakes, we may not know until it's too late.

...Why did he come here? I mean, there are obviously many Cybertrons out there, why did Unicron come after this one?

[He's not expecting an answer, not really, though he guesses if anyone knows, Death would...]

[Death is still for a moment, as if considering. His “voice” is low when he does speak.]

There is a uniqueness to this world, even compared to its siblings across the multiverses. It is that uniqueness that he seeks.

[Is he being intentionally obtuse? Yup. But it answers the question. More or less.]

[He studies the figure.]

And...you're not going to tell me much more about that "uniqueness" than that, are you?

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