[Accidental Video]

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[Another random camera - or maybe the same one from before, it's hard to tell - catches Death walking about along some street. There is a constant pattering sound quite separate from the clattering steps of his bony feet. And . . . is that a trail of brightly colorful stones? If one didn't know better, one would think they look like Skittles. Either he's walking along them a single-line path of them or . . . no . . . no, they must be coming FROM him - they're only behind, none ahead.]

[Death finally pauses, skull tilting downward toward the street as he seems to look around...and spot the trail he's leaving. He doesn't exactly sigh - he hasn't any lungs - but there's clearly a long-suffering impression before he turns to continue wordlessly on his way.]

[Looks like someone's been turned into a pooping-candy dispenser.]

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[dirge]

[Dirge looks very disappointed. If someone as terrifying as this being could do nothing about a haunting, perhaps no one really could.]

I see.

[He fidgets nervously with his claws, one wing flicking and then the other.]

You're something...very strong. But different. [The clone says quietly, trying to make sense of what his shard is telling him.]

Opposite. [Of the all-spark? And the all spark was...creation....life...-! Dirge looks suddenly alarmed, perhaps more so than when he'd first discovered who was at the end of the candy trail.]

Oh, I get it now. That's what you meant by 'it wasn't my time.' Of course its not. I don't have a time. Stay away from me.

[Pause.]

....Why are you trailing candy?

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YOU DO. ALL DO. THOUGH I WILL CONCEDE THAT YOURS IS A…SPECIAL AND UNUSUAL CASE. BUT THE DETERMINATION IS NOT MINE TO MAKE. I MERELY CARRY OUT MY TASK WHEN REQUIRED.

[The being shifted to study the trail.]

IF I AM NOT MISTAKEN, IT HAS TO DO WITH THE MIASMA-SUMMONED CANDIES I PARTOOK OF RECENTLY. YOU ARE WELCOME TO THEM IF YOU WISH.