[CLOSED] death by any other name is Deacon.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Don't worry, she's dead." He said flatly, then wheeled back to the dead body. He started to collect samples of the hair, putting them in a small tube. "And even if you were to assume I have a biological child.. I couldn't get a boner looking at a girl if I tried. So I'm pretty sure that's a no go. Saint Peter let me keep her when they sent me to take her. They never gave her wings, so she's like, a spirit that grows and you can touch and play with." He sat the tube aside, then began getting samples from underneath his fingernails.

"Although, I can't help thinking the nut would do good being able to walk through walls. She's always running into things, especially since she like, is just learning how to walk." He sat that vial aside, then grabbed a bunch of tubes, and an IV. He began drawing blood from the corpse's arm, humming his tune again.

[chrisopher 'kit' theron burke]

"Oh." What more was there to say to that? In one fell swoop Kit had found out his boss way gay, had a spirit child, and was death himself. This was going to be just peachy. He took the vials of samples in silence, logging them accordingly before putting them into a special cartridge. He watched Deacon as he worked, thinking it was a shame someone so good-looking couldn't be touched. In the silence he blurted out," well, I'm an incubus." As if that meant anything to the grim reaper.

[deacon reid rudman]

"I know what you are." He said quietly, leaning back in his seat. "I know what everyone is. And I know when you're going to die. Granted, I don't take it upon myself to shorten that time. Or you to do it yourself. But I know when you're naturally going to die. Everyone except these fallen angels walking around. And the vampires. Anything that's already dead?" His voice slowly grew rhaspier and rhaspier, Death growing more and more prominent in the boy's body, slowly pushing him to the back of his mind.

"When he's not looking, watch the way he moves, the way he bites on his snakebites when his mask isn't on. How his eyes are dark blue around the edges, then a lighter blue, then a bright green, and then green. How his smile is contagious and each of his teeth are perfect. Watch the way he carries himself." He raised an eyebrow, looking for a reaction. "And tell me how fair it is he was punished like this. But you know what they say- life's not fair. And neither am I."

[chrisopher 'kit' theron burke]

Oh, well now he felt stupid. He fidgeted with the hem of his jacket as Deacon spoke, only looking up when the voice began to change. Staring into those soulless black eyes he knew he was in the presence of Death, and no longer Deacon.

How was he supposed to tell Death that within the first few minutes of meeting his host he had become enamored, was already watching his every move. "Then why him?" His voice was a hushed murmer, almost strangled by being so close to Death.

[deacon reid rudman]

Death watched him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Because the best things in life are to be admired." His eyes slowly faded back to his bright green color, and he looked up at the boy as if no time had lapsed. He handed him the vial in his hand.

"You can bring them all upstairs to Ace. Short little boy, pretty blue eyes. He's only like, fifteen. He'll bring them to the lab." He said, then grabbed a small box from a shelf. He slowly started stitching up the body, his eyes fading to a black not quite as deep as they were before, pretty much floating in limbo between Deacon and Death.

[chrisopher 'kit' theron burke]

"There is a difference between admiring and stealing." In one of his rare serious moments Kit's voice was flat, emotionless. For some reason Death's cool impartiality angered him, but what could he do? When his eyes shifted again Kit was caught off guard, and was almost caught with his mouth open. Not trusting himself to speak he spun around and stalked out of the room to find Ace.

After finding the boy and dropping off the vials he headed back to the morgue, still mulling over the conversation with Death. He entered the room quietly, taking a moment to just watch Deacon as he worked.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon stitched up the body slow, his movements slow and calculated, but strangely delicate. He walked back over to the shelf, grabbing a pair of scissors before cutting the line of stitches he had made. He chewed on his snakebites, the action hidden beneath his mask. He rounded the other side and began stitching that side up when he saw the boy out of the corner of his eye. He glanced up at him.

"There's another body in the freezer if you want to get it out." He said quietly, then finished what he was doing. He walked over to the sink, pulling off his gloves then his mask, still chewing on the metal in his lip. He began washing his hands, then walked over to get a new pair of gloves and a new mask.

[chrisopher 'kit' theron burke]

Kit nodded, forcing a smile onto his face so Deacon wouldn't think anything was wrong. He headed to the freezer, yanking the heavy metal door open and sticking his face in. The cool air felt nice, and thanks to that same air, there was no decaying stench. He looked at the body that was closest, a younger woman, and studied her. Not one of his victims thank goodness. He didn't know how he would react if one came across Deacon's table.

As he wheeled out the gurney he watched Deacon again, trying to figure out how emeshed his personalty was with Death's. Were they aware of everything each other did?

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon pulled on his gloves, then pulled on the mask, keeping it under his chin. He moved around the boy, grabbing a tray of instruments. He smiled at him, his bright green eyes almost hypnotizing. It was a shame someone so attractive couldn't be touched. He chewed on his snakebite as he sorted through the instruments, picking up a scalpel. He pulled his mask up over his face, and tucked his sleeves into his gloves. Black slowly started leaking out from his pupils, swirling around the bright green. He bent over the body, slowly making a Y incision from each shoulder to the bottom of the ribcage, then to just above the pubic bone.

"You need to switch gloves and grab a new clipboard. Add the information on the tag to the top of the board, then I'll start." He looked up at him again.

[chrisopher 'kit' theron burke]

Once again Kit was mesmerized by Deacon's eyes. They weren't natural. There was just no way. Nodding like an idiot he changed gloves and began writing down the important info. He watched as his boss carefully, almost artistically began the procedure, cutting through the dead flesh with expert precision. It was something that didn't really need as much thought as he seemed to put into it, but maybe that was just the way he was. Once he had written down all the asked for info he looked up at Deacon and nodded.