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[It doesn't matter where you are in Aliunde today, if you are outdoors or even just watching out a window, at some point a very tiny little blond will be sweeping in front of you. Or raking leaves. Or picking things up. Or washing things. Because it's the little details that count, and if a place is going to be successful and pleasant looking it

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[Jack has finally got a break from work and needs to get some air. He heads through the streets, pausing at the sound of humming. It's a song he recognises and he blinks over, smiling lightly.]

I haven't heard that song in quite some time. [He has his hands shoved deep in his pockets.] You're new here.

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Alien technology. I was killed in an invasion, someone revived me but they did it too much. Now I can't die and won't ever die.

[Listening to the explanation, Jack gets more and more excited about it, even if it's horrible.]

You're a fixed point!! Me too! Oh man, Sexy's gonna hate this. The Doctors too! [He laughs, gripping Lazarus by his shoulders.] That happens to me. As long as there's even a fragment left, I come back, you do too, right?

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So... You are not a necromancer, then? I'm so confused. But you have my sympathies. I would not wish this fate on the cruelest of my enemies.

[He's watching him with wide, worried eyes. Not understanding why he's so pleased.]

What? ...Sexy? I... I... I don't know what you are speaking of, and what doctors?! Not the ones I work with, surely? Please, do not tell them! I am a most wretched creature, and I could not bear for others to see me as such.

[Jack's excitement is both infectious and terrifying. But Lazarus cannot deny that there's a part of him that feels guiltily happy about finding someone who understands. Someone who is not a monster built of death. He can't take comfort in the fact that there were other necromancers in his home world. Not with what they have chosen to do.]

Yes. That's right. I could be nothing but dust, or less than that even, but still I would regenerate.

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No, I'm a Time Agent. [Ex-Time Agent.] I'm from the future. It's kind of complicated.

[He laughs lightly, shaking his head.] Sexy is the name of a woman here. She and three guys who all call themselves The Doctor have problems with people like us. They're friends of mine, but they get a little uncomfortable with the fixed point issue. They're time travellers, it's kind of defeating the point when time doesn't move for us.

But I won't tell anyone, don't worry. It's not the easiest thing to explain to people.

[He chuckles lightly, nodding a little.] Have you died many times?

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I haven't a clue what you're speaking about. It does seem complicated, I will not argue that!

[He's a little shocked at what a scandalous name it is. But he's not judgmental, clearly this world is full of people who are far less repressed than those back home.] It... is an interesting name. And many have problems with people like me. And I do not blame them for it. [He is so lost now, time travel and doctors and fixed points are all terribly confusing and fascinating. And he nods, trying to keep up while Jack speaks.]

You have my gratitude, a thousand times! I simply do not wish to be exiled, and to lose my chance at assisting those in need.

[He's calmer now, his worries finally steamrolled away by Jack's ridiculous happiness.] A good many times, yes. And in a multitude of ways. Ah, have you as well? I cannot help but to feel curious. And it is hard to hold back from questioning you!

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It's crazy, don't worry about understanding. Half the time, I don't.

[He laughs, nodding softly.] Her real name is TARDIS but everyone calls her Sexy.

No one will exile you here, Laz. A lot of people know about me and I've got plenty of friends. And one annoying girl with dark hair who pops up every now and then to scream at me until I'm furious. She's giving everyone a sob story that she uses to manipulate people.

[He rolls his eyes, but smiles down at Lazarus.] Millions of times, quite literally. I was buried for... a long time, so every time I woke up, I suffocated. Few minutes later? Happened again. For about a century, I think.

[He grins.] Ask away! I don't mind!

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Then I suppose I cannot worry, then. Only hold on for the ride, as some might say. I'm alright with that, though! Sometimes you need to simply be, instead of thinking too much on the details.

I think I see now. [Not really. But he's winging it.]

I am glad to know that you are well liked, and with good friends. But... What of this girl? I spoke with a child earlier that caused my heart to ache with her plight, who was dark haired and inconsolable. Surely they are not one and the same?

[Lazarus seems more than a little upset about even the slightest possibility that the child might be less than truthful with him. And sadder still at what reasons she might have to act out that way. But he pushes the thought out of his mind at that smile.] I cannot imagine such a fate! Buried alive, I cannot fathom it at all...

[He bites at his lower lip a little, thinking of what to ask. And how to ask it without seeming too forward.] When did you know? Did you realize it right away? Or did it take time for you to know that you had become this way?

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That girl. Ugh, Becca. She's... well, I thought she was nice at first, you know? Whiny kid but she's not too bad. But the minute anyone mentions alcohol? She's all fake tears and fake angst. It's ridiculous. [He crosses his arms over his chest, still gripping the top of the broom.] Now, I did let my temper get the best of me but she just wouldn't quit.

A friend of mine, Loki's his name, he's told me some pretty horrible things about her. She used his brother and his brother's girlfriend to threaten someone without them knowing this someone hadn't done anything wrong. Now, I'm not saying they should've threatened anyone, but still, it's pretty lame to manipulate people like that.

Let alone manipulate gods like that. [He sighs, shaking his head a little. It's kind of depressing to talk about Becca at all. So, he focuses on what Lazarus is saying to him.]

It's not the worst death I've had, just the longest. [He thinks for a moment.] It was a while after it happened. I got shot in the heart, and woke up. Then it just kept happened.

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She seems miserable and entirely unwell. I worry for her. Perhaps more so now that I've been made aware of her less proper actions, and what she has hidden from me. It is a sad thing indeed to imagine that she would feel the need for such behavior. [And he feels guilty all of the sudden, and shakes his head. He understands that having a fearful life and a cruel fate could drive some to poor actions, but he would like to think that all are above it.] I am disgusted with myself, but I nearly did the same for a moment. It was hard not to find some offense in her words. [He thinks for a moment, trying to find a way to help her truly.] She says that she has an adopted father here. Do you think it might be wise to speak to him of her outbursts? He might not be aware of her behavior, and could reign her in if need be.

...Loki? I've read about his namesake. When I was young. [Mythology was to him what dirty fanfiction is to moderns teens on the net. Awful, and addictive. And certainly forbidden by his parents. And his cheeks color a bit at

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[He huffs out a breath of a laugh, shaking his head a little.] She's manipulative, she's not to be trusted. If you can help it, don't fall for her tricks. She'll have you wrapped around her finger, sweet guy like you.

[He thinks for a few moments.] It's probably a good idea to talk to whoever she thinks is her dad. I know she lives with some guy called Cloud, he's probably who she means.

[Laughing, Jack nods slightly.] Loki, the real one. He's not a namesake, he's the actual, genuine god. And he's a tricky bastard but a good friend of mine. [He smiles, seeing Lazarus blush, amused by it.] You're right, it needs to be stopped.

[He nods slightly, a light smile on his face.] It's not nice being like us when we're able to come back but we still remember how painful it is to die. [He pauses, looking at him.] How old are you really, then?

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It's terrible... But I am not her father, nor am I her keeper. There is little I can do to stop her, save for speaking to this Cloud and encouraging him to take an active part to save her from herself. [He nods, determinedly, set on making a call later this day.] I'll do what I can, though. Thank you for warning me, Jack.

You mean... I... Oh. Oh. [He wrings his hands, broom falling to the ground, eyes widening.] So there are more gods than the one that has turned his back on me. I-I'm not sure if I'm horrified or fascinated beyond belief. A-and that god. [He's blushing, fangirling, and having a moral dilemma all at once.]

No, it isn't pleasant. But I don't mind really! It was only bad the first few times, a body can get used to anything I think! [He's just a baby in the end. Physically in his teens, mentally still close to that.] I'll be forty on the first of January.