"My name is Death and the end is here"

[dontfearmebaby]

Who: Death and Charles Xavier
What: Professor Xavier is dead. She's Death. Do the math.
Where: X-Mansion
When: 9/23, Day 5 (Even more "Night")
Warning: Porn. Just kidding. Probably sadness.

So many lights were going out. Friends, people she'd never met, people she'd seen in passing. It made sense, sadly enough. With all of the darkness weighing down

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[arethebettermen]

He was laying Sean's lap, just as he had been, when Mei tried to save him. Charles knew the moment that Sean took down the creature that he wasn't going to make it out. Just like he knew right when the bullet hit his spine and he fell to the ground that he would never walk again. It was a realization he had seemed to make immediately on both occasions, except this time he was far more accepting of it. He was protecting Sean; his student, friend, part of his family. Charles honestly could not think of a way he would rather die than protecting a loved one

[dontfearmebaby]

She watched as the emotion flickered across his face. A frown marred her pretty features and her hands were clasped behind her back. Her ever-present ankh hung around her neck. In the darkness, one might think it was glowing. Or it might have just been a trick of the light. What little light there was.

Unclasping her hands, Death took a step forward, holding her hand down to Charles. When he didn't lift his hand right away, Death chuckled humorlessly, lowering her hand to her side.

"It's understandable, your wariness. And, well, the fact that your body is there and yet you are right here. And here I am, dressed all in black and standing over you. You want answers. You only need one."

A pregnant pause.

"I'm Death."

[arethebettermen]

"It certainly explains why I was unable to read you." Charles replied flatly.

He didn't mean to sound rude but, it did leave several questions answered he had about her. If this he had met her in any place other than Promenade, Charles was fairly certain he wouldn't believe she was Death. Or at least the embodiment of the phenomenon. He had met several amazingly strange people in the city, but Didi was certainly in the high ranks of that category.

How could someone trap Death in a city?

"I only have one question, actually." He said, his tone remaining flat, getting to the point of the matter. He saw no reason to dance around the subject. "Am I dead in outside the city as well, or only here?"

[dontfearmebaby]

Death was quiet for a long moment after his comment.

Then she laughed. She didn't mean to. It's just...not what you expect the first thing out of a dead man's mouth to be. She laughed for a good minute then looked to the ceiling and calm down. "Yes, that would be why you couldn't read me."

He wasn't freaking out. Not that she wanted him to, but he was more neutral to the idea of being dead.

She shook her head at his question. "To be honest, I don't know."