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Tobais sat quietly on the bench his hand opened and closed He had on a thick green hoodie with the hood drawn over his face. His aged jeans has seen a bit too much wear and tear, they frayed over his boots. The face, visible under the hood gazed over the graveyard with empty eyes, this is where she was buried, Crystal, the one he lost, he looks down at the dark blackish purple glow around his hand and stands up. Today was the day that changed, he had seen it before...when she was attacked by the walking dead. He would have her back, he was done being alone. He walked to the grave, grasped the shovel he had stuck in the dirt still moist from the rain earlier and dug. Time passed and the sun finished its set and darkness fell upon the man and his doings. Dark times for dark deeds. As the time passed he recalled how he had fallen so low...

It was several years ago, he passed her on the street and they bumped into each other by no more than chance, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, in no time at all they were dating, he found himself the luckiest man on the face of the earth, that such a pristine woman would fall upon him.

Time went on and they were happy, they had moved in together and he had been there for her at the death of her mother, however when they went to deliver flowers to her grave..that is when it happened. He only stayed in the car for a moment, to plug in his cell phone, than he heard it, her scream, as he rushed to her he saw them..the living dead they had her in their clutches. He caught a glimpse of a hooded figure vanishing into the trees before he ran.

He finds he reaches her resting place sticks the shovel to the side and begins a chant over her form, outside the coffin. If necromancy took her away, than it would give..her..back, however a thunk upon the coffin interrupts his chant. It dawns on him like a tidal wave...she was attacked by zombies..and he buried her shortly after. Getting out of the grave he pales a bit more as the coffin is pushed open and the corpse of his beloved gets out..and starts to claw its way out of its grave.

He backs away and drops to his knees "No..crystal no..please" He says looking down, as the walking dead approached him slowly, holding out its arms almost as if to embrace him..one last time. The black power of necromancey fades from his hand as he waits...to be embraced by his beloved once more.

Sepsis had her own reasons for being in the cemetery on this evening. She had not forgotten one of her more recent trips to the Fade, and her encounter with Him. Even in death, He hated her for not being able to work the Dark Trick. Loathed her for the life He had left behind, and the family He had lost. To speak His name was almost unbearable to her, but here He lay. Or at least that's what the stone said.

Jarrod Grey
1984-2014
Husband, Father, Beloved

She stood, staring at the stone as though she could will His fate to have changed. To be with her. Forever. But, she could not blame herself forever. She had tried. How the dark gods knew she tried...and how they had mocked her for failing. Sighing softly to herself, Sepsis knelt, brushing the face of His tomb with her hand before resting a single perfect stargazer lily in front of the stone. A breath caught in her throat, and she smiled sadly to herself, remembering the first time He had ever given her one of these same beautiful flowers. She had still been human then...and they had both been foolish enough to believe that nothing could stop them from being together. Fate surely worked in cruel ways.

Rising, Sepsis shook her head. It did no good to be melancholy, she could not change what was, any more than she could bring Him back from the True Death. But it didn't mean she would forget Him, or He would forget her should she enter His realm again. There was nothing to be done about that now however, and it was time to tend to her duties for the evening.

TobaisCorbin wrote:"No..Crystal, no..please"

Her head whipped around quick as a viper at the words, and she realized she was not alone. Foolish of her...so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice anyone. Her eyes found the man, and she frowned briefly to herself. Someone certainly had had a busy night. The man stood beside a freshly exhumed, the shovel he used stuck in a pile of dirt close by. What interested her most however, was the rotting zombie that was now fast approaching the man....and he was making no attempt to escape.

Curious indeed.

Without thought, Sepsis lunged, placing herself between the human and the zombie, pushing the man back a few steps with one arm, before spinning and placing a well aimed front kick at the rotters chest. The zombie sprawled on the ground, tongue lolling out of it's mouth as it struggled to regain its footing. It never got a chance to however. In one fluid motion, Sepsis pulled her glock from her side holster, and aimed directly at the creatures face.

~BANG! BANG! BANG!~

Three shots, just to make sure, and the zombie lay still. Forever this time. She regarded the zombie with a mild look of disgust on her face, as the stench of the rotting flesh finally hit her nose. With one foot, she shoved the dead thing back in its grave, and turned to look at the human she had just saved.

"Peace" Sepsis said softly. "I'm not here to hurt you." Sepsis reached out and offered her hand to the man. His face expression was unreadable for the moment, but he truly was beautiful in a fragile human way.

Maybe she would keep him.

The attractive woman appears out of nowhere, she pushes him down and he is aghast. He had not even heard her coming, or known of her presence at all before right this moment. He watched, the world passing by as if it were a slow motion reel as she whipped out a handgun and put down the woman he loved. No, he cant think like that, he was a necromancer it was not her..he had to know that. His mind swam in a haze of gunshots, undeath and, something worse.

He had read that necromancy was not an art for a living human, what is the worst that could happen, he thought. His mind was in a dark haze, so when the hand was offered he took it not entirely knowing what was going on and pressed against the person. He knew not who they were, he did not care, only that they were there, right then. Black necromancy had already started to set in on the human and he muttered quietly incomprehensible words.

After a while however he looked at the woman properly and paled a bit, she looked..strange. Beautiful but strange, she looked from a different world. He however could not look upon her terribly long as the events had left his fragile human form drained and he passes out, falling against his savior.

Tobais had horrible dreams, muttering quietly to nobody as unseen phantasms plagued his dreams, as they had since he set down this path. However it faded a bit this time as he got closer to the waking world. When he at last greets said world, he was in a bed, a big fluffy comfy one. There was drapery over the bed of a fine quality, or so he had to assume. He holds his head when he rises and looks about, he could make out not but shadowed shapes on the other side of the drape, he almost feared to open it. The last he could recall was a woman with a gun blasting..something in the face. How he had ended up in this position was unknown.

He examined himself as he felt odd, and weak and coughed once or twice a few small spittles of blood fly onto the immaculate quilt on the bed. He paled a bit and hoped he did not have to play for that later, im cash or otherwise. Slowly scooting himself to the edge of the bed took more out of him than he thought it would and he could not stand up after he pulled the drape to the side to see the strangely decorated apartment. The copious amount of books made him feel comfortable, as did the large aquarium. It was however the strange artifacts the owner had about the room that drew his rapt interest. He focused on them and scarcely noticed if any other were in the room.

He jumps, incredibly surprised at the sudden appearance of the woman from earlier. She seemed to appear out of nowhere at all just like last time, this was the first time he had managed to get a real look at her and it was obvious..this woman was not human. He backs into the bookcase when she rises, with a grace that belied the nature he believed and he breathed a stammering breath.

He lets himself be lead to sitting beside her and he looked at her warily "Wh..what are you" He asks timidly after listening to the singsong tone of her voice. "I...i didn't know she had turned" He says looking down ashamed of his own ignorance in front of this strange, amazing creature that this woman was.

It was than that he fell over against her coughing and gagging, his body was falling apart, the toll of attempting such powerful necromancy as a feeble human. His entire body shuddered and he closed his eyes in pain for a moment. He recovered and pushed softly off of his inhuman host "s...sorry"

He seemed to hum and he snuggled into her almost out of reflex when she wrapped him tightly in her arms, he however allowed the feeling to pass when he found the embrace had run its course and come to pass. He wanted to embrace her again, it made him feel safe, but that was not what had to happen now, he couldent just throw himself at a random woman he barely knew.

"I am Tobais, Corbin" He says hanging onto her name like a lifeline. He bent over and coughed up some blackish goop that appeared to be blood. When he again rights himself he looks at her apologetically "She...is not...was not, just a rotter" He says managing a bit of a harsh note, but he found he could not keep it up with this beautiful creature for long. His hostility melted away and he shook his head. "Her name was Crystal, she was everything to me, i thought..i mean..i refused to give up on her" He says tears welling up in his eyes. He had told this story to nobody, and it had been welling up inside for years. Aside from that he owed his savior an explanation "I thought i could..bring her back not be so damned alone. I guess...i was too late. She was already back when i.." He shudders and breaks down into another coughing fit and looks at his hand which shakes quite a bit. He feared what was happening to him. Whatever it was it hurt, horribly, he wanted it to just end..one way or the other.