#Milo hardly remembers this but Asier does

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Past Visions

‘Scars... reminders that the past was real.’

A night of twisted fate. A day of unkind circumstance. Death often was seen as having nothing to fear. Nothing to stop it, for it was inevitable and would always find those on the mortal plane. In secret, it was not so. Immortality and undeath existed. Those could be taken away of course, but so could the prospect of death.

Like any idea, it could be changed.

Few had the knowledge so forbidden it threatened Death itself. All forms of Death knew what it was, how it acted and how it ran rampant against their very existence. They all neglected to give it a proper name, simply dubbing it a negative energy. Something so against the natural courses of the universe, it was a constant form of destruction... something that left no survivors.

Yet, despite it all, there were few. Identities of the past forgone for new ones, a perpetual duty and life to continue living.

Asier could be considered a younger reaper, had time meant anything to a personified idea of the universe. She had unusually lost one of her best reapers out into the planes between planes... a homeless home for Death and all it’s faces. A shapeless void to be shaped as desired.

Milo had been absent from Dispatch the last few days without word, or notice. In an era before mobile devices, there was no way to simply text the boss about being ‘sick’... no there was something else going on. Asier could feel it.

A garden with a mossy stone wall met Death. It was Milo’s home space, something a bit rustic than anyone might expect. Trees framed the endless horizon, moss quieted the sounds, and a gentle breeze was made song by the flora that swayed in it.

That song, was a dirge in her ears.

Panic set in. Asier rushed forward, flora wilting and blooming rapidly in her presence. The place hissed with worry, the air clung like desperation. In both a moment that felt too quick, and too eternal, Asier saw them.

Rather, their false being from a lifetime ago. Wayward bones and sloughing, rotted flesh, orbs burned into eye sockets of a skull that rapidly blinked into every colour imaginable. The previous reaping had taken a toll on Milo... and a wound gone untreated had now manifested into an internal violence. A conflict of identity.

“Milo. Milo. Mimi, what happened?!”

Fear. Nothing but the truest form of fear. Vines held them down from lashing out, as if the home space itself was trying to calm it’s master. Milo shuddered, and whined. Agony exuded from them like an intense aura. Asier could only think of one reason...

Those weapons used against them from the previous reaping were enchanted with the same forbidden magic that could keep Death in chains, to the whims of whoever controlled it.

This was a relapse of the soul.

It rotted Asier from the inside out to witness Milo’s torment. Without hesitation, scythe materialized in hand... Asier struck them on the back of the neck.

Milo wailed.

Their body stilled, then collapsed. Corrupted pieces fading away into the night. Echoes of torment still fresh on the wind. A rhythmic breathing came over what would be called Atrophic in time. Asier removed their scythe from existence, a gentle hand on the skull that would remain to be the face of this form.

A soothing voice came from beneath the cowl. “You’re okay, Milo. You’re still you. You’re still Milo.”

A repeated chant. Over and over she said this until the mock breathing turned to shudders... turned to crying.

Asier knew what that was...

“Help me...”

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10 facts psppss

10 FACTS TIME [Accepting]

Gio you didn't specify so YOU GET DOUBLE JEOPARDY:

Milo can cook food. Most of it is rustic and old age recipes. They only cook at home though and they have a garden to give them food.

Despite the fact Milo does not need to eat, drink, breathe, or sleep, they do these things anyway because they can and it is a fun experience.

The reaper is a nerd, especially about botany and arcane botany. They have a specialization in necrobotany but won't mention why or how they got into the hobby.

They have a personal collection of broken souls in their home that they take care of. Many are separated soulmates that they bring back together before passing on into the next stage beyond death.

Having eons to practice the forms of art, Milo doesn't use a scythe, but a fauchard instead. This is hardly ever used during work but on the very rare occasion it is. Sometimes the dead don't want to be that way and put up a bit of a fight.

Milo knows what every form of dying feels like, and gets metaphysical updates whenever a new one is invented. The reaction is similar to jolting awake from a dream right before you hit the ground.

Speaking of dying, Milo can technically kill someone but in terms of work, is not allowed to. The consequence is feeling that instance of death ten told ten times worse. There are specific situations where Milo considers this consequence worth it.

Milo was not always Milo and had to find themselves after the scarring incident that left them with Atrophic. Their identity came well after their conceived existence and they refuse to let it go.

That being said, Milo and their Atrophic state aren't considered the same entity, despite evidence of the contrary. Milo refuses to acknowledge Atrophic as something they still are.

Milo does regularly go to therapy to keep their mental health up. Oddly enough all their friends refuse to go to therapy and still speak to them about their problems.

Asier is the third True Singularity of Death and unlike other reapers, has three mantles. No one remembers the others outside of the fact they existed, only because Asier has those mantles.

She does not eat food outside of acting and spy jobs. The most food she consumes on the regular is tea and wine.

She can traverse any universal plane at will and can even move to other universes within her jurisdiction to make sure they are kept at some kind of balanced level. There is no such thing as a perfect balance.

Asier's average sleep comes up to five hours every seven years. She just simply has too much energy to be tired. When she is tired enough to sleep, it's a huge relief.

Inventing soulweave magic allows Asier to be the only reaper to be able to remove a soul out of a vessel without slaying the owner. As such she is also the only reaper who can destroy them instantly, no matter what from.

Asier Amaia is a Basque name translating to 'the beginning of the end'.

Her meetings are sometimes jokingly referred to as AA Meetings because Asier is the worst workaholic you will find in the known universes.

She still uses quill and ink pen despite being well versed in modern writing utensils. She has an appreciation for the old ways.

When a reaper ceases to exist, as they can't die, all memory and influence of them ceases to be as well. Asier is working on a method of magic to prevent this and let the memories continue to exist, so that reapers can 'die' in their own way.

She only has her claws most prominent when she is wearing her gloves. When she isn't, Asier has sharp nails that can change into claws, but only at her whim.