#rasse info

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a pause, glancing towards the closet. "oh. yeah. that probably makes sense, huh?" clothing first, then prosthetics. probably. honestly they're just gonna go with whatever he says.

when he doesn't let go though, or give further instruction, they hesitate, arms still half around him, trying to figure out the order of this. "I need a little help here, doc," they admit, uncertainty creeping into their tone, "I've got zero problem giving an assist, or backing off and giving privacy, or-" and here, their words falter as something else occurs to them. "this, isn't about the clothes, is it? you, um-" had been emotionally raw as hell, and they shouldn't expect-

a sigh, and a soft, shaky breath. "I won't hold you to it, doc," they promise quietly, something in their words smaller now, "if you've changed your mind."

"Hey." Rasse murmurs, giving you a squeeze, leaning forward to nose at your cheek. "I don't regret what I said. I'm just- just embarrassed by how, well, emotional I got."

"My memory tends to fritz out the more my feelings push the limits of what my paint can provide. Its why I try to avoid it." He admits, softly. "I'm glad I kept it all this time."

He pulls back, heisitant.

"I- I think. Um, siblings? Right? Or did I dream that?"

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"Hm, I suppose a distance reading is probably a no go." Bells mutters, their hand reflexively moving to the spot just above their soul- before they catch themself, and drop it again, looking awkward.

"I- there's almost always other options," they admit, more quietly, "but anything done that in any way has to do with Green? of course requires his full understanding and consent. I- I know, you know that. I just, feel like I have to-"

"-yeah."

The Harbinger churrs and nuzzles you with a soft hum of sympathy.

"The way my readings work requires them to be done in person." Rasse says as he sculpts, watching the man for any hint of movement. "Its a bit like a soul reading but not. I see something all beings share, souled or otherwise. I suppose it could be compared to code but much easier to understand, at least for me."

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"Damn," Bells mutters, frowning. they started to say something about anatomy being hard sonetimes,but holy shit- thought better of this, as they briefly though of their brother teasing them at that statement, and settled, somewhat ruefully, for, "I'm glad he has an artist who actually gets anatomy to help him out then," followed by admitting, "and i didn't think you'd be able to help him with the less formed bits. I'm glad to be wrong."

"-and, about how you read the signature thing differently from Q," they glance at him, "could you get that signature from a place, or does it need to be a person? Because triple h tale may be gone, but she left two other worlds that she claimed were her making, that i think are still there."

"This isn't the first time I've had to build a person, but its always easier from scratch." He says, massaging his hands over the dark clay-like substance, defining the shape slightly. "I don't have to fight the creator that way, although since this one is dead it shouldn't be much of a problem."

"I don't have much experience reading from AU's, my work is primarily with people after all, but I could give it a go." Rasse shrugs. "Keep in mind though, I can last an approximate two hours outside of this universe in my current state before I begin to destabilize. So if there is another option, I'd prefer to take it."

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"call me out..." they mumble, nothing but soft affection in their tone. Blue returns the nuzzles, and smiles at Rasse's soft 'adorable,' looking up at him again. "yours was too, wasn't he?" they pause, look mildly embarrassed, correcting, "er. friend." another pause, "brother?"

"well. Tecocoa, I mean. with Huitzi being a paladin, he's kind of a magnus too, isn't he? and the way Huitzi describes him, and the way you do-"

"stubborn, and loyal, and reckless, sound about right."

"-and maybe too selfless, and a little too brave." a small squeeze of their beloved, for emphasis, "but very, very good."

"All of those fit him to a t." Rasse chuckles. "And he would be referred to as a partially corrupted Magnus, but yes, still a Magnus."

"I'm not sure about brother." He adds quietly. "Huitzi seems to have claimed me as one, but that doesn't mean much without Tecocoa to do the same."

"...I'd usually go with him, to the jungle when he searched for his brother." Rasse murmurs, ears drooped as his eyes lower. "We made a good team and it was always good quality time together. But when he disappeared, I stayed behind. Working."

"He gave me the okay, said he would be fine. He'd keep the trip short and be back soon." He whispers. "You know what happened next."

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a murmured, "okay," resting their forehead against his, "I won't test it." if I can help it anyway. then they pause, the weight of that statement sinking in. 'executed.' his brother had been executioner then, before him...

Serpent had mentioned Rasse's execution going very, very wrong. it was Serpent, wasn't it? how had Edwin and Rasse met-

had-

"is that when you started digging into Rasse's case?" Bells asks, their voice still soft. after all, Edward hadn't been able to kill him. which meant he'd found someone his brother couldn't take away.

Edwin hesitates.

He nods.

"We met before, when we were immigratin'." He says quickly, like he's rushing to explain. "He looked over me and asked a lotta questions an' was real kind an' slipped me sum information on places to get help if I ever wanted ta get away. Gave me his number even. And later, when stuff with Rosy started, I'd go wit her to Rasse's and he'd always be, just, himself."

"So I already knew about him, an' knew he was a good guy." He shrugs. "An' during the whole, mind control thing, I was able to talk to him a bit, sorta? He was real out of it and all but seemed real lonely and I knew what that was like, so-"

"...they tried to bring him to me first." He adds, quietly. "I refused. He didn' deserve to die. So they brought him to Edward."

"He helped me when I needed it." He murmurs. "And I saw how bad he was lookin'. So I wanted to help him back. Him being safe from Edward was jus' the final nail so to speak."

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Bells considers this, their eyes soft as they watch him. "-my angel. you know I don't age, right? like, ever. I've always been the same age. I was created, grown. I've never been a child. I'll never grow old."

they brush their fingers against his cheek, adding more softly, "I've always been undead. I've never been part of the kingdom of life. I'll never be part of the kingdom of death. I've held both of their hands in mine, the goddess of life, and the god of death, and I'm still here."

"I'm not leaving you."

"he won't take me away."

"N-Never try to test that." He whispers, giving you a tight squeeze. "P-Please."

"Only reason I didn' drag Rasse out too is cuz he failed to execute him so bad way back when." He adds with a small, forced snicker. "Only gave him some wrinkles then got himself decked."

"Already know he's safe." He murmurs.

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it takes the length of an instant for this information to flow around their mind- and very slowly, they relax. "thank you-"

"-also can I just say that that is a terrifying concept, and right now I'm both extremely relieved that you're not an enemy- all other 'you're my friend' reasons aside- and hoping that I don't run into too many enemies with that ability."

just. give them a second to finish 'unpanicking' maybe...

"Its ritual and runework, not my own magic. At least mostly." Rasse chuckles. "But thank you nonetheless."

"I do most of my more lengthy experiments down here." He says. "Sometimes they take decades and while I don't particularly mind being a shut-in for that long, I prefer not missing that much of my actual life."

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"mmhm," a nod, their own gaze lost in thought. "speaking of Q, I need yo ask him something myself, I-"

Bells goes still. "Rasse? I only gave Huitzi two of Happy's healing candies. I wasn't planning on being any further than the next room for a few minutes when I gave them to him, I didn't-"

their voice cracks slightly, "-how? long? have I been gone?"

"Bells, its alright." Rasse softly soothes, his hand on your arm. "My lab is temporarily shifted, time moves much faster here. It has been only about two hours for them."

"It has been roughly a day and a half for us however." He admits. "I sped up the temporal flow in here so our time spent only accounts for a few minutes on the outside."