With Komplete's decision to stay in the Haven and reform the Outcast was a tremendous moment that would reveal a smile upon Ozzy's face but then it was swayed into a moment of uneasy horror by mentioning Juno was a dude. It would be corrected as it was a simple mistake, but Ozzy could still feel the cold gaze of her dissatisfaction when she didnt agree with his actions. It was not a pleasant feeling I one which he had to correct. Your room would be...
Ozzy's response halted by Kenny's quick movement and verbal warning as his hand morphed into a weapon. "Dude, what the hell you doing? Ozzy asked as he gestured for silence. Ozzy thought Kenny was spooked. Maybe even a glitch as he motioned to the door per Kenny. There isnt any one out there, my guy. Probably a squirrel, Ozzy said as he approached the door to ease the new Outcast member but then there was a knock on the door. Holy shark!Someone is here. This has never happened. Ozzy uttered aloud as he raced around frantically in the lobby. He gathered himself quickly to reveal a calm composure yet his heart fluttered with uncertain anxiety. Maybe there are here for Juno. I dont know if thats a good thing or a bad thing but heard the knock again. Definitely not here for Juno.
Ozzy gestured to Kenny to remain calm as he opened the door slowly peeking out the ajar door to peek his head in it while his foot fixed itself on the inside of the door to serve as a door stop to prevent the door from opening anymore looking at the female on the outside front patio. "Hello! Here looking for donations or did your car break down near here?
Seraphyne Mourndusk, dressed in her unmistakably necromantic attire with a subtle hint of royal flair, batted her eyes with mock innocence in response to Ozzy’s question. He seemed familiar, but with the countless souls she had seen come and go, her short-term memory wasn’t always reliable.
“Wait,” she said, placing a hand on her chest with a bemused grin, “do I seriously look like I own a car and sell cookies for a youth or charity program?” She waved her hand dismissively, eyes fluttering shut with the faintest trace of annoyance. “No, don’t answer that—that was rhetorical.”
Her gaze briefly dropped to the floor, where she noticed Ozzy’s foot angled warily near the doorframe, as if he were ready to block or defend against someone barging in. An eyebrow rose with curiosity.
“The truth is—I’m not,” she said, gesturing casually to the decrepit house behind him. “I’m a necromancer. And someone—or something—specifically contacted me.” Her tone was light, even casual, as if she were chatting with friends in a shopping mall. “I’ve worked with plenty of associates in the past... but only the best of them had the means to actually reach me.”
She leaned in slightly, narrowing her eyes with a mischievous squint as her voice dropped to a low, teasing whisper. “You wouldn’t happen to have done anything to them, would you?” Though her tone was playful, there was a sharp edge beneath it—subtle, but unmistakeably threatening.
Well this day was ending completely different than Ozzy expected, but her introduction caused a slight concern. "Necromancer? Those things are real? Ozzy stopped for a second and remembered that this world's Ozzy had the hots for an Amazonian and some succubus for the dark dimension, so anything was possible . "You arent here because my name is on some death list? Or am I confusing you with the dude with the cloak and scythe. Ozzy clicks his fingers, ...the Grim Reaper.This is all sounding like some Final Destination stuff. I love the series but not particularly if it involves me.
I can tell you though I didnt call anyone. Im not that dumb. But then Ozzy connected that the person who originally bought the house. Juno was an intergalactic arms dealer and so it wasnt outside the realm of possibility to believe in some Wratih showing up and asking questions.
And to answer your question, I didnt do anything to anyone. Not purposely that is. Im just watching over the house. The person that lent it to me isnt here. Havent heard from her in awhile. You may be talking about her. Ozzy looked at the necromancer again, contemplating what she said. Hey..as a necromancer you got powers and stuff? Maybe we can help each other out. Im well connected, and as long as you dont suck my soul out of my body or my acquaintances than we are cool in my book. Ozzy opens the door wide, gesturing for her come in. You ever thought about joining a team?
And so it came to be that the spies of the Steel Jaw Army observe all that has gone on. Their job is to report their findings to Steel Jaw X so that he knows what is happening on Earth. This knowledge will help in a future invasion of the planet.
Kenny was a mistrusting person. For years he had been on the run from the Military, with them always on his heels. If it weren’t for Ozzy he would still be running, never knowing what a friend felt like. But even though he had now found a home with the Outcasts, he still needed to keep his guard up. That is why when his audio implant picked up a noise outside, all he could think was ‘They found me!’ Therefor, for precaution, he strategically placed himself against the wall were he could not be seen and with a thought, his hand morphed into a weapon, that he aimed at the door…..just in case.
But Ozzy was a trusting man, the kind who would take a stranger in, but was still surprised by Kenny’s paranoia. "Dude, what the hell you doing?” he said while trying to calm Kenny down, “There isnt any one out there, my guy. Probably a squirrel,” But then he heard the knock at the door and after a short exclamation of surprise, he proceeded to open the door despite Kenny’s protest. But even though Ozzy was a trusting man, he was still a cautious man, and as such he strategically placed his foot against the door, just to keep whoever was outside from stepping in. It wasn’t much of an act but it was enough for Kenny to throw him a nod suggesting the he had Ozzy’s back. It was then Ozzy creaked the door open just enough so he could see who was outside, at which point he asked the stranger, as only he would, "Hello! Here looking for donations or did your car break down near here?”
From the other side of the door stood a woman with unique taste dressed in an attire that suited her best. It was still a puzzle why she was knocking on Ozzy’s door, and even more when she answered back, “Wait, do I seriously look like I own a car and sell cookies for a youth or charity program? No, don’t answer that—that was rhetorical.” Her tone was both confident and whimsical, mixed with a bit of superiority, but before Ozzy could say a word, she began to explaining why it is, she is here. “I’m a necromancer.” she said as if common and natural, "And someone—or something—specifically contacted me.” At this point Kenny was hearing nothing but red flags, and even looked at Ozzy while mouthing the words, “Do you want me to take her out?” But Ozzy continued on listening to the Necromancer with genuine concern. That is why when she asked “You wouldn’t happen to have done anything to them, would you?” he was ready to respond.
"Necromancer?” Ozzy said with both respect and curiosity, “Those things are real?” From that point on he answered back, rather whimsical, playing off the term Necromancer while still assessing her and sizing her up. Kenny however was just concerned and in a serious way. That is why when Ozzy and the Necromancer continued to talk he strategically began moving away from the door and back to a far corner, where when he does choose to introduce himself, it would appear he entered from a back room and not from behind the door. But by this point Ozzy was already to invite the lady in, and after a brief conversation of how she was called here, he was already inviting her to join the team!
It was at this point Kenny stepped into the light, his weapon already morphed back into his hand. Without a care in the world to how the lady would respond seeing a half man half human cyborg, he interrupted the conversation with a strong loud, “Hold on a second! I have something to say!” Stepping up to block the Necromancer from entering the house any further, he turns to Ozzy and declares, “Did you hear her right? She said she was a freaking Necromancer!” followed by looking right at the lady and saying “Out of respect for the dead, they should stay dead!!” But the fact was he wasn’t mad at her, but mad at the fact he was technically dead after the Aliens killed him by accident, then brought back to life with their advanced technology. Meaning technically he had been brought back from the dead and could be the actual reason she said she was called here!
Because of this Kenny still thinks of himself as a freak, and unfortunately the lady was now taking the brunt of his anger. “I’m sorry Ozzy” he says calm with a hint of disgust, “This team doesn’t need a Witch Doctor on it!” At this point he begins to scan her vitals looking for any sign of deceit or aggression, and goes on. “I mean seriously who needs (his voice goes up a bit) or wants, someone that reanimates the dead!” Filled with passion over the idea, he turns his back on her and proceeds to address Ozzy directly. “I’m mean it’s not like she can heal the dead and bring them back to life, she just uses corpses like play things! It’s just so damn unnatural!” He then looks Ozzy in his eyes, and with as much sincerity he can muster up, he begs his friend, “Trust me she is not the type of person we need on this team!”
Mourndusk entered with a confident flair and arrogant pride, striding in like she owned the place. Her posture radiated self-assurance, but her expression betrayed a flicker of offense, as if something about the atmosphere had rubbed her the wrong way.
“Like, no offense,” she said, eyes scanning the room with faint disdain, “but what the heck is wrong with your world’s education system? Necromancers are not Reapers. That’s like comparing angels to humans.” She leaned slightly to one side, covering her mouth with a hand as if shielding her voice from prying spirits in the ether. “Your average Reaper is way scarier than me.”
She turned her attention back to Ozzy as he explained that the previous owner was gone and he was just house-sitting. Mourndusk nodded slowly, a suspicious gleam in her eye. “Yeah, I kinda figured. You don’t look like the type to willingly summon a necromancer—but someone did.” She tilted her head, brows raised. “You didn’t happen to fiddle with a tome? Or, like, any old creepy object just lying around?”
As she waited for a response, she rested her chin between her fingers, already mulling over the possibility of joining Ozzy’s so-called “team.” But before she could speak, someone new entered her awareness—an odd half-metal, half-man figure stepping into view.
This new arrival was clearly disturbed by her presence. His discomfort radiated so strongly that Mourndusk instinctively tuned out his words, already knowing they weren’t complimentary. Her attention only snapped back when she noticed a strange intensity in his gaze. She didn’t realize he was scanning her interior—only to find nothing but a cloud of pestilence where organs should be, as though her body was a meat suit filled with contagious vapors of disease. If she were to be wounded here, the resulting contamination would likely blanket the entire house.
Raising both hands in a gesture of peace, Mourndusk waved casually, trying to defuse the situation before it spiraled. “Alright, alright—let’s not get our panties in a twist. I’m sure everyone here has a job that someone else doesn’t like.” She gave a sharp smile, sassy and unbothered. “But I’m here now. So if you do want my help, let’s start talking business. I didn’t drag myself all the way out here for nothing.”
Her gaze flicked to the cyborg as she added with a snide little sneer, “Don’t worry—I’ll be gone before you even know it.”
From the moment Ozzy opened the door it was on. Despite Kenny’s objections Ozzy greeted the lady at the door with his usual style, wit and humor and without knowing it he already put his foot in his mouth. In his own normal way after greeting the necromancer, he made the off cuff remark, "You arent here because my name is on some death list? Or am I confusing you with the dude with the cloak and scythe.” Followed by the ever cliche, “..the Grim Reaper.” But as foolish as it was for him to say that, the lady at the door played it off perfectly, but still with an air of content. “Like, no offense,” she said, while entering the room, “but what the heck is wrong with your world’s education system? Necromancers are not Reapers. That’s like comparing angels to humans.” Then just to send her point home she casually ends with a “Your average Reaper is way scarier than me.”
But despite all the pleasantries she was there for a reason. Something or someone had summoned a necromancer, either intentionally or unintentionally, and she was there to find out who. Her cool demeanor hiding behind a darker call. But after Ozzy’s explanation, it only left more questions than answers. However, even though this was an awkward situation in which to meet, Ozzy saw potential in the young lady, and as such he immediately asked her to join his team! But it was at that point that Kenny made his objection. Shortly after standing in front of Mourdusks path, to prevent her from entering anymore, Kenny quickly scanned her vitals to learn more about her, and was shocked at what he saw. But despite the horrific visions of her insides he was more disturbed at what she does. That being, she re-animates the Dead!
Immediately and without any hesitation, Kenny declares “I’m sorry Ozzy” he says calm with a hint of disgust, “This team doesn’t need a Witch Doctor on it! I mean seriously who needs (his voice goes up a bit) or wants, someone that reanimates the dead!” Despite being uneducated in Mourndusk’s abilities, Kenny’s real anger came from the fact he himself was brought back to life. The only difference was he was brought back through science and technology, and not magic! Either way he made his objections against her loudly long before ever giving her a chance to speak. That was when, the moment Kenny shut his mouth, that she began to talk and with reason. “Alright, alright—let’s not get our panties in a twist. I’m sure everyone here has a job that someone else doesn’t like.” She said as if she had said it many times before. “But I’m here now. So if you do want my help, let’s start talking business. I didn’t drag myself all the way out here for nothing.”
It was then she turned to addressed Kenny directly, and in a whimsical yet impertinent way spoke back at him, just to one up the cyborg and show her dominance. “Don’t worry” she said looking him in both his human and robotic eye. “I’ll be gone before you even know it.” But even though she was right, Kenny was still bullheaded and unable to get past the point she dabbles with the dead. To him there was no gray area and all he could think of was the idea of some one he loved and deceased walking as a rotted corpse, covered in worms, summoned to walk the Earth because Mourndusk commanded it! Therefore, despite her respectful demeanor, he continued to protest. “Listen Ozzy,” he says while pulling him aside, only to whisper the rest in his ear. “You can’t trust her!” From that point on he whispers softly yet still demanding, “I’ve scanned her and she’s not even human. Inside her, she's got no lungs, no spine, no heart. She’s just a shell filled with death and disease inside her!” But the funny thing was just under his metal chassis there was no lungs, spine or heart, instead alien technology that was beyond explanation!
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