So are you like a walking ouija board? [ CL RP]

Nomen waved and smiled; this was somewhat successful. He hadn't done something like that often; perhaps they were friends now....he hoped. As he let the rats scurry back under his cloak he now turned and looked at @seth

"Now then...Seth, could explain these..circumstances?"

Nomen nodded slowly as he took a few more deep breaths. From his mouth, soft streams of mist spread from his lips. Looking at Seth rather confused. Was that not normal? He was sure Seth had seen things of that nature before...guess not.

"Yes. It is only fair that since I have helped Bonebon, that I too help you." he paused as his lowered his voice. "Your father I believe was the problem..."

"I am not going to force you to say yes, but I need to know. I have done Bonebon's request, tis only fair if I do the same for you." his gaze and presence was heavy.

A reaper was never one to take their job lightly; everything was to be taken as if the balance between life and death was in jeopardy. That being said, Nomen couldn't just take a life out of the blue; only if the situation was dire and deemed appropriate.

"I will not force you, but since you asked, I would liked to be of some assistance. Remember that if you change your mind"

Nomen approached Seth slowly, raising his hood off his head, his eye sockets locked onto Seth. He didn't seem intimidating, but he had a somewhat stern attitude around him.

"Troublesome or not, life and death need deep consultation and planning. You need to be more than positive upon your request." his voice was calm.

Raising his hand, his index finger inches away from touching the underside of Seth's neck, he traced an imaginary outline under Seth's head.

"It is not an easy decision, even for me, but it is what I do..."

Nomen did seem a little impressed that Seth seemed stronger willed than the others so far; the only other brave one was the one he met called Jeu. He removed his hand and placed it back on his side.

"Well again I am not to make you choose. Only you can decide; somedays I do feel people seek me out with little knowledge of what I myself as a reaper can do."

Taking a brief moment to look over his shoulder to the side of him; not even looking for anything, but to just let Seth's question sink in.

"It is not an easy life, but it is what keeps me going. I am performing a much needed services for so many of many other races, not just humans..." his eyes shot a quick almost menacing look at Seth before returning to their neutral expression.

"But yes, it is. Not being able to 'live' properly"

Nomen's face grew into a smile. Moving his fingers, he made the joints crack and clack loudly.

"Everything." clicking his jaw to one side. "Everything and anything is capable of dying."

He cracked his neck.

"Anyone has the ability to kill any and whoever they would like. Some people need more time in order to kill what they desire to kill, while others" he raised his hand again and moved his fingers so they closed into his palm and opened again repeatedly getting faster and faster.

"Others such as myself are cursed to be able to end lives sooner, quicker and much...much more easily."

His motioning fingers began to pick up pieces of fog and debris from his cloak and started to twirl them around into the air between them.

"I am no god nor do I desire to be one...I am however cursed to live this way in order to do their bidding. I can kill, destroy, decay, subdue, overwhelm, overexert and end what I am told to....or"

his smile turned sinister.

"What I choose."

Letting his hands fall back to the sides, the fog and debris now falling to the ground.

"But luckily I choose to never do that, unless no other option...."