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Amelia took a long moment to consider her situation. The people were enthused, which was good! Eliot was very unenthused, which was bad. In fact, she was beginning to suspect he might be quite upset with her. At least Aron had played into her scheme masterfully, clearly sharper than she'd given him credit for. Good, and refreshing, to have a partner on her same wavelength.

[color=#7AFF95]"...worry not, dear Eliot! I can explain."[/color] She grinned widely, hopping off the table and patting the poll box with a nod to her fellow reapers. [color=#7AFF95]"You see, the rail is not running, and so the newcomers are walking. We discovered this on our way to find Miss Death, who confirmed it to us, because we are your most resourceful team."[/color]

[color=#7AFF95]"And as I was saying, our dearest MD wishes to speak with the Necromancer, for he might have the knowledge to end this rail crisis ahead of time."[/color] Amelia shrugged. [color=#7AFF95]"She asked us to see if other reapers might agree, and so, democracy is the obvious solution. Though, for the record, I think we should refuse and take the FUN OPTION!"[/color]

Her voice raised, as to be heard at the end of that sentence. Reverse psychology required commitment. At least she knew the other two would know what she was doing.

[color=#F26522]"No. N-no! I am not involved in this!"[/color]

Aron hurried to his desk as soon as Amelie's shoes left them, assessing the damage and brushing off crusted mud from the deep creases of his documents. He looked to Eliot pleadingly.

[color=#F26522]"The boss just needs to meet the Necromancer to discuss the situation. I don't... I don't know what [i]this[/i] is!"[/color] He flapped a wild gesture towards Amelie.

[color=#7AFF95]"Democracy is at its best when implemented suddenly, with passion."[/color] Amelia looked to Eliot, not even approaching apologetic. [color=#7AFF95]"She wanted our opinions: it's an urgent matter, and this was the fastest method."[/color]

There were a number of thoughts that Elliot had in that moment. It was hard to choose which thread to follow, so he chose to sigh instead. Mochi, on the other hand, took to pawing at the shoes of the reapers before him for entertainment while his assistant was busy with such a choice.

[color=#ba855b]"Right. Can you... go back a few steps here?"[/color] So they'd found Miss Death... which was good. They hadn't brought her [i]back[/i], but that was another problem entirely. [color=#ba855b]"Miss Death thinks the Necromancer will--you know what? I'll work my way up to that one. People are deciding to walk the rail? Who... How did you find that out? Are there more people trying to do this?"[/color]

[color=#F26522]"I dunno, it's what the kid at Uchi's place said. Hu...go...?"[/color] Aron crossed his arms, trying to scuttle away from Mochi. Argh, he still had those cookies in his pocket too. Now was not the time!

[color=#7AFF95]"I named him Hugo. It was a good name for him."[/color] Amelia nodded, before crouching down to pick up Mochi in both, very seriously addressing the dog as she held him up, [color=#7AFF95]"but yes. The strange blond child mentioned it, before he let us in to Uchi's shop. I would have found his real name, but there was free food. You understand, no, Mister Mayor?"[/color]

The mayor in question gave a 'wuff' and wagged his tail with gusto, his nose wriggling as he sniffed the air--no doubt trying to find the source of a particularly tantalizing scent. 

His assistant, on the other hand, looked entirely like he might like to defenestrate himself. 

[color=#ba855b]"I... will have to ask Uchi about this er... 'Hugo' later, then. Nobody's tried walking the rail since Miss Death as far as I know. I can't imagine they'll be successful."[/color] He really, really wished that he could put off the next topic by about a thousand years, if possible. Eliot took a moment to carefully piece his next question together. [color=#ba855b]"And... regarding the Necromancer. Does Miss Death [i]really[/i] want to talk to him?"[/color]

There was a note of desperation not often found in the man's voice, one that carried all his dread at the answer he was entirely expecting.

Aron simply scratched the back of his head. His mouth twisted into a grimace instead of offering an answer.

[color=#7AFF95]"If they do speak, can I watch? I'll be quiet."[/color]

If one were perceptive, they might have seen the corner of Eliot's lips twitch. If one wasn't perceptive, they probably still would have seen the moment where a chill crawled down his spine, taking much of the color from his face with it. 

He didn't want to admit it, but Miss Death might have been on the right path. 

[color=#ba855b]"Absolutely not."[/color] He really, really didn't want to admit it. [color=#ba855b]"I mean, I--that's... [i]maybe[/i]? This isn't--I mean, at least she wouldn't be alone?"[/color]

It wasn't like anyone could stop the woman if she [i]really[/i] wanted to go. Whether he meant Amelia or Miss Death was hard to determine.

[color=#F26522]"Huh."[/color] Aron blinked. [color=#F26522]"Is that... kind of a 'yes'?"[/color]

The look on Eliot's face could only be described as a strained grimace. 

[color=#ba855b]"Frankly, I don't have the authority to stop Miss Death if she wants to do something. Or the power."[/color] The brunette tried very, very hard to ignore the fact that Mochi probably did have the authority he needed. [color=#ba855b]"She's just being considerate in not doing it without asking."[/color]

Amelia looked far too happy about all of this, lifting Mochi a little higher in celebration before returning him to the floor. [color=#7AFF95]"And I can go too? This is why you're my second-favourite boss, Eliot! Can I bring Mochi?"[/color]

[color=#ba855b]"No. Mochi's not going anywhere near the Depths,"[/color] Eliot said while protectively nudging the corgi behind him with his leg at the thought. [color=#ba855b]"And if--that's a [i]major[/i] if--she ends up going, it will be with a full team of reapers on standby."[/color]

He frowned as a thought occurred to him.

[color=#ba855b]"You know, after Uchi inevitably guts everyone involved like a fish for letting it happen first."[/color]

[color=#7AFF95]"Eh, we'll get better."[/color] Amelia shrugged off the possibility with remarkable ease, [color=#7AFF95]"so, are we still doing democracy? I have a very good speech lined up."[/color]

Aron looked to Eliot. [color=#F26522]"Please say no."[/color]

The man opened his mouth to speak, but his answer was drowned out by the sudden and thunderous sound of someone slamming into the doorframe, blonde hair flung fecklessly in the wake of the collision. The impact didn't so much as phase Sigrun--rather, the doorframe looked to have taken more damage than the girl herself. 

[color=#796fad]"Bad news in Paris! Like, totes bad!"[/color] Sigrun pointed at the two reapers in the room. [color=#796fad]"You two! Arch! Now! Take stickers!"[/color]

She raised a hand to quiet Eliot's immediate objection. 

[color=#796fad]"Ban doesn't matter right now, they need more reapers like, ten minutes ago!"[/color]

The grin that immediately spread across Amelia's face was borderline maniacal as she grabbed a sticker, [color=#7AFF95]"Siggy, if I had money, I would owe you a lot of drinks, but Eliot will have to cover it."[/color]

With a whoop of excitement that doubtless quelled everyone's fears, Amelia set off towards the Arch at a breakneck pace.

[color=#F26522]"Umm. Ahh."[/color] Aron's head whipped between Eliot and the after image of Amelia. [color=#F26522]"Thanks, Siggy, cute stickers, bye!"[/color]

He raced after the other reaper, though not before remembering to hurriedly toss the sleeve of cookies at Mochi's feet.

This day couldn't get any more frantic.