Crossover at The Crimson Scarf

[Argus Steele]

Devantious wasn't so far removed from being reunited with his soul mate that he wasn't aware of what was (Or wasn't) going on around him. He had picked up enough to know that the latest arrival had some link to Death ... (Who didn't any more??) One arm would remain firmly wrapped around the slim waist of one Lilia Mc Glory, while edging his way closer to those assembled ...
"So let me get this straight. Pheus has a sister? Another one of Christian's? Or was the *Queen* a wee bit more straying than her hubby was aware? And what's this certain condition crap? Either you can, or you can't? And lets just say you can pull this off, and restore all those inside the scarf. What about those that not only seen their friend/lover slain, and escaped? How in the blue hell do we explain that?"

Jere usually does not allow much to break that neutral facade he had become so famous for, but Devantious had manage to break that streak. Not only was the expression a bemused one, but it looked like the former mentor was restraining himself from walking over to his former pupil and smacking him right on the back of his head. Instead he would simply say ...

"Perhaps Death's messenger and your wife would wields the fire of the *Phoenix* can work in tandem to deal with the most dire of the situation that presents itself, while leaving the explanations to those of more ... Vocal persuasions? There is also Pheus. So your question ... How can I say this .... "

Jere would not finish his line of thought. Instead he simply continue to offer that bemused expression, before turning his attention towards the recently returned Fox of the Sea.

"Good to see you back in the land of the living once again, Miss Mc Glory-Steele. Perhaps this is yet another piece of this mysterious puzzle of circumstance that brings us all together once again. Or should I say key pieces."

"Fine. Whatever. If anyone can clean up this mess, I'll be more than happy to play the Spin Doctor. All of this has to play a part of the damned crystal being stolen again, as well Argus not only vanishing, but only a select few actually recall him."

Nodding as Devantious looked towards in no certain order ...

Pheus and Stonze. Solah and Lilia. Briar and Taboo. Jere and himself. And two certain Gargoyles that were acting more like the two muppets that sat up in the opera box, you know the ones. Always offering their own take of what was going on below, more than often with dry humor and thick sarcasm, and biting insults?

Yeah, those two.

[The Dream Child]

"It would appear quite... how to put it... well simple. Is that the word for it. Yes I believe so. One to bring the souls back rather then to reap them. One to revive the souls... and one well... to cleanse the mind of such horrors."

Passive midnight blue eyes blinked thoughtfully as the Death Bringer offered a raven like tilt of head and a private smile. Her gaze was quick and piercing and empty of that smoldering spark that delivered the semblance of life. She might as well have been a tangible ghost.

Her eyes moved from the gargoyle twins, to her Light Sister, to Jere, and then to the reunited couple.

"We are sisters yes... but not by blood... not of loins. No. Created. Forged. Puppets. Toys brought and awakened. Play things for the gods it would seem. Yes that seems the best way to describe it."

She smiled near serenly if death could offer such peace. However she wasn't Death to such extreme... so it would do.

In the meantime Lilia just curled into the embrace of her reunited husband. A soft sigh escaping as she smiled warmly to Jere. "Yes it's good to be back... despite the new figure and spirit. Seems a bit repetitive anymore hmm?"

There that fox's grin then before she was laughing, spirited even though her eyes ever remained sharp and serious. So aware of what was to pass.

"The question now is... who has started this all?"

[Argus Steele]

Even with all the advanced technology at his fingertips, even possessing one of the highest IQ's known to man, Arion Steele was ... Stumped. His eyes nearly bloodshot from lack of sleep (Being up for well over 72 consecutive hours will do that to a person!), he had finally exhausted every conceivable means (Science and those of the magical arts), but was no closer to figuring out exacting what had/is/was happening within the Nexus Realm.

What troubled him even more was the lack of knowledge of the guardian/watchers of the Realms, better known as the Walkers of the Realms, or better still the Realm Walkers. There was no mention of them within any archive he pulled up, no matter how far back he went. Even gaining access his own private archives contained nothing. The few remaining Walkers that he had been in touch with? Gone. Never existed. And don't even get him started on Argus. Not that too many would shed a tear of his passing, but for him to not exist at all? Such a cosmic realignment would require a source of such magnitude ...

(m) "The Crystal."

Arion had taken up residence within the Royal Palace of the Venusian Governess, L'nyria T'prier, per her request. He had been grateful for the offer, considering it left him undisturbed to continue his relentless research into exactly ... How to put it mildly ..... (WHAT IN THE HELL WAS GOING ON???)
So, imagine the elation in those tired eyes when by chance he would check for any messages on his private line back at Creative Concepts, to discover not one, but several, recently by Devantious himself!!

Sleep would once again take second priority, as he cleaned himself up before requesting a shuttle to take him off world. (He could always sleep on the way, right?) He was unable to get a hold of his brother, but there was a small window of hope that he would be able still be able to locate him within New Rhydin. Another placed call was sent to Kali, informing her of what he had/had not discovered, and that he was en route to the Red Light District of new Rhdyin ... Hoping to find his brother, as well some answers.