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Edison Firemind, son of the great Edward Firemind, Leader of the Magician's Corp., and grandson of Eleazar Firemind, the Headmaster of the School of the Magi. He had money, he had power, he even had fans, both male and female. Many would say he had it all...

And yet here he was, miles from home, going to a basement appartment that he'd rented from a local inn after a long day in the market. Here, nobody knew him, nobody bothered him. He wanted to live life, but on his terms.

Usually he did magic shows for children, or in the square, where people clapped and smiled. It made him smile, able to use his tallents to please others. It was meager, but he was happy.

Now, here he was, working on his newest act. he was planning on summoning a ghost, and having it preform with him. After much planning, and reading, he began the ritual...

((I know we just started but I need to get to bed sadly, will be here tomorrow however!))

Halfway around the world from the wizard a man ran in the dark of night. Behind him was a great yowling and yipping. Flashes of fur could be seen between the trees. The man tripped and the werewolf was upon him.

Moments later

"poor fella, they always run"

Above the mutalated. BOdy of the man was a hooded figure, a deadly scythe was strapped to her back and a skull was carefully painted on her face. She knelt and placed her hand on the man's chest. The hand slides easily within and when she removed it she held a soul between her forefinger and thumb. The soul was a small blue odd incased in a blue flame like aura.
"that's the 8th one in the past hour, death might make me teach them a lesson soon"
The figure pushed back her cloak with her free hand, revealing a bag that was stitched to reseable a head with a zipper for a mouth. She slid the tag along its track to reveal an infinate vortex to an unknown dimention. She placed the orb in the pouch and zipped it back up.

She straightened and began to turn away when she felt a tug on the very core of her being.

"could it be? No, any Mage powerful enough couldn't possibly be foolish enough to..."

She felt another tug.

"someone is going to die fOr thi-" DARKNESS

The room glowed dark, and black mist began to swirl around the room. Edison stepped back, smiling to himself. Not to bad for his first Dark Summoning, he'd have to thank the vendor for the book later. Above, in the inn, one of the patrons suddenly seized, and fell over, dead.

The soul slipped out, and went under, going to the center of the mist. There was a flash...

And Edison blinked. That... was a rather solid looking ghost... a girl?

"Um....?"

As Genet felt herself being transported through the demensions she racked her brain for any training involving summons.

Flashback

"Genet, what do you do when you are summoned?"
Young Genet was asleep at her desk, traing would often start early and work well into the night.
Her teacher, a bald African American, strolled quietly over to Genet and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"you'll have plenty of time to sleep when you've paid off you dept to death."
Then he proceeded to tip the desk over, waking Genet with a shock.
"Genet! what do you do when you are summoned?"
"Y-Uou try to look menacing"
"correct, but?"
"you have to do it before your bound"
"But remember, some of the more Powerful mages can bind you in the midst of summoning, in that case, suck it up and wait it out"
"So there is nothing I can do!"
"only death himself is powerful enough to break a binding with a grim reaper, and he doesn't give a damn about his lackies"
"Isn't there anyone else?"
"well there is... Nah, don't trouble yourself over it sport"

Present

Genet was suddenly on the ground surrounded by black smoke. The first thing that went through her mind was not her training but what the most gruesome way she could kill the idiot that summoned her. The second thought she said outloud, coughing as she spoke.
"Damn *cough* smoke *coughcough* my cloak is gonna smell like smoke for weeks"
The smoke finally cleared, revealing Genet standing and smelling her cloak. She looked up and froze at the site of the Mage. She composed herself and cleared her throat, mustering up the most menacing voice (she slept through that training too).

"Mortal! You have strived to summon an agent of death! One of the infamous Grim Reapers! Summon me again and I will not spare your - *normal voice* Oh forget it! Look, it was fun being you experiment and all but it's time for me to teleport out of here"

She began to prepare a teleportation spell.

Edison blinked. Twice.

"Wait wait wait, a Grim Reaper?" Half ignoring what the girl was saying he pulled out the summoning tome and flipped through it, frowning. "There's nothing in here that should say anything above a angry apparition should be sum-"

At that point, the soul from earlier, struck teh Reaper in the chest, then moved and stroke Edison. At that point... It was like they both saw each other naked, was the general feeling that washed over them. Then nothing.

"What.... just happened?" he muttered, trying to keep composed.

((Sorry for the late reply, been busy))

Genet blushed a little but easily recovered.

"I have absolutely no idea, but whatever it was I have business to take care of, have fun sorting things out"

She finished the spell and dispersed in a puff of smoke, when the smoke lifted she was still there.

"that's not right"

Edison frowned.

"That's odd..." he turned and walked over to the bookshelf. Or rather he tried to. As soon as he was five feet away, he felt a tug and was drug back a few feet. She would feel it as well.

"... ok that can't be good.." He tried to walk away again, and again was the tug. Growling he ran for the bookshelf, and if she was off gaurd she would be jerked forwards.

Genet wasn't paying attention to the Mage, instead she was muttering to herself, trying to figure out why the spell didn't work. She was going over the technique for the fourth time when she felt the first tug, followed by others. The tug was like before, a pull at her very core, each one threatening to topple her. She turned to the Mage, having realized what was happening from her training.

"Hold on a minute, I think I figured I-"

The final tug did catch her of guard, pulling her forward off her feet and towards the Mage.

Said mage stumbled forwards, falling intot eh bookshelf and hitting his face.

"Rassen frazzen stinking bookcase..." He muttered from the floor. He sat up and looked at the girl. And realized what happened. "Ohmygosh, I'm sorry!" He ran over to her, helping her up.

Genet was thankful for the help and was soon back on her feet.

"I'm ok, but thanks anyways"

Genet dusted herself off and composed herself.

"I think I figured out what our problem is, I think that your summoning binded us together"

He blinked at her. "Well that sucks..." he looked at the book he'd used to summon, and the ones on his bookshelf. "Well... I have no clue, cause none of these are supposed to be binding spells. Heck I've never used a binding spell before."

He sighed. "Well, now what? I mean... DO you know how to fix this?" It was quickly coming to mind that if he was bound to a grim reaper... things could get dicey fast.

Genet sighed and began to pace a bit the look on her face revealed that she was deep in thought.

"I only know of three ways. One, Death could break the binding, that is when he starts giving a damn about us and I foresee that coming about around the time purple sharks with yellow polka dots start flying around and tweeting like birds. Two, one of us would have to die and seeing as that would be impossible for me..."

She motioned towards the scythe on her back, jokingly of course.

"YIPE!"

Now this was one reason why he was so scared of girls. They often were dangerous.

"Option three! Option three!"

Genet laughed.

"don't worry no matter how much I love my job I don't kill anyone without good reason. The third option is the hard one, as in I have absolutely no idea except that my teacher didn't think it was much of an option either. That means we will need to do some research. Either way, we're gonna have to get used to each other's company"

She pushed back her cloak to reveal her bag, this time when she unzipped it her cloak was sucked into the void and was replaced by dark pants and a black shirt, a small embroidered skull had been stitch on the right shoulder. Her face was clean of it's skull paint and her short black hair could now be seen.

He blinked, and looked at the very pretty girl in front of him. then he looked down, his cheek red and he started flipping through his book.

He never did well around girls, and this one was super cute...

Genet tied the bag back on her belt. She blinked a bit in the lighting to get used to being without her hood. As she blinked, her eyes turned from the silver they were during 'work' to their usual violet. She finally got used tO the lighting and looked towards the Mage. She walked
Over to him, not meaning to be quiet, she eventually got close enough to look over his shoulder without notice.

"find anything useful?"

He flinched, and shook his head. "N-no. nothing yet... We may need to go to a bigger selection..."

Only problem was, the only other books available was in capitol City, and that was days away.

Genet stepped back chuckling a bit in her head over his reaction. She leaned carefully against the bookshelf.

"well, where can we find this 'bigger selection'? Death will just send someone else to take my place so I'm not in any huge hurry, but I'm not the most comfortable with staying within five feet with the same guy for to long if you get my meaning"

This, for some reason, made him droop a little. So she was one of those kind...

He sighed, closing his book. "Well, there is the grand Library in Capital. Then the Magi College, but both are a long ways off from here."

The Mage was wrong, she wasn't one of 'those kind', admittedly she didn't keep the best of company and her public personality as well as her choice of words suffered from it, but it was far from how she really thought. Of course he would come to discover that with time and this footnote is meaningless to the story at hand.

Genet got serious then, she straitened, and those with a skilled eye could not only see the violet in her eyes darken, but also, for one rare moment, they might actually see through her carefully placed 'armor' and into the true workings of her mind.

"we have two options then. Either we travel there and endure each other, or we can try a teleportation spell and risk something going wrong due to the binding"