Zeno smiles. "I often forget, how proud youngsters are at times." He eats a bit more cake. "So, you believe you can read out mind? Well, you're completely and utterly incorrect. You're also smelly, and it is making my cake sit unwell. I'd ask you take a shower, but you'd probably poof around on flames more, and make a worse stench."

Bodacious walks into the room and sits down on the couch "Heh, yall gonna talk bout regrets then I will pitch in here. I regret not bein' able to save a few friends of mine when the shipped me off to Iraq. His fresh military haircut proof he was part of the army, his acu's stained and a bit torn.

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Zeno smiles. "I often forget, how proud youngsters are at times." He eats a bit more cake. "So, you believe you can read out mind? Well, you're completely and utterly incorrect. You're also smelly, and it is making my cake sit unwell. I'd ask you take a shower, but you'd probably poof around on flames more, and make a worse stench."

#Grimm has no flesh, and the fires sterilize his clothing. He has no odor. And yes he can read your minds, because I, the poster, am more or less Grimm. It's kind of a reference to the fact that I can read your posts and use Grimm's powers to respond to them, even if your character did not speak them.

"Who, me? You should know from my appearance that I am the most ancient being in the room, and it is whatever my fires burned that you happen to be smelling. Being without flesh to rot, I have no scent. But what you may not know is that my life's work is known to mortality as the Necronomicon. That is why Kotasa had burst into flames. With the power that is held in that book, I have much to be proud of. There is a reason so many have killed one-another for possession of it."

Grimm notices the soldier, and says: "I am a necromancer. I can tell you where their souls have gone, if nothing else."

Bodacious looks over at the flaming gladiator, "Ah so your the one that wrote that book, I have a friend that knows much about it, quite intimate knowledge of it in fact" He closes his eyes and allows Gabrial, the angel in his soul, take over to speak, 'So your the author of that horrid book, I cant tell you how much trouble that thing has caused me over the millennia"

Todesberührung calmly walks around the lounge as he's inspecting everything that's included to satisfy their needs. He then hears a conversation of a cowboy and the Satanic necromancer not to far away, but it's best if he doesn't interfere. He has nothing to do with them or their topic. So now he rests upon a couch he spots and seamlessly watches others communicate.

#I don't have to post thoughts, and have never posted more then the external persona's. Silly one, you have no power here.

Zeno smirks. "You speak of your age as if it is a trophy, yet seem to have gained little knowledge from it. Well, little proper knowledge. I'd rather not talk to an old dust bag anyways; no new knowledge. It was somewhat amusing meeting you, however. So I'll bid you good day." Ordering more cake, he heads back to watch more of the news. Each item that goes on, he studies intensely.

Zero had completely forgotten about the poker game he was playing to listen to this creepy fire being speak.

"Most ancient thing in the room and you sealed yourself in that book?" He was a little confused. "So what happens when we destroy the book?"

#Lol! "You have no power here!" that was hilarious!

Chance follows Zeno eagerly.
"My my, you are certainly an interesting specimen. Such dignified speech is surely noted in my book. What might your name be?" Chance asked, a chuckle finidng its way out of Chance's lips.
"I'm Chance, just for future reference." He held out his hand in a polite gesture of friendship.

Zeno looks him up and down, then shakes his hand. "I am Zenobius the Gold, but I go by Zeno. It is nice to meet a young person who shows some promise. I assume you are a gladiator here as well. Perhaps one day we shall do combat with one another... but for now, such is a useless thought. Thinking of the future is dull; it is the present that things happen."

Zenobius the Gold.... that's what he overheard from their conversation with Chance. Todesberührung agnise that he's still holding the glass of wine that Arvine gave him. Why is he still holding it? It's not like he's going to drink it, but it is significant by Arvine's kindness to be his companion, though it is unrequited. He stared at the red liquid and watches as it move so delicately as he shifts his hand around slightly.

With the money in his hand, he step back with is right foot but fell into a Dimension Portal that appeared suddenly. Dark said "Time to say goodbye." and Light smiled. JP went back to the RHG world with the money.


#Who owns that money anyway?

"Well I thank you for your kind words. But to be honest, Zeno, I love to think about the future! Anything and everything can happen, and it's the thrill if not knowing which way it will swing that gets me so giddy in the now." Chance explained, chuckling siftly.
"Though I must say. You are hiding something, are you not? You seem too well-mannered not to. So please, I must know, what ARE you hiding?" Chance asked, excitement in his eyes for the unknown.

"I have nothing to hide that shouldn't remain hidden," Zeno says mysteriously. "As for me, the past is just a bore, something to look to so you know things to do and avoid. The future is a bore as well, since being eternal gives me no real sense to accomplish anything within a time frame. seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years... all quite pointless. Though, you should enjoy your time. Living a mortal life seems so intriguing." His lifts and he points at the news. "Knowledge of the things that occur in this world, that is what I enjoy. Watching this gives me a view I no longer have."

Chance narrowed his eyes and gave Zeno a questioning look.
"And what exactly should remain hidden? A dirty little secret? Past or double life? And as far as living a mortal life, I would much prefer to live eternally. You never know what might change or what will happen next! Like a cliff hanger in a good novel or even a cut off in good telly series." Chance chuckled. He was certainly enjoying his conversation with this man.