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Aeron gave a curt nod, then followed the incubus to the near by apartment complex. He did his best to cover his wound, and to keep his dark blood from dripping on to the ground, while he waited for the other male to remember which floor he needed.
He followed the male up to his floor, and inside. The grim reaper was rather puzzled to see a snake tank near the window, but it wasn't the strangest thing he'd seen in his life time.
Out of habit, he remained where he was, but looked around the room. "May I ask what you are looking for?" He asked, not wanting to walk around and possibly drip blood on something he shouldn't.

Aeron chuckled a little, then gave a curt nod. "I see." Was all he said, as he extended his arm for the incubus. His expression remained rather stoic as his wound was pressed, and wrapped. The pressure on his arm did not seem to bother him, as this had happened many times before today.
When his wound was dressed, he gave a bow of his head. "I thank you very much." He said. The grim reaper lingered for a few moments, as he watched the other male. But he turned on his heel after another moment, and started for the exit.
"Lets not do that again." He said, as he flipped a joker card out of his pocket, then started to leave via a portal he created out of the card.

Aeron cast one last glance over his shoulder, at the Incubus's farewell. He chuckled a little, then turned back to the portal he'd created, and stepped farther inside. As he did this, the portal closed behind him, and left little evidence to his brief stay there.
He walked idly through the swirling black and purple vortex, and came to stop just outside of his own home. He was to meet a comrade here who could come and properly take care of the souls he had collected earlier that day.
And after turning them over, he was relieved from his duties for the day. So he opted for a short nap, and a late night trip to one of the local taverns.

Even after a couple of hours, his mind still kept replaying the run in he'd had with the incubus from before. Something in the back of his mind kept telling him that their run in today would not be their last. And he wasn't exactly happy about it either, as he knew he had to keep run ins with civilians to a minimum.
He let out a heavy sigh as he changed clothes, after his small nap. He then stepped out in to the night, with the plans of finding some place to have a few drinks.

{I wasn't sure what to post here. So if you need me to edit it, then please say so.}

The past couple of weeks had been quite busy for Aeron. He'd been sent all over hell's creation for spirits, and a few demons here and there. All in all, it was the same as usual for the grim reaper.
And just at the beginning of the week, he'd been assigned to collect a spirit in France. Working his way around the country was not his specialty, but, never the less, he would dutifully comply, and complete his task. However, when he got there, only a few days after Indivar arrived, the oddest thing happened. The name of the spirit he needed had disappeared from his book. Only a near death experience? Not uncommon, but rather irritating since he had come all this way out here.
But then the name reappeared a day later, and disappeared that evening.
Not only was he quite confused, but he was also bored, and irritated with these seemingly intentional murder attempts. Honestly. Construction sites are well secure. What happened on the first day was clearly no accident, after some further investigation.

So today, he sat atop a light post, though he had an invisibility charm placed so that humans could not see him, though supernatural creatures could. Today, his target spirit was supposed to be killed in a bus accident. He kept his eye on the name of the soul, and would occasionally glance up to view the crowd.
Eventually, he did locate the target soul. And right on schedule, the bus appeared, and nearly killed the target. Though it was yet another near death experience. But oddly enough, the name did not disappear this time around. Aeron was quite baffled now. But, with a light sigh, he snapped the book closed, and slipped it back in to its chain mail holster. He stood up on the light post, and summoned his scythe. Though he opted to stay where he was, since he didn't want to potentially cause a scene in public.

Aeron glanced up at the sound of an echoing thud. 'That finally finish off the target?' He wondered to himself as he looked down at the scene of the accident.
He slipped the book out of its satchel, and looked over the target's name. The name and profile were still on the page, yet the kid sat back up. Clearly something was wrong here.
The grim reaper hopped off his perch, and landed lightly on the ground below. He wandered over to the kid, making sure to keep up a charm so the humans couldn't see him.
He summoned his scythe from his tattoo, and knelt down in front of the kid. He inspected the incubus's wounds; though he found nothing that was fatal enough to kill him. Sure they'd put him out of commission for a while, but that was about it.

"How... Curious." He said aloud, as he checked the record once again.

An ambulance and a wrecker truck arrived shortly after, and got the incubus out from under the car as quickly as they could without injuring him any more than necessary.
As they carried him in to the back of the ambulance, Aeron absent mindedly followed them. If this was the target he needed, he figured killing him in the hospital would be a bit easier. Plus, he was curious to find out exactly how this guy was still standing after such an accident, and why the name was still on his 'to die' list.

{Uh... Um... Crap! I don't remember what the plot was either! (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ }

The grim reaper gave the kid a kind of droll and unamused stare. "The sarcasm is not exactly earning you any points, kid." He stated boredly as he checked out the back window of the ambulance. At least someone had finally noticed the person passed out in the car. 'Took 'em long enough.' He thought to himself, then turned his attention back to the incubus.
"Clearly." He said, as he leaned on the bars of the stretcher. "My only questions in the matter are, A) Why does this person want you dead? Which I'm sure you might be able to answer. The tricky question is B) Why aren't you dead yet?" He asked, pausing only long enough to rake his gloved hand through his shaggy brown locks.

"This is... What? The third or fourth time you've gotten back up this week at least? While I normally find it amusing to tail a target for a bit, this is just getting ridiculous. To be frank, I'm sick of seeing your name come up on the death list." He said sarcastically, but with a completely serious expression on his face.