Welcome to Gaia! ::

Mot nodded. That much had always been true. Mot was weak with physical combat, mostly because it was not what he resorted to first. If he could find a way to resolve anything without harming someone, all the better.

"To be honest, I tended to idolize them rather blindly as a scareling. They were the lawmen. The kind of creeple I admired in Wild West movies, that would rush in and save the day. I wanted to be a hero."

He smiled softly, albeit sheepishly. "I feel I've grown up since then. I don't want to be a hero anymore." He shook his head. "I see Boogeymen now, and I think of all the little things they do that no one ever sees. I want to help the heroes who have the power to do amazing things, where I can not. I want the ability to solve problems, no matter how big or small."

Mot nodded once again. That was the sort of role he felt he could fulfil. One he wished to.

"I do! I'm fully prepared to do all I must and more." His voice didn't waver, despite his obvious nerves rattling his demeanour. "I hope through it all, that maybe I may be able to earn your forgiveness as well. I look forward to all you have to teach."

Mot's face lit up in awe. Gingerly he took the badge in all it's glory into his hands. A smile slowly formed on his face, almost entranced at the object. He'd done it. He'd taken the first step in accomplishing his dreams. He shook himself off of his stupor, looking back to red as she continued. Remi? Ah, he knew of that boil.

"Of course. I'll look into getting one as soon as I leave the office." He answered quickly. "Is there anything else I should know before I go?"

Mot smiled widely and nodded. "Yes Ma'am!" The reaper grinned and jogged out of her office, whooping loudly as soon as he left the building. Where he was headed was likely the nearest coffee supply shop in Halloween Town. He needed the best, most sought after coffee maker to keep Red satisfied.

And yes, he sang the whole way.

"Come in." Red was seated at her desk, looking up and placing her pen down as the door opened. She sniffed, her expression souring to a frown as she picked up on Mort's undead scent. "Ah. It's you," she more or less greeted without preamble. "What do you want?"

Undead took far, far too long to do anything in Red's opinion. While there were exceptions, on a whole the impression they left on her were that a majority took their time simply because they could. Perhaps not having a pulse meant that, on a whole, they didn't have anything pressing. Nothing urgent, goading them into action.

For a fleeting moment Red fancied the thought of lighting a fire before quenching it quickly. She instead focused her attention on the student as he shuffled in, scowling as he mumbled.

There; he cleared his throat and spoke louder. Better. "Is it adaptable only in order to seek help from me?" She inquired, "Or does something else force you to think differently and move as if a fire will be lit beneath your feet at any moment?"