[One moment, he's standing in front of a seated man who looks like a living corpse, and in the next, Reaper's entire form is nothing but a cloud of black fog. It curls and shifts almost violently, flowing around the other in a rush--smelling every bit like burning carbon and ozone. The fog reforms behind the other, a hand on his back as the taller male gives him a shove--his hood having fallen down to his shoulders.]
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