Kingdom Come

[ultima_mortis]

There is a myriad of suitable mounts in the world. Some are mounts for trophies, fastened to walls and awaiting their decorations. Some are more practical displays of weaponry, even if there’s no intention to execute the occasional rude houseguest. For those like Death, the most ideal mount is often the least expected. Sure, one can try a skeletal horse or a horse on fire, but one runs into the risks of being singed or simply rattling too much when riding around to be appropriately intimidating.

 

The Death of the Discworld rides a pale horse. It’s a grand stallion with a well-groomed mane. Death named him Binky. Binky’s residence in the Grey Country (that being Death’s personal pocket dimension from which he monitors all life) was a carefully constructed, if slightly Escher-esque stable connected to the mansion Death called home.

 

When one is so used to using the many conduits of the world, it’s easier than one might think to suddenly find themselves in a wholly unfamiliar location. Death looks up from an hourglass in his hand and peers around at the queer state of the Nexus. Pocket dimension, to be sure. It’s exact measurements…less obvious. If Death had the flesh to do so, he’d be biting his lip in a certain amount of confusion. He leaned down a bit to rub Binky’s neck, earning a snort from the horse.

 

OH DEAR. The voice of Death is beyond mere vibrations of air. It sinks into the very soul, like the sound of a coffin lid having the last nail put into place. BINKY, WE ARE NOT ANYWHERE NEAR THE DISC, ARE WE?

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[ultima_mortis]

Death is slightly surprised by the man standing before him. Or perhaps "wolf" would be a better description. It's hard to tell with people like the one gazing upon him. Death nods his head, knowing proeprly that he's dealing with one who at least at understands what he's looking at.

THE DISCWORLD IS MY DOMINION AND HOME. IT IS A PLANET, NOT A MUSIC SHOP. Binky flicks his ears towards Bigby and paws the ground twice. RELAX, BINKY. HE IS ONLY PARTLY A WOLF.

[big_bad_sheriff]

Bigby doesn't quite blink at that, but his already furrowed brow furrows further. Does this Fable mean his current shape, or his parentage? One is more true than the other. "I'm not hungry, in any case," he drawls, deadpan.

"There's probably a door to your Discworld somewhere here," he tells the skeletal figure. "There's portals to damn near anywhere."

[ultima_mortis]

Death means both, to an extent. It's very rare that he cannot tell the full nature of a living being standing before him, and something about Bigby is distinctly lupine. Binky calms down a little, but it won't mean the horse is completely at ease.

I'LL HAVE TO FIND IT, THEN. DOORS CAN BE TRICKY. THE WAY THEY OPEN ON ONE SIDE IS OFTEN VERY DIFFERENT FROM THE WAY THEY ARE OPENED ON THE OTHER SIDE.

[big_bad_sheriff]

He nods, scratching at the stubble on his chin. "You do have to be careful about that sort of thing. It ain't always where you thought you left it, too. That's what PINpoints are good for. Kinda like a magic mirror."

[ultima_mortis]

OH, I WOULD TRUST MIRRORS EVEN LESS AT TIMES. THEY REVEAL THE TRUTH, BUT A REFLECTION IS ALSO EASY TO DISTORT. He looks about and then back at Bigby. WHAT IS THIS PIN POINT YOU SPEAK OF?

[big_bad_sheriff]

Bigby nods towards one of the vending machines in the main Plaza area, though he doesn't move to escort Death or his mount there. "Lotta people here use 'em for talking to each other, or finding the way home. Goin' without one is probably a good way to get lost."

[ultima_mortis]

Death pulls the reins over to guide Binky in the right direction. DO THEY TAKE PAYMENTS FOR THIS PIN POINT? I'M NOT USUALLY ONE TO CARRY MONEY ON ME. I GENERALLY DON'T NEED IT.

[big_bad_sheriff]

"Money ain't really a thing here." Bigby pulls out a pack of cigarettes and extracts one, lighting up with a practiced flick of his Zippo. "Not like most folk use it. The Nexus uses barter, if anything. Kinda hard to set a standard across a multiverse, you know?"

He takes a long drag of the cigarette, exhaling smoke through the sides of his mouth. "Anyway, PINpoints don't cost anything, far 's I know."