Who: Devon McBride What: Death at a funeral When: Saturady afternoon, October 2, 2010 (during this thread) Where: Glastonbury Abbey Cemetery
No one noticed Devon McBride at the back corner of the cemetery. They didn't usually, when she didn't want to be noticed. A few other mourners had given her polite nods as she entered, which she had returned, and then she'd faded into the background.
She wasn't a part of Camelot and never had been. She wasn't family or a friend. She was simply here out of duty. Matthew Morgan had been one of the most important figures in the world of reincarnates for many years. His death was the death of a legend, the end of an era, and the death of a little piece of the community. That passing had to be marked, just as the passing of Michael Morgan was marked, as the passing of Anna Harkness had been marked, as the passing of Simon Darkwood had been marked. Them and many others, by Devon and by the people who had been who she was before she was Death, because Death was always there, somewhere, in someone.
Closing her hand tightly around the silver ankh necklace, she was suddenly gone, no longer on the same plain as the mourners. Devon wouldn't remember anything until a few moments later when she reappeared in the cemetery. This wasn't technically her job, it wasn't something she needed to be aware of, she merely gave up her physical self for a moment while her other half did what she had to do. Death had someone she needed to meet and usher on to what would come after.