((Sorry Shieba. x3; I can read it fine, but if it's hard for people to read it kinda makes the whole 'font-beautifying' thing kinda pointless XD))
"A bunch of pointless stuff mostly. Well there's Fate and Death and a bunch of others that don't really do anything particularly important. They just argue, threaten genies and irritate their subordinates mostly." Narcissa shrugged, her world had probably been created by someone with a very good sense of humour. No one had quite gotten the joke yet, though. That or the entire punchline had been forgotten.
"It's Jinn, Narcissa. And yes, that much is true."
"Gin? As in gin and tonic?"
"Jinn as in- Oh, forget it! You're just winding me up now, aren't you?"
"Yes, father."
Rexus shrunk back slightly, a rather tired expression on his face. "You're right as usual Gemas. It's just that I've lost enough family in the past few years, I don't want to do the wrong thing and lose someone else. I've been trying to handle the matter delicately, I mean... It could be just a phaze... It's not as if she's had a mother figure there at all." Dear Zu'hai, it was just lucky that Gemas had so much patience. A lesser animal might have given in and slapped Rexus across the head by now. No doubt the 'mother figure' nonsense was something Narcissa had cooked up to make him feel bad.
Well, it wasn't as if hadn't heard Gemas's rant. It wasn't as if anything in the cathedral hadn't heard it, either. Though, she did seem decidedly unmoved by his speech, like she knew what she was expecting to hear. "All due respect, Sir, I'm not talking about messing about with souls, I couldn't give a toss about summoning souls or whatever my father was doing. I'm talking about simple necromancy that doesn't involve really pissing off Death herself. Just little stupid stuff that no one really cares about, I'd just like to be given some straight facts for once."
"Well, technically..." Rexus trailed off as Gemas shot him a sharp look. "Uh, Narcissa, would you mind if-"
"No, I really don't care." She sighed, it didn't seem like she had a choice anyway.
Turning to Rosy, the young myu just shrugged her shoulders slightly. "My problem is that I don't know when to shut up."