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[illusionsofgodhood]

[When the D-Terminal turns on, all that shows up is the face of a Keramon chewing on something long, black, and appearing to be made out of leather. It attempts to say something, but since it has something in its mouth, whatever words it says is mumbled and cannot be understood. Thankfully, there's someone else there.]

Keramon, it is rude to speak with your mouth full. Please try again when you're done.

[It drops whatever it was chewing on and looks past the screen apologetically.]

Sorry, captain. Was tryin' to tell ya that I got it workin' for ya.

Ah, I see. Thank you, Keramon.

[The D-Terminal is turned around to reveal Aizen kneeling on the ground in front of Keramon wearing a rather strange outfit and showing that the thing Keramon was chewing was in fact Aizen's left hand.]

My name is Sousuke Aizen and I am in need of some assistance. Keramon and I have been attempting to remove the bindings on me ourselves without success, so if anyone could lend us some sort of cutting implement, it would be appreciated. I would also like to ask if anyone knows where I could get a pair of glasses. Mine were broken and I would like to have them replaced as soon as possible.

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[illusionsofgodhood]

[Not that you can tell, but Aizen's Keramon is now trying to wrap himself around the D-Terminal because friend. And they'll have so much fun and be so happy and all of the other Digimon will be jealous because look at all the fun those Keramon are having and they aren't!]

I apologize for assuming. If it's not too rude of me to ask, a death scythe?

Captain, could I go play with him? Please?

When there's time, you can.

[gallowshumor]

[ A Keramon brOTP if there ever was one! Now, really, little one, let Undertaker see better. He pushes down on his partner's head just a little and it cackles halfway out of sight, all while still holding the D-Terminal up for the man.

Ah, there we go. Now the silver-haired man in all his dark robing can be seen at least halfway better, and Undertaker smiles. Oh, the fellow caught that, did he? Well Undertaker's not really keeping it secret here the same way he did back in London. He's just not advertizing it. If Keramon's a blabbermouth, then he's a blabbermouth.

There's a metallic sort of sound as the Undertaker reaches aside, and leans his scythe into view. It's a fiendish looking thing with a skeletal motif. ]

Aye, milord. Death scythe.

[illusionsofgodhood]

[Okay Keramon, time for the grownups to talk so please stop cuddling the D-Terminal.

The sight of the scythe makes his expression change momentarily before it changes back to curiosity and interest.]

If you have a death scythe, then what would that make you?

[gallowshumor]

[ Calm, inquisitive, not the least bit flustered like that boy Luke was. And didn't the other Keramon mention immortality? Though well aware people are being pulled from vastly different worlds, in the Undertaker's own there are three things that live eternally: angels, reapers, and demons. He, too, is curious and interested. A lack of yellow-green eyes upon the other man tells Undertaker one thing in theory, but wouldn't it just be a most delightful little joke if....

He titters to himself as he bows his head, reaching under the concealing fall of his bangs to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. ]

I am but a humble undertaker these days, milord. For the most part it's been many years since I fulfilled the duties of a grim reaper. [ Now come on, to be fair, trade an answer for an answer. ] And what might it make you, for your little one to call you immortal?

[illusionsofgodhood]

[A grim reaper. He had heard the term before, what Westerners called the shinigami. If he didn't know better, Aizen would have thought that the death scythe was a zanpakuto, but there were different worlds accounted for here and he would not presume that this man was from the same world as him until given proof of it.]

My immortality has nothing to do with what I am, but instead something that I possess. I could be called a grim reaper myself, though the term shinigami is what is used for us.

[gallowshumor]

[ And the Undertaker's grin just blossoms even wider, a wicked crescent of delight. The Grim Reaper Dispatch Society operates all over the human world and he does have some personal experience with the Japanese culture. (He loves good manzai!) He recognizes the word, but the way the man uses it along with the mention of 'possessing' immortality makes plain enough to him that they are not of the same world. ]

My, my, what an interesting little twist!

[ Keramon resurfaces partway with a delighted cackle. ] You got a brother too! We got brothers now! Kekeke! We need a family reunion! Tea and biscuits!

[ Undertaker humors the digimon with a pat-pat, then pushes it out of the way again. ] What a funny world this is, to consider reapers and shinigami among its "chosen children".