Through the Ashes

I gesture to the front room and they both swiftly walk and sit down on the couch. I make sure to take the belt and weapons with me. I sit on the love chair in front of them and set the strange objects on my side of the coffee table, throwing my gun down beside them. "I'll be asking the questions and you'll be answering them. If you lie, don't answer, or give some lame ass excuse, you can leave this area and never approach me again. If you don't leave, I will shoot you."

"Such a well trained solider," Big Shirt sneers.

"Don't," Trench Coat whispers, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

I grit my teeth none the less. "Oh yeah? And what makes you say that?" I ask harshly.

"Oh come on! Repeating the official interrogation of the academy? I've seen more threat from a toad."

"Please!" Trench Coat hisses, clearly fed up with his partner.

"And how would you know? You sure don't look like your from here!" I gesture to her clothes.

"That's because your kind kicked me out!" Big Shirt is out of her seat now, leaning forward aggressively.

"My kind? What does that even mean?"

Her jaw tightens and she quickly leans back, and expression of calm washing over her face like the whole conversation didn't just happen. She's either offended or done. " I knew she was wrong. We're leaving." She grabs Trench Coat's shirt collar and tries to heave him up but he resists.

"No, we know for sure and it's been confirmed. We're staying and if we have to put up with some lousy traditions in the process, so be it."

"What are you talking about?" I finally butt in. Big Shirt glares but sits back down nonetheless.

"You'll find out soon enough. You're the one asking the questions remember?" she huffs.

"Please excuse her rudeness Sam. She doesn't interact with others much," Trench Coat offers.

I scoff. "Lame apology but I shouldn't expect any more from a couple of low-life criminal stalkers."

Big Shirt's jaw tightens and she looks away but says nothing more, while Trench Coat just sighs. "We're not 'criminal stalkers' though we have been called low-lifes more than once."

"Then what are you?" I push.

"We're seekers."

"Seekers? What is that? And don't even think about saying 'we seek.'"

"Well, we do seek. For people like you, actually. We look for Others.

"Other what?" Oh he knows how to push people's buttons. I swear this guy is going to get it.

"There's no other thing. Just Others."

"Dammit, I'm starting to get fed up. What are Others and how am I one of them?"

"Others are people that can travel to the Planes. Would you like to know what the Planes are?" My irritated expression must answer his question. "The Planes are the worlds, 3 worlds actually, of the spirits, those who have died and those who have been spirits since the beginning of time. The Planes house many many life forms, all each very unique. Some good, some very very bad, and some right in the middle. To answer your question about how you are an Other, you we're born like that, as are all Others. You we're most likely reincarnated from another spirit."