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"Oh cool beans"
She smiles at him, then runs into the forest.
"Okie dokie next person…. This ones a lucky one"
She says, cheerfully, then quickly hopping on branches, looking down at the reaper.
"So what's your name?!"
She says, holding to daggers, still hoping from branch to branch
He looked up at her. "My name is not important." He replied. "You may call me Reaper." He kept walking. Every so often, a spirit would appear beside him, and each time he would trace a marking across their forehead, often addressing them by name, and then they would vanish.
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"Ugh fine, ill figure out a way to find out your name somehow"
They arrived at a bar, lighing up all sorts if colors, a group of men lighting up. She looked at the reaper, and pointed to a certain man with a huge cigar in his mouth.
"Lets have some fun"
Jumping off of the tree, taking off her cloak, trying to fix her hair a little, she turns to the reaper.
"Say….could you make me look better? This ones gonna be a little hard."
Reaper raised a single eyebrow. "And what exactly do you expect me to do? My powers don't extend to makeovers." He said dryly, looking at the man. "Also, you aren't allowed to kill him." He added, returning his gaze to her and removing his hood once again. A spirit popped into existence beside him. It was a little girl, bald, who had obviously died from cancer. She was crying.
"I-I want t-to go home! I want m-my mommy!" She wailed.
He knelt beside her, and took on of her hands in his. He sighed softly. "Alexis, it's going to be okay. You're going to heaven now. You'll be with your daddy, and Grandpa and Grandma. Okay?" He said gently.
Alexis sniffled. "O-okay." She whispered.
Reaper traced a mark across her forehead. "Be at peace." He whispered.
Alexis vanished.
Reaper stood up.
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"What do you mean I'm not allowed to kill him? And you not being able to do makeovers is quite fair"
She looks at the man. ."im gonna kill him"
"I mean you aren't allowed to kill him, unless you can give me a very good reason." He said amiably, stepping between her and the man. "Am i understood?" He said.
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"He's traumatized, children…."
All she says before she jumps to the side, entering the bar.
Looking around, she spots the man, sitting down with a bottle in his hand, waving it around like a mad man. After about five minutes she manages to lead him behind the bar. Stabbing him gruesomely to death after she broke his limbs. She hated people like him, they deserved to die in the worst way possible, and she was going easy on him.
Reaper followed her, and pressed his lips into a thin line. He pulled her away from the man and pinned her to the wall. "Listen to me." He growled. "This arrangement isn't going to work if you don't fucking listen to me, kid." He said. The hood was pulled over his head, and from a distance they would simply look like a couple, about to kiss. "So you don't get to go charging off and killing like that without talking to me first. Am I understood?"
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"What're you gonna do? Kill me? Yeah, I'm sure. And anyway, "
She says pushing away from him, and jumping to the side.
"I told you what he's done. Do you actually think i kill people JUST to piss you off? Or just because its fun? Listen you little sh**. I give people what they deserve."
She says angrily.
"And anyway, I know you're gonna hold up on that deal. I mean, your life's so boring already isn't it? You want a change? I'm offering it to you."
She walks over to the body, stepping on his face, crushing the already cracked skull.
"If you wanna have a little tea party, we shouldn't do it here….kid"
She says hastily as she puts her good back on.
"I don't kill. I would, however, Reap. A touch with the scythe, and your soul is separated from your body. Your body dies, slowly, and then your soul is mine to take to its afterlife. And if you are an atheist, I get to choose, and I could send you straight to hell. Is that where you want to spend eternity, Maylynn?" He cocked his head slightly. "And don't make assumptions about my life that aren't true." He frowned slightly. "And no, I don't want a tea party. I don't like tea." He narrowed his eyes. "Oh, and don't call me kid. I'm far older than you."
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Spitting in his face, walking away she smiles to herself.
"Oh this IS going to be fun!"
She turns around to him.
"And send me to hell for all i care. Like i said!"
She says smiling widely, her pupils severely dilated. She truly looked like a killer.
"It's better than this place!"
She says before jumping into the trees. She didn't really care about anything anymore. She used to, but then she met the harsh unforgiving reality that living had to offer.
He wiped his face off emotionlessly. He laughed darkly. "Kid, you don't know hell like I do if you think it's better than living." He said, eyes narrowing at memories, before he pushed the memories back to the back of his mind. He followed her silently.
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"Anyway, one more to go i think. It would've been around 10 more at least…but you showed up… And ya know… I keep my word"
She says to him, clearly ignoring his comment.
He sighed. "As long as it isn't a child, fine." He replied. He was still in the hood and jeans, and around his neck there was a faint flash of silver.
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After taking care of the rest, she led him to a tiny underground house, in the woods. It wasn't much but it was surprisingly good for being a handmade underground house.
Firey lamps hung from the ceiling, shelves lined the walls. A bed in the corner, a fireplace on the other side with a broken fridge. It was about two times the size of a trailer house.
"Welcome to my home!"
He nodded, looking around. "Nice place." He said. His hands were in his pockets as he looked around. He didn't love from the entryway.
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"Haha good sarcasm"
She says, sitting on a wooden chair.
"Anyway… It's like…3 in the morning. You don't sleep do you?"
She asks him, taking a bottle of kind of cold alcohol from the fridge. She didn't know what type it was, but she liked it.
He shook his head. "Not unless I want to. I haven't needed sleep in…years." he said slowly. He shrugged slightly, and sat down, stretching.
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"Well, you should try it again! It's like time traveling."
She says as she drinks a whole bottle. Sitting back in her chair, one hand on the back of the chair, the other one grasping the bottle.
He shrugged. "I have other duties to attend to." Another spirit appeared, and again he touched their forehead, murmuring, "Peace." And they vanished.
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(Question. Can she see what he's doing?)
(yeah, if you want her to)
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(Okay, what if he chooses to let her see it)
(the way I was thinking of it is that because she can see him, she can see the spirits too?)
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(Oh okay!)
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"Oh, so…. Do you have to go?"
She said setting the bottle down. She wasn't worried about her alcohol, she could handle it like a boss.
*can he get drunk? Nah-"
He glanced at her. "I don't have to. I can, though." He shrugged slightly, raking a hand through his dark hair and stretching.
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She starts laughing a little bit.
"wait so you're telling me…. you could get drunk!!??"
She says through a smile, sitting forward in her chair holding in a laugh.
"What? No, I was saying I didn't have to go…" He trailed off, raising an eyebrow. "That's not…I didn't say anything about drinking."
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"Aw come on… well, can you?"
She sits back in her chair, a little bummed. Standing up, she gets some food out of the broken fridge, putting it above a little fire.
