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ooc: Here is the IC for the Death God RP. For those wanting to join, see the sign-up thread here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=582109). For those participating, don't hesitate to 'run in' to my character.

IC:

Osius City, CFUS

First Psalm

Perched atop the steeple of a tall cathedral, a lone figure overlooked the sprawling metropolis of the Commonwealth's largest city. The trails of his white tunic fluttered in the wind, and his black wings shielded him like a cowl. In the figure's right hand, a large and wicked scythe was held. Though the figure was imposing and dark in appearance, no one would be able to see him.

Azrael rose from where he sat, turning to look at the sun overhead. Until that moment, it had looked like the pitch of night. He sighed as the gargoyle nearby moved.

"So, who is it this time, Momo?" Azrael asked as the dark cat moved towards him along the cathedral roof.

In response, Momo let out a growl and threw her head in the direction of one of the many figures below.

"Well, we got time..." Azrael huffed. With a flutter of wings, he'd left his perch, landing on the sidewalk among the living. His wings and scythe were gone as he blended into the crowd.

Markus walked through the living like someone who was not happy around them. His white hair whipping in the wind, he looked around and decided that nothing interesting was going to happen. He continued walking and bumped into Azrael.
"Oww...sorry..."said Markus.

Markus walked through the living like someone who was not happy around them. His white hair whipping in the wind, he looked around and decided that nothing interesting was going to happen. He continued walking and bumped into Azrael.
"Oww...sorry..."said Markus.
Being Shinigami, Azrael immediately recognized what Markus was. His eyes looked cold on the 'younger' man.

"So, what business are you here for?" Azrael asked. "I've got a little youngling to pick up in a bit...this job is so dreary sometimes, isn't it?" he asked, smiling bitterly.

ooc: last post...got PT in 6 hours...

OOC: and i have school in 12 hours.

"Oh, nothing. Just trying to enjoy my enslavement to the universe,'said Markus."And i have some poor girl to pick up at some point today. Well, be seeing yah." Walking off, he started thinking of ways to collect his next soul.

ooc: guess I'll set up for my story...

ic:

Azrael nodded and watched Markus walk away, wondering about him. He always thought it odd the surname that Markus had returned...wondered if he should say something about it. He turned to walk away and bumped into a girl, about his target's age, who looked flustered. She mumbled an apology and walked on, her head hung low. Azrael kept watching as she disappeared around the next corner. Deciding he had nothing better to do, he headed down the sidewalk after her.

A little girl came flying past, riding an old vacuum cleaner (http://www.137.com/galaasen/nr7.jpg). Some people tried to see where that whirring sound came from, but they couldn't see her. A crow followed her around.

She turned her... vehicle... to greet Azrael. "Hello mister Azrael. What are you doing?"

SNIP

ooc: Why do I think of Kiki's Delivery service when I hear that? (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiki%27s_Delivery_Service)

"Right, ladies and gents, step up!" Sheo's hands moved unnaturally fast, whirring the cups around the small wooden table. A small crowd had gathered to watch him. His challenger stood across from him, trying to keep an eye on the cup which had a penny underneath. After about a minute of this frantic shifting, he suddenly stopped and fell back onto the wall. "Well, mate?"
The man hovered his hand over a number of them before picking up one on the right. Nothing underneath.
"Oooh, bad luck buddy. Here, penny for your troubles." He tossed the man the penny and chuckled. He took a small, rainbow colored party blower out of his pocket and blew it towards the man. "Thank you folks, that's all for today. I'll be here same time tomorrow if you fancy trying your luck." He took a small, rainbow colored party blower out of his pocket and blew it towards the man. Better luck next time, eh?" He nodded to the man and started to pack up his table.

A little girl came flying past, riding an old vacuum cleaner (http://www.137.com/galaasen/nr7.jpg). Some people tried to see where that whirring sound came from, but they couldn't see her. A crow followed her around.

She turned her... vehicle... to greet Azrael. "Hello mister Azrael. What are you doing?"
Azrael sighed at the greeting from the less-than conventional Shinigami. He stopped in his tracks.

"Hello June...would you mind not riding that? It's...disconcerting," he added. "What are you doing here, if I may ask?"

From the shadows near Sheo a low growl sounded as 2 red eyes apeared. There was a barely visable outine of something large and shaggy crouched on all fours.

The outline leaped forwards thrugh a patch of light, revelaing it to be a huge black wolf, and dived ontop of a man who had just gone down a dark ally. As it ripped the mans head off the walls of the ally rippled and a black smoke poured into the confined space. The smoke solidifyed into a black robed, skeletal man with large black feathered wings.

Ashezu

The man spoke the word calmly and the very air seemed to shiver as his chilling tones exited the empty holes of the skull and the wolf imediatly stoped what it was doing and walked over to him on 2 legs.

Why are you here my friend? I see no one save your food the jaw moved rapidly, noiselessly as he spoke. The wolf nodded to the end of the ally and the man was imediatly there. He held his hand over the now mangled corpse of the wolfs meal and a tiny speck of black smoke drifted up to his hand. He scanned the area with his empty sockets, stoping when he spied Sheo and his table.
A Shinigami? he uttered, strokeing his jaw with his fingers Why is he playing with the mortals? hmmm, I must investigate. Better still, you do.

The wolf nodded and his form rippled as he shifted back into a human. He walked out of the shadows and up to sheo and said "Whats all this then?" casualy.

From the shadows near Sheo a low growl sounded as 2 red eyes apeared. There was a barely visable outine of something large and shaggy crouched on all fours.

The outline leaped forwards thrugh a patch of light, revelaing it to be a huge black wolf, and dived ontop of a man who had just gone down a dark ally. As it ripped the mans head off the walls of the ally rippled and a black smoke poured into the confined space. The smoke solidifyed into a black robed, skeletal man with large black feathered wings.

Ashezu

The man spoke the word calmly and the very air seemed to shiver as his chilling tones exited the empty holes of the skull and the wolf imediatly stoped what it was doing and walked over to him on 2 legs.

Why are you here my friend? I see no one save your food the jaw moved rapidly, noiselessly as he spoke. The wolf nodded to the end of the ally and the man was imediatly there. He held his hand over the now mangled corpse of the wolfs meal and a tiny speck of black smoke drifted up to his hand. He scanned the area with his empty sockets, stoping when he spied Sheo and his table.
A Shinigami? he uttered, strokeing his jaw with his fingers Why is he playing with the mortals? hmmm, I must investigate. Better still, you do.

The wolf nodded and his form rippled as he shifted back into a human. He walked out of the shadows and up to sheo and said "Whats all this then?" casualy.

He held the newly packed up table under his arm.
"This is a reputable travelling game emporium which in no way is bending and or breaking any of the countries laws." He grinned, his smile widening. "You skeletwat." He heard a screech of tyres and a thud, and turned around in time to see the man who had been playing his game fly through the air away from the car, hitting the ground with a sickening crack. No one moved, and there was no noise for a minute, before someone screamed and then the people crowded around. Sheo unconciously tapped his pocket and walked down the road.

"Hello June...would you mind not riding that? It's...disconcerting," he added. "What are you doing here, if I may ask?"

June jumped off the vacuum. "I'm sorry. I have to get from one country to another quickly, someone thought it was funny to assign all deaths in the Free Priesthood to me. Those people are spread all over the world! I've been flying from Afghanistan to Belgium to Colombia to ... you get the idea. It's mean, but I get to see a lot of places. I'm just passing through here. And you, are you about to collect someone interesting?"

August landed on the hovering household device, a curious look in his eyes. He seemed to be just as interested to learn something new as June was.

June jumped off the vacuum. "I'm sorry. I have to get from one country to another quickly, someone thought it was funny to assign all deaths in the Free Priesthood to me. Those people are spread all over the world! I've been flying from Afghanistan to Belgium to Colombia to ... you get the idea. It's mean, but I get to see a lot of places. I'm just passing through here. And you, are you about to collect someone interesting?"

August landed on the hovering household device, a curious look in his eyes. He seemed to be just as interested to learn something new as June was.
"You're a Shinigami...just go there at will," Azrael explained, demonstrating by disappearing and then reappearing behind her. "Oh...perhaps maybe because you're a younger one..." He shook his head to answer he next question. "Yes I am," Azrael said. "A college student, if I remember the file correctly..." Suddenly, a large black cat appeared behind him, said file in his jowls. "Thank you, Momo..." he said. "He's rather boring though; not one of those sex-fiend or coked-out students." He caught a glimpse of a photo and looked at it; it was the girl he'd bumped into. "Hrm...this is interesting..."

"I'm sure" Ashazu said as the crash happened. Instantly Gento was next to Ashazu
How boring, why can't I kill something he sighed in a bored voice and making to aproach the body with Sheo, making sure his wasn't visable on the mortal plane. To the mortals atleast.

As he neared the corpse he noticed something. There was no aura aroundn the man, no billowing smoke, no nothing. just the stench of blod ans it began to pool on the ground. In an instant he was next to Sheo Well that was boring... can you tell my why his soul was missing? I've not seen THAT before unless I took it.

"I'm sure" Ashazu said as the crash happened. Instantly Gento was next to Ashazu
How boring, why can't I kill something he sighed in a bored voice and making to aproach the body with Sheo, making sure his wasn't visable on the mortal plane. To the mortals atleast.

As he neared the corpse he noticed something. There was no aura aroundn the man, no billowing smoke, no nothing. just the stench of blod ans it began to pool on the ground. In an instant he was next to Sheo Well that was boring... can you tell my why his soul was missing? I've not seen THAT before unless I took it.

"I did your job for you then. Thank me later. Shinigami, Death God. I prefer 'Post Mortem Traffic Co-Ordinator'."

Has a certain ring to it, So... who are you?

"We can do that?" June seemed genuinely surprised. "So that's why someone is teasing me with the Free Priests."

To try out this special ability, June willed herself to a spot from which she could look at the photo. "Ooooh, there's girl involved?"

"We can do that?" June seemed genuinely surprised. "So that's why someone is teasing me with the Free Priests."

To try out this special ability, June willed herself to a spot from which she could look at the photo. "Ooooh, there's girl involved?"
"Seems like it," Azrael sighed. "I think I'll grab his soul before it happens. It might get messy and...well, he'll suffer enough," he cracked the slightest smile towards June. "It might be more interesting than I thought. Want to come along?" he offered.

"Sure, I'm in no hurry anymore." June switched off the vacuum, which promptly fell from the air.

August fluttered, surprised his perch had disappeared. "Caw!"

"Sure, I'm in no hurry anymore." June switched off the vacuum, which promptly fell from the air.

August fluttered, surprised his perch had disappeared. "Caw!"
"Well, the university is this way," Azrael pointed across the street, "But the girl went this way," he pointed around the corner. "We got time...let's see where she goes," Azrael concluded, starting to walk off.

June picked up the vacuum and followed Azrael. "The girl was here before?"

"I bumped into her," Azrael said as she followed. "At first I didn't notice anything...except a feeling that she was...connected," he explained. "She'll probably be his cause of death," Azrael added, "Women usually are..."

June raised an eyebrow. "They also often are the ones trying to stop death."

June raised an eyebrow. "They also often are the ones trying to stop death."
"Mortal women are so annoying in our duties," Azrael sighed, completely ignoring his companions' gender. In fact, he no longer saw June as a 'her' but as a Shinigami.

"Only when they're chasing the one we have to collect around, otherwise they're just there. Like everything else is until it isn't. Do you find any meaning in our work?"

"Only when they're chasing the one we have to collect around, otherwise they're just there. Like everything else is until it isn't. Do you find any meaning in our work?"
"People gotta live, Shinigami gotta kill," Azrael sighed, pointing down the street. "There she is," he pointed to the girl as she gazed into the window display of a jewelry store. "Suppose I go over and talk to her..." he mused.

Has a certain ring to it, So... who are you?

"Oh, if I told you that, where would the fun be? Find out for yourself, eh?"

"There's someone who obviously derives a lot of the meaning of her life from material stuff. That's going to be disappointing when she.... oooh shiny!"

The girl didn't and couldn't notice June was standing right next to her, pressing her nose against the window. The crow also seemed quite interested in the jewelry.

"There's someone who obviously derives a lot of the meaning of her life from material stuff. That's going to be disappointing when she.... oooh shiny!"

The girl didn't and couldn't notice June was standing right next to her, pressing her nose against the window. The crow also seemed quite interested in the jewelry.
Azrael internally sighed as he sidled up next to her, in visible form. His youthful face was reflected in the glass.

"Lovely piece, isn't it?" he asked, nodding to the locket she was admiring.

"Oh, y-yeah..." the girl answered, a bit nervous.

"It's 24k, right?" Azrael continued.

"Yeah...I think I finally have enough to buy it," she revealed. "Um...you're not...?"

"Oh, no," Azrael answered, "I'm just admiring it. That's a fine gift for yourself."

"Oh, it's not for me," she replied, "It's for my boyfriend. He just got a promotion at work."


ooc: gtg, class is ending. will post more later.

OOC: Bad Free United States *hit with cane* STUDY!!! :D (http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/view.aspx?ciid=3313463)

IC: Well I'd prod you untill I found out but you go uncouncious. Of course if you were mortal you'd die but... he trailed off as he passed a cluster of people running towards the crash

Cain appeared near Azrael and June. He looked around, swore, took our an odd looking map, examined it, and swore again.

"Wrong location! Why does this always happen to me!" A white house cat appeared on his shoulder and started licking itself, looking as if it was smirking. "Oh, you think you can do better, do you!" Said Cain to the cat.

Walking towards the other Death Gods, Cain said, "Hello, people. Can you tell me where I am now?"

"Whisht, if your coming, since I can't seem to shake you." He turned another corner, then spotted the small group around the window. A rat peeked out of his top pocket, before spotting two cats and wisely ducking back in. He walked over to the group. He waved as he walked towards them.
"Hey, Araz. Had any work recently?" He intentionlly did not mention June, knowing by now to mention things which others couldn't see around them. That, combined with the grin, tended to unnerve people.

OOC: Should our characters know each other, with the exception of Ih8u's and Siloin's?

OOC: Are you frikking kidding me? On the first day, this had more than 3 pages of posts!

IC:
A lone figure stood atop the steeple of a church, his hair whipping in the wind. Most people would have lost their balance, or gotten cold, but then, Ziyo wasn't most people. His white shirt, rippled with the wind. A blank expression on his face, Ziyo grabbed the hilt of his katana slung across his back. It was still there.
It's awfully nice for Kagetorians to stop dying in foreign countries, but things have been boring recently.

Deciding to actually do something besides stand here waiting for an assignment, Ziyo jumped, spreading his limbs and felt the air rush past his face. Less than a yard from the ground, he concentrated, and teleported to reduce the effect of the gravity.

Standing back up, he looked around. A jewelry store to his left harbored a few familiar faces. Still invisible to the average human, he walked over to the window, and knocked on it.

Death Processing Center--Atheist Division For South Pacific

Atheist Processing Centers were the worst...they were the worst because most of the unfortunate mortals had believed that when they died that was it...no more...end of all pain, suffering.... NO existence.

Their collective response to 'Sorry there is an After Life and you just majorly f***ed up' was horrid. A collective guilt that manifested itself in the most passive aggressive group response since the birth of Grunge. Even the hypocritical Christians who went to Hell, (do not collect 200 dollars, do not even think about the Pearly Gates of Heaven) were better off in the long run. They could focus on their transgressions and their tormentors.

Here everyone was collectively the tormented and the tormentor in pure masochistic perfection.

Only Atheists had achieved a Perpetual Purgatory with a bureaucratic nightmare twist. Although, reincarnation as a Klatchian Bureaucrat was apparently possible...but that was even worse.

Charon mused about the idiocy, silliness, and general self-hatred of mortals. He had little else to do at the moment, standing waiting with his hand placed firmly on the shoulder of an Atheist named Max Plank. They were waiting for the little women behind the counter to end her 'tea break' and start processing 'Errant Souls' again. He turned his attention to the rather drab dropped down ceiling. In pure Dead Plane fashion it went on forever in all directions....no outside walls just grey-green concrete pillars running off in every direction. A never ending forest of concrete and flourecence punctuated with the occasional large concrete box enclosing a stairwell and elevator, to link it with the multitude of other processing centers forming a three dimensional box that was infinate in all cardinal directions. This never ending forest was divided and cut up by little fortresses of beuracracy formed around various pillars. Each was constructed out of the same fake plastic and white plastic counter top surrounding green metal desks with out of date computers sitting upon them.

Inside the fortresses the souls sat at computers, typing in documents for no reason and ignoring the multitude of petitioners who stood in line waiting to have some form stamped, provided, and signed so another form could be procured and the process started all over again. And every eight hours they switched the petitioned became the petitioning, and the petitioning became the petitioned. On and On, Forever...

The little old lady was still drinking her cup of coffee, although her ten minute break had passed some...what...thirty or so minutes...and she was slurping...Hell's Demon's needed to take lessons from this creature. Charon had the patience of one who was going to be around for a while, and already had been. But somehow his patience wore thin with the slurping.

Finally she rose and took the small sign down behind the counter and yelled Next like she had been doing this when she was alive.

Charon leveled his gaze at her and she seemed to blink a few times and looked away. "Does he have a 798 Form D processing in a Lost Soul unclaimed..."

The form, perfectly filled out appeared on the desk with a puff of cold fog. She kept her eyes away from the tall man in the sailor's uniform.

"Name"

"max plank" max replied sheepishly

"I have no record of a max plank in the computer..."

<Yes you do,Rose..>

"Huh...How do you know my..."

<Do not annoy me rose...I know your name, when you died, how you died...Process him and...>

A form appeared on the counter, this was another form, a JSP 778-45I. Rose had been trying to get one signed for the better part of a century in her off hours. This one was stamped...She had never, ever seen a stamped one before...

"Oh my god..."

<No, you have no God Rose...If you did...you wouldn't be here.>

"But...But...How?"

<I was here when the first desk appeared for the first customer who waited until the second appeared and then demanded a Form D-1, Registration of Death and Afterlife...>

Rose's eyes went broad..."Your the Cheif?"

Charon shook his head...<No, I just deal with the keeping the vast array of the afterlife working properly...your afterlife has never worked properly.>

He turned and walked away leaving Manx Plank to the fate of a soul who didn't believe in the Afterlife but was now forced into one of monotony so great it was worse then Hell.

Rose watched the tall, gaunt man walk off and part a crowd. There was a wall behind it and a door. The man in his captain's uniform vanished through it into a mist of fog. Then the man, the door and the fog vanished.

"Alright Mr. Plank you need to go to station 8 Z 339 and get your Afterlife Employment form..."

*****

Markus walked along the street until he found a apartment block. teleporting to an fire escape, he saw two people fighting. One was a well built man, the other a women. It was the women's soul he was after. he saw a guitar sitting in the corner of the room. Grinning, he saw an idea that might work...

Cain appeared near Azrael and June. He looked around, swore, took our an odd looking map, examined it, and swore again.

"Wrong location! Why does this always happen to me!" A white house cat appeared on his shoulder and started licking itself, looking as if it was smirking. "Oh, you think you can do better, do you!" Said Cain to the cat.

Walking towards the other Death Gods, Cain said, "Hello, people. Can you tell me where I am now?"
ooc: to answer the question; a death god can recognize another by sight.

ic:

Crap Azrael thought. Instantly, Momo had intercepted Cain.

Master Azrael is enjoying a discussion. Do not draw attention. I am his Familiar...how can I assist, Master Cain?

"Whisht, if your coming, since I can't seem to shake you." He turned another corner, then spotted the small group around the window. A rat peeked out of his top pocket, before spotting two cats and wisely ducking back in. He walked over to the group. He waved as he walked towards them.
"Hey, Araz. Had any work recently?" He intentionlly did not mention June, knowing by now to mention things which others couldn't see around them. That, combined with the grin, tended to unnerve people.

OOC: Should our characters know each other, with the exception of Ih8u's and Siloin's?
Again, Momo intercepted the intruding Death God as Azrael continued the conversation.


"Ah, he's a lucky one," Azrael said. There was a tone in his voice that let anyone who heard know he was insincsere.

"T-thanks," David's girlfriend said, unsettled. "Well, I gotta buy it before someone else does...see ya," she said, hurrying to get inside.

Azrael turned away, and was immediately invisible to mortals again.

"It seems to be a consensus among us Death Gods to congregate, doesn't it?" he asked the assemblage.

"It seems to be a consensus among us Death Gods to congregate, doesn't it?" he asked the assemblage.

June giggled. "Everyone needs someone to talk to, and you know how mortals respond to talk about our jobs."

Indeed Getag said, his tone lightening slightly and then sighing he said Oh how I hate the Dragona, such dramatisation! I mean look, such lovely, normal Shinigami and Familiars! So much harder like this. he gestures sadly at his familier and his skull.

Asgard...okay, NOT Asgard. Asgard's been out of business for a while...

"well, it's about time you woke up, Thomas." She was draped half-in-shadow, and Tommy knew exactly who she was.

"Damn...it was that inglorious, huh?" he asked.

Hel shook her head, "Odin's place has been closed for a bit over a Millenia, Thomas." she told him, "I ended up picking up his slack-at least, the ones that still believed...you can stand up now, I think."

Tommy got up, and looked himself over. The hiking boots were wrong-he'd been flying when he died. "Ummm..." he gestured at himself.

"Well, I can't have you trying to walk around as a burnt puddle of meat and ashes, and while it might be melodramatic to have you wake up as a girl in armour with a winged horse, it really wouldn't fit the job the Norns decided you get."

"Job?" Tommy asked, "You mean, like, a Job??" he was stunned.

"Yeah. A job-see, I have to oversee nine worlds of the afterlife, plus sort our people from Yhwh's, the Buddha's, and whatever weird millenialist cult out there rises up next...which means needing helpers, and while the surviving Valkyries are pretty good at picking a winner and a loser, they're not the brightest or most diligent workers in picking up the occasional stray."

"Strays...you mean, like, dead people who don't head straight to their afterlife?" Tom asked.

"Yup. Strays. You'll always be working for my team, but sometimes you'll get a job for one of the others-most often Jeshu Godson, the Carpenter, but sometimes you'll be rounding for Yhwh's people when he's short-handed." She said.

"UM...what did I ah, do to deserve the honour?" Tommy asked.

"You pissed off someone-not me, but someone, the Norns, maybe. somehow, somewhere, you made someone take notice of you, and your name got on the list." she said, "In a few minutes, you'll wake up where your body is-your new body, which isn't like your old one. You'll wake up, and there'll be an envelope, with your target, an approximate time and place of death, some money to get you through the time you're stalking, and some fairly credible identification documents-they'll be accepted as whoever the reader is unlikely to, ah...detain? so you can get close enough to pick the lost soul up. When you're done with your first one, that's going to decide whether you get to keep working in Midgard, or you get to go sit in a cooker in Muspelheim-don't screw it up- recently dead folks often find that to be quite enough trauma, and you're not to let them experience any more additional pain than they've already gone through, get me? Be Nice, or you Burn."

Galduis was strolling past the window of the jewelerry store and stops to admire the necklace a young girl was purchasing, he stared for a few seconds realising that he could knock out the girl and steal it off her. but if he caused a disturbance he could attract unwanted attention thats the last thing he will want to do in the city.

"Well, familiar, I need directions and information. I think I had the wrong coordinates."

Getag would have raised an eye brow, if he had one, as he noticed a very large gerbil stroll up to the window and stare at the very pretty nacklace the gril was buying
Y'noh must have been on smack when he created the dragona... I'd hate to know what he was on when he made that thing he said as he pointed at Gladus I don't like how he's looking at her, shes our chance to get the mark.... follow him
The wolf noded and ran down an ally, shifted back into wolf form and leaped to the buildings roof. Once there he peered down on Gladius as he watched the girl.

As galdius (who by the way is a human sized gerbil with a sword) as he stared at the girl he felt as if someone was peircing down on him, he sharply looked round and nothing but the hubbabud city he turned back and walked of thinking about the strange presence he had felt peircing his soul

The wolf on the roof shifted and leaped onto the roof of the next building. He took care to be stealthy but still managed to hiut the roof with a resounding *THUD*

Galduis heard a loud thud as if someone had fell he looked round and looked up slowly and saw to large, red scary eyes. He stared at him for a few seconds and kept on walking but with dread and started to worry if the werewolf would follow him home.

The wolf flinched as Gladius made eye contact, but it didn't break the contact. Instead it directed all its malace into its stare giving its eyes an even brighter glow. It growled low as Gladius walked off and continued to follow him, taking care to stick to the shadows.

as galdius walked through the woods just outside of the city he stumbled upon a dead crow it looked like it had been shred apart by two claws, "familiar to a werewolfs claw. he looked round to see if he was close nothing there only the noise of faint birds whistleing. "he's close". Galdius pulled out his sword just so if he was ambushed he would be ready.

June giggled. "Everyone needs someone to talk to, and you know how mortals respond to talk about our jobs."

"What happened to the days as the sullen shadows that hunted the night?" Azrael asked nostalgically. He glanced back at the girl. "I think I landed an interesting one..."

"Well, familiar, I need directions and information. I think I had the wrong coordinates."

"I can help, Master Cain," Momo continued. "Please, tell me where you were going..."

Again, Momo intercepted the intruding Death God as Azrael continued the conversation.


"Ah, he's a lucky one," Azrael said. There was a tone in his voice that let anyone who heard know he was insincsere.

"T-thanks," David's girlfriend said, unsettled. "Well, I gotta buy it before someone else does...see ya," she said, hurrying to get inside.

Azrael turned away, and was immediately invisible to mortals again.

"It seems to be a consensus among us Death Gods to congregate, doesn't it?" he asked the assemblage.

"Some of us can't be seen, and some of us just want more challenging company. Some of these people, so easy to con. Just had my first catch of the day. Some unlucky geezer got hit by a car."
"What happened to the days as the sullen shadows that hunted the night?"
"Streetlights really screwed the ol' Shade deal, eh?"

"Some of us can't be seen, and some of us just want more challenging company. Some of these people, so easy to con. Just had my first catch of the day. Some unlucky geezer got hit by a car."

"Streetlights really screwed the ol' Shade deal, eh?"
"Hrm...I meant that us Shinigami used to take more pride in our work..." Azrael countered.

When you've been doing what you do since the dawn of time, you get a little bore Getag said sadly and hitting his head against the wall of the shop for something to do.
I mean, lets face it. Wheres the fun if they can't even fight back, just a little bit...

As Galduis made his way back to the city to meet the other folk he stumbled upon a werewolf smashing its head against a shop wall like he was forced to. so galdius ran over to help but suddenly the werewolf was realesed from his torture and pounced on galduis. as galdius tryed to break free. the werewolf spoke and whispered "save me take me away from the unknown one please help me".

the werewolf was forcefully dragged back and slammed to the ground and choking for his life, he shouted "HELP ME PLEASE GET HIM OFF ME AAAAHHH" galdius just ran and hurled himself over the werewolf and throwing his sword around in mid-air and felt the impact of a being but nothing there. but it seemed to work and what ever was there has gone, galduis turned to the werewolf and said are you ok. but it was all a mistake, the werewolf had ambushed galdius and wrestled galdius to the ground "now that i have got you, MASTER i have pinned him to the ground you can show yourself. as the invisible being shown himself slowly galdius was shocked on how he was tricked into saving the wild beast and started losing control of his emotions and rampaged out of the werewolfs grip, lunging at the skeleton figure he pinned him down "why, why are you here and why are you trying to kll me" the skeleton replied "WHAT, who said we were going to kill you i am only merely trying to get your attention" galdius " excuse me what well whats with the following and the ambush" skeleton "no, no, no, i need your help i want you to join me and the wolf on our little quest". "ok? what is it" said galdius in a questionable way

ooc: *Sigh* no conner. 1stly, the wolf is my charicter so you can't dictate what happens to it. 2ndly, you can't see my shinigami/ reaper/ 'Death-god', and, like the werewolf, can't dictate what he does. 3rdly he doesn't know about any of the shinigami/ reaper/ 'death-gods' 4thly I state in the OOC that my shinigam/ reaper/ 'death-god' kills with a single touch. His actions in the thread go into further detail and we know that he can't controle the 'death touch'

Please tell me I haven't got this mixed up and you dont mean your shinigami/ reaper/ 'death-god' and familiar who are exactly the same as mine...

OOC: ok sorry scrap that post then

OOC: use the delete option from the edit function

Ziyoshiyua walked inside the shop.
"Hey everybody. It seems I mistook you for someone else. My name is Ziyoshiyua Ashida, you are?" he gestured at the crowd.

"I was going to Latitude 104, Longitute 60."

When you've been doing what you do since the dawn of time, you get a little bore Getag said sadly and hitting his head against the wall of the shop for something to do.
I mean, lets face it. Wheres the fun if they can't even fight back, just a little bit...
ooc: are the italics spoken?

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"Well, it is our job," Azrael sighed. "Me and Momo are going to track down our target...anyone who wants to come is welcome..." he looked around the group, "Lively up; you all look like Death." he smiled, walking off.

"I was going to Latitude 104, Longitute 60."
"You are really off, Master," Momo told him, pointing out their own location on the map and pointing to the right directions. He saw his own Master walking off, "Erm...do you got it, sir?"

Somewhere in Osias City

There was an odd sound in the middle of the day, a fog horn. It sounded at first quietly and then became louder, as though the whole city were a ship moving through the fog towards danger. Then the sound fadded again.

Out of an allyway and into the street a lone figure walked. It was though Hollywood had dropped 'bearded old sea captain' on the residents of the city. The only odd thing was he carried a cane rather than a pipe.

Charon turned and walked quietly down the street, one arm behind his back as the other propelled the cane like a gentleman taking a walk. He seemed not to notice most of the people on the sidewalk with him, and most of them turned away from the deep, penetrating gaze.

At a corner, Charon paused and pulled a small book from his coat pocket and considered it for a moment. He then closed the book and turned, it had been centuries since he had needed to track down a living soul.

Markus continued to watch as the couple fought but was disappointed when the man walked out. Willing himself to the room, he quickly reaped her, the teleported into the hallway. He saw that the man was leaning against the wall with a look of anger on his face. Going invisible, Markus leant towards him and whispered in his eye:"Are you really going to let that bitch push you around?"
"HUH?! whos there?"said the man, looking around in shock.
"I'm always here. Now go in there and beat that bitch. but make it symbolic: Use your guitar. Smash it over her head," whispered Markus, a look of delight in his eyes.
"O...Ok,"said the man, walking back in, grabbing his guitar and walked into the kitchen, where the girl was.
"Danny? Whats the-"the rest was cut off when the guitar hit the back of her skull, killing her.
"Oh god...oh god.."said the man, staring at her lifeless body.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! I didn't you would do it!'said Markus, delighting in others suffering."Now be a good boy and kill yourself."
The man didn't say anything, just looked at the dead women on the floor, then threw himself out the window, hitting the pavement below.
"Now, Eddie. wheres that file,'said Markus, watching the body.
"MEOW!" moewed Eddie, popping his head out of a pocket in Markus's trench coat with file in paws and mouth.
"Thanks little guy,"said Markus, satching Eddies head and reading the file."Lets see...religion: Christen. Great, now i have to see that prick St. Pete. oh! Took long enough" said Markus, looking at the ghostly version of the women.
"Huh? where am...I'm dead, arn't i?"said the women, scared out of her wits.
"Don't worry. You get an afterlife. better then what i got,"said Markus, offering a hand."Come on, time to go to the Pearly Gates."
"o..Ok," said the women, taking his hand.
"Hold on,"said Markus, taking her towards the light.

ooc: we're supposed to reap them, not egg them on to kill others, but, oh well...

ic:

"Something's...not right," Azrael stopped in midstride. Momo nearly bowled him over. He glanced back down an alleyway. "I wonder," he said, stepping towards it. Scanning the alley, he noticed Markus guiding a woman's soul.

OOC: edited so that Markus reaped her THEN set up her death.

A "Meow!" from Eddie alerted Markus to the persence of Azrael. Sighing, he said:"Keep going towards the light. It won't hurt. Trust me. I'll be there in a minute."
"o...OK,"said the women, continuing to walk towards it.
Walking over to Azrael, he said:"What is it?"

OOC: edited so that Markus reaped her THEN set up her death.

A "Meow!" from Eddie alerted Markus to the persence of Azrael. Sighing, he said:"Keep going towards the light. It won't hurt. Trust me. I'll be there in a minute."
"o...OK,"said the women, continuing to walk towards it.
Walking over to Azrael, he said:"What is it?"
"Just...I don't remember her on the list," Azrael said, "Considering this is my area...I just thought I'd see what was happening."

"Oh. Well, she was on mine,"said Markus, showing him the file."Why do i get all the Christens? i swear someone is screwing with me..."

"Oh. Well, she was on mine,"said Markus, showing him the file."Why do i get all the Christens? i swear someone is screwing with me..."

June appeared from behind Azrael. "Hey, at least you get people with a normal religion. I get all those Free Priesthood fruitcakes. Do you think there's a way to figure out who's teasing us?"

ooc: are the italics spoken?

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"Well, it is our job," Azrael sighed. "Me and Momo are going to track down our target...anyone who wants to come is welcome..." he looked around the group, "Lively up; you all look like Death." he smiled, walking off.

Sheo pulled at his lapels.
"What? Don't I look snappy?" He clicked his fingers for added impact. "I need a hat though. So difficult to find a good hat nowadays. When your dead anyway."

"Why do i get all the Christens? i swear someone is screwing with me..."
"Hey, at least you get people with a normal religion. I get all those Free Priesthood fruitcakes. Do you think there's a way to figure out who's teasing us?"
"I got the Kalists. Those guys should have died out with Quetzalcoatl. Human sacrifice in this day and age." He thought for a moment. "As for who's screwing with us... I'd say it was a good bet that it's whoever woke you up after you went to permasleep."

ooc: yep, the italics are speech, sorry if i counfused you
IC: You want a hat? Here Getag clicked his fingers and a flower the size of a dustbin lid apeared on Sheos head and, for the first time in a century he was actualy happy.

You have the Kalists? Ouch! I have spiritualists. If they aren't singing the praises of Y'noh thier off killing people for thier inquisition...

"Odd, I've never had that problem," Azrael mentions. "I get assigned who I get assigned...actually, I don't really pay attention to what religion they are; it's all the same destination, really..."

Charon stopped for a moment and picked a small compass from his pocket and studied it for a moment. He turned from his original goal and turned up a side street, focused more on the Compass than anything else.

"I HATE Christens. I can't stand that St. Pete guy. He gives me the creeps,"said Markus, looking at Azrael with a somewhat envious look on his face.

We all have our lot in life my friend, or in our case, unlife/ death. Like it or not, your stuck with it

"I HATE Christens. I can't stand that St. Pete guy. He gives me the creeps,"said Markus, looking at Azrael with a somewhat envious look on his face.
"He was God's rock; the foundation of His Church and proxy on earth," Azrael countered, letting a bit of his Templar past out.

And, if you bother to watch some of the mortal television, suposedly a rabbit
OOC>: couldn't resist the southpark mention, sorry XP

"He was God's rock; the foundation of His Church and proxy on earth," Azrael countered, letting a bit of his Templar past out.

"That dosn't stop him from being a pompous prick,"said Markus."by the way, where do you did wings? Cause i want them."

I was given them by Deces. Unlike most of you I was made, not killed. Its why you get to see my beautiful jawbone, eye sockets and thin-to-the-point-of-bone hands. Theres something decidedly wierd about his tastes, s'all I'm saying

"That dosn't stop him from being a pompous prick,"said Markus."by the way, where do you did wings? Cause i want them."
"Asrael* gave me mine," Azrael said.


*Alternate spelling of 'Azrael.' For those not in the know, Azrael is the Angel of Death.

Charon turned the corner and noticed the group of reapers standing around.
He pondered why there was a group of reapers apparently jaw boning, but it would explain why his soul compass was acting up. He turned for a moment and then stopped over hearing part of the conversation.

<Referring to Peter of Bethsaida as your genitalia would not elevate one in the eyes of the Host who would grant you such favors.> The deep, cold blue eyes fixed all of the group. <Of course you could ask a Valkyrie, but I doubt you would wish to pay the price, a thousand years as one of their steeds would pass slowly.>

"Well, as much as I'd love to chat, I've got an appointment to keep," Azrael said, disappearing in a flurry of black feathers. There was a low growl and Momo soon followed.