Action; Open as Heck

[nojusticeonlyme]

Who: Death and You!
Where: Attleton
When: February 11
What: Just some free interaction; knock yourself out!
Warnings: (will be added in the unlikely even that they're needed)

[Valentine's Day is just around the corner, and appropriate decorations are already gracing some of the storefronts in Attleton. It's all very cute and heartwarming, at least until you run into a very odd stranger.

To the non-magic, or non-cat, observer this stranger may appear... vague. Definitely very tall and extremely thin, and definitely wearing very dark clothes, but it may be difficult to recall any details about what he actually looked or sounded like later.

For magic users, cats, and people who happen to be present when the general atmosphere of Genessia cancels out his usual ability to hide in a blind spot in the senses, it's very obvious this stranger is Death in the, er... flesh. Complete with scythe resting against his shoulder, sword on his belt, and cloak made of pure woven darkness, no less!

Regardless of how he's perceived, Death takes no notice of passerby as he contemplates a rose bush in full bloom.]

Comments

[liorafae]

[While Liora mostly resided in Fayren, she did like to visit the other cities from time to time. She would have to say that Attleton is her second favorite city in Genessia. So today would be a day for another routine visit. Nothing major, just crawling or flying around the city.]

[While Liora wasn't familiar with the universal physical manifestation of Death, she did know pure darkness when she felt it. She could feel the darkness emanating from this being clear as day as she spotted him just ahead of her. She didn't want to assume anything without some sort of interaction first.]

Y...You...

[Unfortunately, that's all she could come up with at the moment...]

[nojusticeonlyme]

[Hearing someone address him, Death looks away from the rose bush to see... well. Huh. He hasn’t seen a proper dragon in some time.]

YES?

[As fascinating as seeing an active dragon is, he keeps his distance. In his experience, dragons had a worrying tendency to respond to perceived threats by viciously, violently, and fatally exploding at them.]

[liorafae]

[Well, when Liora had "exploded" at someone, it was purely an accident. But to be fair, she really was threatened at the time.]

What...are you? You're not...human...are you?

[nojusticeonlyme]

NO. I AM AN ANTHROPOMORPHIC PERSONIFICATION OF DEATH.

[He bows politely.]

AND YOU ARE...?

[liorafae]

An "anthro...morphic"...personification of Death?

[That was a mouthful...]

What does that mean?

[She wonders if he's here to kill everyone, or spread death and destruction everywhere, but even if she asked, would he admit it? Instead, she returns the bow by lowering her head.]

Ah...I'm Liora...a Fae dragon from Sornieth.

[moviemagic]

[Krista was a magical girl, she never really was known for that ability as she never really used it all that often. Only twice in the year, she had been here at least. But in this world, she was just known as Krista the up and coming star of the movie scene.

But today was not a day of filming, more it had just wrapped up and had gone into post-production. So the young woman didn't know what she was going to do, or see really. What her plans were for during the time between this and whatever film she decided to audition for next. But it did give her time to at least look around and explore.

At least enough to notice the guy she thought was clearly standing out.]

Nice outfit. A lot of people must love the dark look. [It was hard to tell if she was saying that seriously or not.]

[nojusticeonlyme]

[He looks at her, fixing her with dark eye sockets that contain only tiny pinpricks of blue light.]

THANK YOU. I WOULD SAY IT’S TAILOR-MADE, BUT THERE PROBABLY AREN’T ANY TAILORS WHO COULD WORK WITH THIS MATERIAL.

[moviemagic]

[For most people this would be a terrifying thing and deep down it probably was for the young woman, but she was always good at putting on a front and this happened to be one of those times.]

Maybe, so I would assume it was made by yours truly?

[nojusticeonlyme]

NO. IT WAS CREATED BY THE COLLECTIVE BELIEF OF THE VARIOUS SENTIENT SPECIES OF MY WORLD WHEN THEY GAVE ME MY CURRENT FORM. I DO QUITE LIKE IT; IT’S VERY COMFORTABLE AND KEEPS THE WET OUT WHILE I’M WORKING.

[moviemagic]

So it's a religious thing?

[Just checking.]

I mean cool way of getting clothes, I must admit though. Different.

[wonderland_vogue]

[Being bored normally led to Lydia wandering around the other cities to see what differences there were to be had. Attleton just seemed boring to her, but then again most of the cities were other than Everglade as far as she was concerned. Today she was merely wearing a long white dresses with silver accents and a silver velvet cloak with light purple inner lining.

It's not until she notices a somewhat familiar visage that she stops dead in her tracks, bristling and not sure whether to flee or interact here. She wasn't afraid of death, she'd died twice, technically. But there's something visceral about the scythe that bothers her more than she can say.

Given Death's... way of things, it's probably super easy for him to see past her illusion to the black robed skeleton with bright red eyes instead of the high elf illusion she played with. Nor is she doing a great job at hiding the fact liches are nothing but pure magic. Oops.]

[nojusticeonlyme]

[He doesn’t notice her at first, but it does eventually dawn on him that he’s being watched. He looks up, in the wrong direction first, but when he does spot her he can’t help reflecting on just how eclectic this new world was turning out to be.

Liches did exist in his world, of course, but it’d been some time since even he’d come across one. Necromancy was a dying art, after all.]

ER...

[Admittedly, he’d always found speaking to the undead somewhat awkward. They were in a unique position to critique his job performance. At least she wasn’t one of his “clients.”]

CAN I HELP YOU?

[wonderland_vogue]

[At least there's that, yes, this is absolutely not the Grim Reaper she knows and the person running the Astral Plane was the Raven Queen, but this is still extremely awkward and she's not a fan of skeletons with scythes. For obvious reasons.

Though when she's spoken to she jolts out of her stupor, oh.]

Uh. Well.

Can't say I expected a Reaper to be here.

[nojusticeonlyme]

THERE SEEM TO BE MANY UNEXPECTED THINGS HERE.

[This coming from someone whose domain is so saturated in magic that it slows down sunlight and causes spontaneous fish storms in landlocked areas.]

I’M NOT HERE FOR YOU, NOR ANYONE ELSE, IF YOU’RE WONDERING

[That should clear up some of the awkwardness in the situation, right?]

[wonderland_vogue]

[A little bit, it's not like she hasn't dealt with death more than once in her years, but that's just details. But she does seem to relax a little, seeming a little more chatty than previously.]

I figured as much, given you don't seem to have the feel of the Raven Queen around you and as far as I'm aware, she only has one Reaper, anyway. [She shrugs briefly, leaning against a nearby wall with a small grin.]

Evidently dying isn't much of a thing here, you just come back, so the whole... cycle is more disrupted than it has any right to be.

[notquitedracula]

[It's hard to mistake the presence of a personification of Death when you've got the soul of one inside of you, or when your previous incarnation was bros with one for something like ten centuries. Death may find it odd that a person who is in very few ways still human is standing off a little ways, one hand on the hilt of a sword, the other twitching as the fight-or-flight instinct wars within him.

Luckily for Soma, this keeps him from attacking outright. Even from here, he can sense this Death is on a whole different level from the one he knew. The question, then, is this: Does this one want to kill him?]

[nojusticeonlyme]

[It takes a moment, but Death eventually comes to the conclusion that the roses aren’t going to yield any new information any time soon. Deciding to search for the answer to the mystery that is Valentine’s Day, he turns his attention away from the bush and finds someone staring at him.

Judging by the way they seem ready to fight, they can actually see him.

His eyelights flick down to the sword at Soma’s side.]

THAT WOULD BE VERY UNWISE. AND VERY UNKIND, ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING THAT WE HAVEN’T EVEN INTRODUCED OURSELVES.

[notquitedracula]

[Okay, talking. Talking is good. ...Or, well, one side talking, the other imposing their words on reality. Functionally the same, right? He lowers his hand from the sword hilt, at least.]

Sorry. The last personification I met... didn't like me very much. Kind of tried to kill me. I hope you can understand why I might be a bit wary, all things considered; I meant no disrespect.

[nojusticeonlyme]

HOW UNFORTUNATE. I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT I AM NO THREAT TO YOU, HOWEVER. EVEN IF I WERE YOUR DEATH, I AM ON VACATION.

[And like hell is he ushering even a single soul into the next life while he's trying to relax and unwind.]

[mother_of_monsters]

Dray happens to be very much feline-like, with his big ears, the tail and his whole body covered in fur. By now, he had learned that not all creatures who had skull heads and mask are Kreet warlocks, like in his world, and is trying not to get startled when he spots them.

Still, it's fairly spooky to see a very tall skeleton wielding a scythe that looks so sharp it could cut someone in half even before touching them. It makes Dray stop in his tracks, hold his white kitten Luka closer to his chest in a way that makes the small cat mewl out loud.

[nojusticeonlyme]

[The cat's cry immediately catches his attention, and he immediately abandons the flowers to save the little kitten from whatever predicament it's in. His valiant feline rescue is cut short, however, when he sees the... uh... person holding said cat.

Well. That's a bit of a surprise, but one that quickly wears off as Death's attention turns back to the actual cat.]

IS HE... SHE?... YOURS?

[mother_of_monsters]

Yes! [Dray takes a step back, holding the cat defensive against his chest as if he's worried that Death might try to take Luka from him. They might not be blood-related but regardless of that, he's pretty much Dray's baby.

The kitten mewls again, more interested than scared about the skeleton and Dray looks between the two before relaxing a little.] His name is Luka.

[nojusticeonlyme]

HELLO, LUKA!

[He reaches out to scratch the kitten behind the ears.]

[blackrosesred]

[Well. That's definitely not a ferrygirl and yet... Elements of the aura are very similiar. He reads enough to have encountered myths that fit, so the idea that elsewhere, those depictions of Death are the correct ones isn't a big leap to make.

Not something he'd entirely expected to run into when he'd decided he was curious about the 'normal' city.]

Good afternoon, sir. Do you like roses or are you simply taking an interest in the full flush of its life?

[nojusticeonlyme]

HMM?

OH. GOOD AFTERNOON. PERHAPS YOU CAN SHED SOME LIGHT ON THIS FOR ME.

[He gestures toward the roses with his free hand.]

WHY IS IT THAT CERTAIN FLOWERS FROM THE FAMILY ROSACEAE ARE CONSIDERED ROMANTIC?