Ask not for whom the bell tolls. Because he has other worries right now

[murderacurry]

Who: Death and you
When: April 6th
Where: Everywhere seeing as he's sightseeing
What: The most unusual personification of death you will ever see.

You may have just been minding your own business same as always either shopping or working. But all of a sudden you hear a booming voice in your head as deep and echoing as a stone slab sliding shut in the deepest crypt in the bowels of the earth.

"WELL THIS IS TROUBLING. WE SEEM TO HAVE MANAGED TO MISPLACE OURSELVES, BINKY." The voice said however it was hard to tell if it was speaking to the person listening or to itself. Either way if one were to look around for the source they would not see anything. AT least until they would look right up overhead. Then they would see a white steed standing on thin air and on top of it rode a figure clad in a black robe with a hood.

Comments

[forever_prince]

[Laharl, who will just be lounging around a sweet shop will just open one eye and make a face.]

...The hell kind of name is Binky?

[murderacurry]

[Death will simply look down form his perfectly normal and actually quite beautiful white steed.]

A NAME LIKE ANY OTHER. BESIDES IT WAS WHAT HE LIKED FROM THE START.

[forever_prince]

...You'd think the Grim Reaper would have a more epic name for his horse.

[Shrug.]

[murderacurry]

SUCH AS?

[Not that he's going to change the horse's name now.]