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[angsty-death.livejournal.com]

Date: October 21, 1999- 12:01 am
Status: Public
Setting: The lobby
Summary: Death is feeling rather mopey.



He had left his realm incognito, so he had to materialize himself some normal looking clothes- not that it mattered. A seven foot skeleton riding a horse in a black cowl or slacks and a baseball cap both stood out a considerable amount, but most people did not believe in an anamorphic personification of Death, so they didn't see him.
It was truly remarkable what people could avoid seeing if they didn't want to see it.

It had just been a normal day on the job- a few of the regulars, a war in the Middle East, several unfortunate squirrels, nothing out of the ordinary.

But when he went home to his realm, he began thinking, which, as Albert would say, was never a good idea for Death. Thinking led to emotion, emotion led to depression, and depression usually led to fluctuations from the line of duty.

He thought that he had gotton over his problems; duty was always number one, of course.

And yet...

Could he do it? Could he really do it when the time came for Susan?

Death decieded that this line was not one that wanted to pursure.

He was a couple of millenia due for a vacation, anyhow, Death tried to tell himself as he paced the skull littered room of endless shadows.

Just for a little while, just for enough time to forget about something, anything.

Besides, being Death, he knew what was going to be happening and where it was happening, if not all the exact specifics. Hopefully it wouldn't be like that entire fiasco the last time. Now that was just embarrasing.

Calling Binky and making sure to arrive after midnight- (it wouldn't do to start posturing all over the place) Death rode into the lobby, his cold blue eyes glancing about.

(OC: This'll probably make little to no sense for those that haven't read Discworld.)

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[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam woke up suddenly at about a quarter after midnight with all the hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up and a feeling in his mouth like he'd just chewed tin foil. He recognized this feeling. He'd had it once before. Throwing on some clothes, he raced to the lobby.

Sliding along the floor in his socks, Adam ground to a halt in front of Death, bent over and out of breath. His eyes narrowed as he peered up into the tiny blue lights in Death's eye sockets.

"Everyone here is under my protection and you can't take 'em," he said simply.

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Death's undiscernable eyes bored down into Adam's, only the boy's heavy breathing breaking the tense silence.

I AM NOT HERE FOR ANY OF YOUR... FRIENDS, he said simply, dismounting Binky. His position and self awareness made him add, AT LEAST, NOT YET.

He felt that it would be tactless* to mention that even Adam, like Death himself, could not extend life, only give immortality. But Death felt no desire for quarrel at the present time.

I AM HERE TO... OBSERVE, said Death, trying to quashing the little voice that told him observing was not the only reason he had taken a leave of his home.

*He had learned not to be tactless after that incident with Mrs. Flitworth. It had actually been slightly painful.

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Squinting up at the much taller being, Adam subjected him to a moment of intense scrutiny while he verified the truth of this.

Satisfied, he said, "Oh. Okay then. Well, welcome to Tadfield. I'm sure there's an extra room for you here. And a stable for him.* What's his name? Can I pet him?"

*There actually hadn't been but there was one now.

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ER. I SUPPOSE, said Death. After all, Susan always enjoyed playing with Binky. Then Mort and Ysabell had to go and introduce her to 'logic' and all that other rubbish.

THIS IS BINKY, he added. He felt the slight shifting of reality as the manor was, once more, subjected to change.

As long as no one had to be taken, thought Death, everything should go well. He might even have... fun, or at least something remotely resembling it.

THANK YOU FOR ACCOMODATING ME, he said, remembering what Susan told him* about observing the niceties.

*after his sad attempts at small talk had been met with sighs of annoyance.

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"Hallo, Binky," said Adam, petting the nose of the noble white steed. "You're a nice horse, aren't you?"

He turned back to Death, his head cocked to one side. "You're welcome," he said politely. "It must be kinda weird for you to be in a place with so many immortals... Is it upsettin' or does it feel more like a vacation?"

Then another thought seemed to strike him. "And what would you like me to call you? People prob'ly wouldn't like to know that Death's walkin' around. No offense meant."

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A place with so many immortals... it had been a while since Death had been anywhere with a lot of anyones at all. Living in a realm of darkness where eternity ends wasn't the best place for social interaction. The Death of Rats wasn't exactly the best company.

IT'S... DIFFERENT, he said truthfully.
WHAT ABOUT YOU? HAVING ALL THIS POWER. IT MUST CATCH UP AT TIMES, said Death.

Despite the parallels in their abilities, Death couldn't understand what it was like to be the Adam. Death was humanity's shadow, without him, it could not continue. Adam had no purpose beyond bringing humanity's destruction, and now he was attempting to change his fate.

ER. I SUPPOSE YOU CAN CALL ME BILL DOOR, said Death, who was of very limited imagination capabilities.

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Adam looked thoughtful, ignoring with practiced ease the momentary urge to destroy the world that the reminder of his powers gave him.

"Yeah, I guess it does sometimes. But you just gotta do your best and see what happens. We all do our jobs, right?"

He patted Binky again and grinned, partially at the name the being supplied and partially at the idea that struck him.

"All right, Bill Door. I can introduce you around if you like. Or you're welcome to come to the costume party I'm havin' in ten days. Everyone will be there. Come in a costume and I'll have an old friend go with you. Sound good?"

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A TOUR WOULD BE INFORMATIVE, said Death, thinking it would be impolite to refuse a tour no matter who you were or what you already knew.

Everyone will be there indeed... Death could think of a few reasons why a number of snotty, high ranking immortals would attend a Halloween party, and most of them did not involve consent.

But after all, he did say he was here to observe.

A COSTUME PARTY? WITH THIS LOT? IT PROMISES TO MOST... INTERESTING.

He had no idea what he was going to wear, but a trip to the local Duct Tape store should solve that. Albert said that they always had the best designs.

He was not the least bit surprised at Adam's vague and slightly foreboding answer. But nothing else could be expected considering their... previous relationship.

I EXPECT YOU'LL WANT TO GET BACK TO SLEEP? asked Death. Among other things, Death always pitied the nned for humans to waste a good deal of their already short lives on such a pointless activity.

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Yawning, Adam nodded sleepily.

"Yes, I should go back to bed. There's a lovely stable for Binky out on the grounds and if you can find the Metatron, he'll give you your room assignment. I'll be glad to show you around another time, Bill."

With a wink, he headed back upstairs.