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neutral_omensDate: 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.)
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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Date: 2005-11-23 12:10 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2005-11-23 03:51 am (UTC)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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Date: 2005-11-23 06:28 am (UTC)"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.