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Post by Death on Aug 3, 2008 20:25:25 GMT -5
*Well, it was Brandi's day off. She'd seem to be taking more time recently. Apparently she was babysitting. Or...something. He wasn't clear on the details. But Death had existed a long time without a housekeeper and he could manage without one now. Unfortunately, the batch of chocolate chip cookies in the oven were not managing so well. A faint haze filled the kitchen as he carefully withdrew them, cursing mildly.*
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Post by Tsuzuki on Aug 3, 2008 20:29:06 GMT -5
There was a hesitant knocking at the front door, as if the person behind it wanted to knock but at the same time wasn't sure they should do so.
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Post by Death on Aug 3, 2008 20:32:06 GMT -5
*Wasn't that just his luck? Death sighed, putting the tray aside. He hurried to the door, still donning his KISS KILL THE COOK apron and familiar bunny slippers (discretely tucked under his long robes). He cracked open the door, hesitant about who might be visiting.*
"Yes?"
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Post by Tsuzuki on Aug 3, 2008 20:50:10 GMT -5
A man stood outside the door, with brown hair, purple eyes, and a hopeful smile. "Hi," he said. "My name is Tsuzuki. Are you...is this Death's house? I brought a cake..."
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Post by Susan on Aug 3, 2008 20:53:19 GMT -5
*Susan (who'd stopped by for a chat earlier) looked to see who the new arrival was.*
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Post by Death on Aug 3, 2008 20:56:42 GMT -5
*Death brightened a bit, opening the door more to let him in. It had been a long time since someone wasn't sure who he was, on account of the skull.*
"Of course, Tsuzuki. Please come in. I'm afraid...well, I was in the middle of making some cookies. Would you like me to take that?"
*He offered to take the cake.*
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Post by Tsuzuki on Aug 3, 2008 21:02:52 GMT -5
"Ah! Yes! It's for you, anyways..." Tsuzuki handed it over. He'd heard about this Death- apparently here in Paris it wasn't like Japan. This Death didn't work for a Ministry of any sort, not as far as Tsuzuki could tell. He'd never really thought about how souls separated from the body; someone had to do it, he supposed. Tsuzuki was only ever called in when something went wrong. It made sense that someone had to go before him to make sure it went right.
"It's angel food cake. I was going to make apple pie but I didn't think it would keep as long and this was an old recipe of my sister's- I hope you like it. I didn't really have any real reason in coming here, I just- well. I'm a Shinigami, a guardian of death, from Japan, so I thought I'd pay my respects."
He noticed Susan peering out from somewhere behind Death. He gave her a nod of his head and a smile.
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Post by Death on Aug 4, 2008 6:39:27 GMT -5
I have guardians? When did that happen?
*Death looked a little confused but smiled as he took the cake and stepped aside to let the man--Shinigami--inside.*
"Um, well...come in and I can make us some tea." *He glanced to the other in the room.*
"That's Susan. If you two will give me half a tick, I'll be right back."
*He started off towards the kitchen.*
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Post by War on Aug 5, 2008 18:53:53 GMT -5
*War sat in the kitchen running his hand over his freshly shaved head. The sink had several empty beer bottles and what was either the pelt of a small, probably very mean woodland creature or the horseman's shorn hair. As Death came down the hall War poured three fingers of bourbon into a glass.*
"Skinny... we need to talk."
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Post by Death on Aug 5, 2008 19:33:11 GMT -5
*Death looked at War, a tilt of confusion to his head.*
"Now? I have guests."
*He set the cake on the table in the dining nook.*
"See? And they brought cake."
*Only then did he notice the sink.*
"Hell...why did you do that in the kitchen? Demiselle's gonna bleach my bones for that..."
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Post by War on Aug 5, 2008 19:38:03 GMT -5
"Because this is where I was."
*War shrugged and dusted a stray clump of hair from his shoulder.*
"Something very odd is going on with your housekeeper. And I wanted to know if you knew anything."
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Post by Death on Aug 5, 2008 19:44:04 GMT -5
"Brandi?" *Death queried as if he spontaneously staffed a crew of a dozen and he wasn't so sure.*
"I've never had any problems with her. She seems helpful, loyal, and well..."
*He sighed.*
"She's never made a fuss about who we are. Not even..." *He glanced to the ceiling.* "...the kids. Not even Virginia was that understanding."
*He moved to attempt to clean the hair from the sink into the trash can. He was at least mildly successful, but it was damp and clung to his bony fingers. He glanced to War.*
"What's the problem?"
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Post by War on Aug 5, 2008 19:50:19 GMT -5
"Well for one she's not human.... well... not really human. And not that that's the problem... cause I like not really humans. A lot. Monkeys just tend to piss me off."
*War rambled. He hated when he did that but he couldn't stop himself.*
"Something is up between her and Hedonism."
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Post by Death on Aug 5, 2008 19:57:14 GMT -5
*Death paused in the middle of trying to free himself of hair.*
"Like...up up?" *He questioned suggestively. It wasn't his fault that Hedonism wouldn't give him the time of day. She insisted that by the time he got there, things weren't fun anymore. So she'd always kinda been a mystery to him. A really curvy one. Mmmm....*
"Odd, I didn't figure her for the type, but I've heard that Hedonism can be quite insistent."
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Post by War on Aug 5, 2008 20:02:14 GMT -5
*War raised an eyebrow as he took a drink of his glass. The amber liquor burned it's way down the back of his throat eliciting a contented sigh.*
"No... well... maybe... but that'd just add complications and it's confusing enough. Do you know anything about suethors?"
*He sat his glass down and motioned toward the bottle, offering Death some.*
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