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Post by Death on Jun 17, 2008 17:21:02 GMT -5
*Death stared at him blankly (mostly due to the empty sockets).*
"You...want me to put on a suit? I mean, would it help?"
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 17, 2008 17:24:35 GMT -5
Grantaire blinked back. Was he serious?
"Its just weird not being able to read expressions due to your lack of a face. But a suit might help--I mean, just because the robe is so cliche." he smirked.
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Post by Death on Jun 17, 2008 17:30:36 GMT -5
*Death sighed heavily. Could no one accept him for himself? Well, other than Demiselle of course. When he wasn't resigned to sleeping on the couch.*
"Sure. Just a tick."
*He started to the stairs.*
"Just...stay put, ok?"
*He continued up without waiting for a response.*
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 17, 2008 17:35:07 GMT -5
"Er...right." Where would he go? The kitchen? ...did Death have a kitchen?
"You didn't say whether I could drink!" he called up after the man...or whatever, and sat waiting, looking around. It was such an ordinary house.
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Post by Death on Jun 17, 2008 17:44:26 GMT -5
*He returned shortly (not wanting to leave him unsupervised long) looking a bit more human. Ok, so looking like a skeleton in a skin suit. Or Bale in the Machinist.*
"Drink? It's a bit hard without a body. But you really don't need to anymore."
*He nudged the skin of his cheeks, trying to settle his face.*
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 17, 2008 17:51:19 GMT -5
"Speak for yourself." he muttered and looked the man over, certainly not about to say anything about his appearance--he was more than ugly himself.
"Thanks for...putting that on. It just makes it easier to interact with you, I suppose. I shouldn't have to say something like that. How long will I have to be here?"
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Post by Death on Jun 17, 2008 17:56:04 GMT -5
*Death shrugged.*
"No worries. And well...until this thing gets itself sorted. And that really depends on when the Powers get around to it in queue."
*He smiled genially.*
"But don't fret, forever is a lot shorter than it seems. And you won't have to wait nearly so long."
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 17, 2008 18:03:33 GMT -5
"What am I meant to do in the meantime?" He sat up in the chair and moved to the sofa, flopping down on it. This was so far from what he'd wanted.
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Post by Death on Jun 17, 2008 18:18:22 GMT -5
*Death thought before shrugging again.*
"Don't know. Haven't really dealt with this particular kind of case before."
*He considered the possibilities.*
"Well...what do you like to do? Besides drink."
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 17, 2008 18:22:12 GMT -5
"Nothing." He grumbled, then realized he was being ungracious.
"Sorry. Reading, chess, cards, the park...I don't know, I'm not usually not drunk. Will you be around, or do you have, you know, work to do?"
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Post by Death on Jun 18, 2008 6:07:02 GMT -5
*Death shrugged.*
"Depends. Work can keep me busy. And Demiselle for that matter."
*He was quick to clarify.*
"My wife. But the kids are around .most of the time. And Brandi..." *His voice trailed off. He hadn't seen her in a spell, but the work was still getting done, so she had to be around, right?*
"There's a housekeeper, sweet thing. Oh, and depending on the day you might return across War, Pestilence, famine or Lucy. Or her mom. It depends. So..."
*He smiled brightly.*
"There should be plenty of people...um, conversation."
*He shifted awkwardly. It'd been a while since he'd entertained anyone that didn't know him.*
"Oh! And I like to play chess. Too, that is."
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 18, 2008 9:17:31 GMT -5
Grantaire rubbed the back of his head. Death had a wife and kids?
"Great. I think I'd just like to sleep or something..."
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Post by Death on Jun 18, 2008 9:45:19 GMT -5
"Um...sure."
*Death thought things through, trying to sort out who was supposed to be in what room.*
"Yeah, just....this way."
*He gestured for the man to follow, starting towards the stairs again.*
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Post by Grantaire on Jun 18, 2008 9:50:23 GMT -5
"Thanks." he muttered, feeling more and more despondent. This was definitely not what he had wanted. Since Death had implied he didn't need to eat or drink, he figured he could just keep to himself until whatever was happening was sorted out, and then he could finally go...wherever, Heaven? Hell? Purgatory? and see his friends, or do whatever happened when one was properly dead.
He followed the thin fellow up the stairs.
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Post by Death on Jun 18, 2008 9:57:34 GMT -5
*Death led the man up and to the servant's quarters. Brandi certainly wasn't using it at the time.*
((Meet you there.))
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