The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead

@dovesung-melody

Reaper doesn’t normally consider herself to be shy, but she’s always had a tough time approaching the living. They often fear her because of her duty, but she’s hoping to change that. Soon, maybe.

Which is to say she’s giving that a try now. “Pardon,” she begins, tone as quiet as telepathic communication can be, hoping not to startle poor Dove with her presence. “You are the pacifist, yes?”

#((reapers a lil stupid but shes tryin))#dovesung-melody (dove)

Reaper isn’t sure what Dove means by that, so she’s uncertain on whether or not she should be concerned. People like her? What, that are shy, or that are otherworldly beings that guide the souls of the dead?

How puzzling.

Nevertheless she does as Dove prompted. “It is nice here... I’m not used to the comforts of the material world but judging by what knowledge I do have I can say that you have a lovely home. Er, assuming, this is your home... since you were gardening outside...”

@andal-brasket

This is a face Reaper has seen before, many times. Due to her nature and ability to be in literally thousands of places at the same time, she can be upon the scene of every death.

With Guardians such as this man, her presence usually isn’t needed. Especially when the one she’s looking at now is alive and breathing. She hasn’t hidden herself from him, this time, though, instead she stares.

“How is your return to the world of the living treating you?”

andal-brasket

“Exactly and Folklore’s doin-“ Is all Andal manages to say before said ghost appears to cut him off.

“I’m doing swell! Thanks for askinzzz-ing!” Besides his glitching mid-sentence he does indeed seam to be doing well. Granted that’s not a hard thing to improve on since they were both dead not that long ago but still.

“That’s good.” Reaper would smile if she could. “I worry most about those that have died, then return to life. Not that it would be anything you aren’t used to, but for most it tends to be quite shaking. And I am, unfortunately, a creature of habit.”

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@andal-brasket

This is a face Reaper has seen before, many times. Due to her nature and ability to be in literally thousands of places at the same time, she can be upon the scene of every death.

With Guardians such as this man, her presence usually isn’t needed. Especially when the one she’s looking at now is alive and breathing. She hasn’t hidden herself from him, this time, though, instead she stares.

“How is your return to the world of the living treating you?”

andal-brasket

“Makes sense.” Andal looks back at her not seaming at all phased by her lifeless stare. He smiles.

“I don’t doubt it. Lotsah people bite the dust everyday sadly..” He trails off for a moment. “Hhmm? Oh! I’d like to think I am. We’re still recovering but after that- Ah! It’ll be grand! Not that it isn’t now. Just.. ya know get a tad stir crazy being stuck in one place for too long.”

“I see.” She can’t say she understands, being so busy she doesn’t really get stir crazy. Yet she never grows tired, either... but she would chalk that up to being the actual grim reaper. Something greater than human, but lesser than a god. A line tread between the two.

“Best to enjoy the second chance while you have it... your little friend that restores you, how is he? Better, as well, I would assume?”

@dovesung-melody

Reaper doesn’t normally consider herself to be shy, but she’s always had a tough time approaching the living. They often fear her because of her duty, but she’s hoping to change that. Soon, maybe.

Which is to say she’s giving that a try now. “Pardon,” she begins, tone as quiet as telepathic communication can be, hoping not to startle poor Dove with her presence. “You are the pacifist, yes?”

Dove was minding her own business, tending to her little garden when Reaper approached and spoke to her. She turned to look who spoke, momentarily startled. "Most call me Dove, but I'm a pacifist, yes. Can I help you?" She was unphased by the sight of reaper.

“I apologize, I often have an easier time with traits than names.” With her monotone and lack of ability to facially express, it’s hard for most to tell, but she’s embarrassed. “I wanted to see how you were doing. I’m... trying to make friends.”

"Oh! Well I'm doing quite well." She stands up and dusts herself off. "You've certainly come to the right person if you're looking for a friend." She walks over to Reaper. "How are you doing?"

Dove approaches, and Reaper’s war scythe disappears from her hand, as she realizes she may not want to go around amongst the living wielding the weapon that she uses to hunt those that would willingly attempt to escape their fate.

“I’m doing well, too... despite my issues understanding human socialization, and my ever-full schedule.” She answers. “I’m glad my presence doesn’t seem to off-put you... most flee at the sight of me.”

#dovesung-melody #ftf

@andal-brasket

This is a face Reaper has seen before, many times. Due to her nature and ability to be in literally thousands of places at the same time, she can be upon the scene of every death.

With Guardians such as this man, her presence usually isn’t needed. Especially when the one she’s looking at now is alive and breathing. She hasn’t hidden herself from him, this time, though, instead she stares.

“How is your return to the world of the living treating you?”

andal-brasket

Guardians have faced death far too many times and Andal is no different. However.. He met her one too many times or at least he thought he did. Being alive again was more than a surprise but one he has gladly accepted.

“It’s been going pretty well I’d say. Still got some family around despite how long I’ve been gone which is a plus.” He pauses “How about you? Usually I can only get in a few words before you’re off somewhere else. Not that I mind, just curious.”

“I’m off somewhere else because most of the time you’re brought back within a moment.” She replies, gaze settled on Andal in a pink dead-eyed stare.

“I’m fine, myself. Literally eternally busy, the dead don’t tend to themselves, and most need help finding the afterlife. I trust you’re making the most of this new life?”

@dovesung-melody

Reaper doesn’t normally consider herself to be shy, but she’s always had a tough time approaching the living. They often fear her because of her duty, but she’s hoping to change that. Soon, maybe.

Which is to say she’s giving that a try now. “Pardon,” she begins, tone as quiet as telepathic communication can be, hoping not to startle poor Dove with her presence. “You are the pacifist, yes?”

Dove was minding her own business, tending to her little garden when Reaper approached and spoke to her. She turned to look who spoke, momentarily startled. "Most call me Dove, but I'm a pacifist, yes. Can I help you?" She was unphased by the sight of reaper.

“I apologize, I often have an easier time with traits than names.” With her monotone and lack of ability to facially express, it’s hard for most to tell, but she’s embarrassed. “I wanted to see how you were doing. I’m... trying to make friends.”

#dovesung-melody #ftf

@dovesung-melody

Reaper doesn’t normally consider herself to be shy, but she’s always had a tough time approaching the living. They often fear her because of her duty, but she’s hoping to change that. Soon, maybe.

Which is to say she’s giving that a try now. “Pardon,” she begins, tone as quiet as telepathic communication can be, hoping not to startle poor Dove with her presence. “You are the pacifist, yes?”

#dovesung-melody #ftf

@andal-brasket

This is a face Reaper has seen before, many times. Due to her nature and ability to be in literally thousands of places at the same time, she can be upon the scene of every death.

With Guardians such as this man, her presence usually isn’t needed. Especially when the one she’s looking at now is alive and breathing. She hasn’t hidden herself from him, this time, though, instead she stares.

“How is your return to the world of the living treating you?”