You know you can't cheat Death...

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Cheating Death

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Whipcord muscles made for a quick reaction as she stood up and whipped around, putting distance between them. Brown eyes looked him up and down quickly, piecing together exactly who and what he was. “Death.”

Teeth ground together. She should have known this day would come— she’d escaped Death far too many times in her lifetime for it to continue. Rayne had never expected him to come for her himself. 

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Death simply blinked as she moved quickly, not really acknowledging her words for the moment, but she knew why he was there, the horseman figure why not enjoy the little visit to the fullest extent?

"Rayne." He responded after taking in his surroundings. The Pale Rider tapped his equally pale ring atop the cane that he had in hand, dark brooding eyes locked onto the female's face.

"You seem a bit, on edge." Death spoke, bland tone and a rather un-amused look upon his features.

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deathwalksagain replied to your post: FOLLOWERS!!

Hello darling. :3

JAMES! HI! :D Where have you been? I missed having you and Death around here! 

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I have been, places. :D I missed you too. >w<

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Awesome! I’m glad you are back dear! ^_^ Now stay! XD

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OKAY! :D

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Cheating Death

Rayne flopped onto her couch with a beer in hand. That poltergeist case left her battered and bruised, but at least she was alive. Her back protested at the sudden movement, but she ignored it. 

Putting the glass bottle down, she carefully pulled off her leather jacket. A sigh passed her lips at the pieces of glass embedded in her shoulder. “Of course.”

Getting up, she gathered everything she needed from the bathroom and then  grabbed a bowl from the kitchen. She moved the strap of her tank top and bra, and began picking the shards out.

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The room began to get chilly, darkness seemed to close in around the small building, it was like a huge cloud was passing in front of the sun. This was unusual, nothing like this had ever happened before and the fact that this was all occurring after a mission was all the more strange.

"You know, you may just be on the top of my list, Rayne." The cold dark and emotionless voice came from behind her, the face of someone far too familiar practically stone as he looked upon her.

"We might have to fix that. Won't we?"

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deathwalksagain replied to your post: FOLLOWERS!!

Hello darling. :3

JAMES! HI! :D Where have you been? I missed having you and Death around here! 

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I have been, places. :D I missed you too. >w<

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I need to get on here more often...

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Oh Leon!Mun/Jessica...

You know you belong to me. :U

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Whatever lights your candle, James.

~ The Mod

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Mine.

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Oh Leon!Mun/Jessica...

You know you belong to me. :U

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deathwalksagain has found you...

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“Humanity,” she sighed, “It’s beyond the point of pity. Nor do I.”

She paused, lips at the rim of her cup, one last sip to spare, set it back down and folded her hands, damaged things that clicked in the joints of her bones, “They’re lovely, aren’t they? Box jellies. They enjoy the currents, the warm waters. Exotic corals. Enough to admire.”

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“I find that you are slowly getting on a better side of me, ‘Ms. Wong’.” Death addressed her by her alias, considering she wouldn’t accept anything else with open arms. “I suppose so, I have never been one to take a closer look at Life’s creations.” The horseman took another sip before setting the glass down gently, and leaning back into the chair he fsound himself easily comfortable in.

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“They’ve started calling me your Advocate. Dramatic, isn’t it?”

She poured another glass for herself, “Suppose I should make nice,” she cooed, watched the little creatures float without a care in the world, “There’s beauty in some of it- it’s simply…. impossible to find.”

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"Very." Death responded, eyes only locked on the sea life she had encased so beautifully and carefully. "Impossible doesn't begin to cover it, Ms. Wong." The horseman replied, tapping the metal of his pale stoned ring along the arm of the chair he sat in.

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deathwalksagain has found you...

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“Humanity,” she sighed, “It’s beyond the point of pity. Nor do I.”

She paused, lips at the rim of her cup, one last sip to spare, set it back down and folded her hands, damaged things that clicked in the joints of her bones, “They’re lovely, aren’t they? Box jellies. They enjoy the currents, the warm waters. Exotic corals. Enough to admire.”

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"I find that you are slowly getting on a better side of me, 'Ms. Wong'." Death addressed her by her alias, considering she wouldn't accept anything else with open arms. "I suppose so, I have never been one to take a closer look at Life's creations." The horseman took another sip before setting the glass down gently, and leaning back into the chair he found himself easily comfortable in.

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The natural hazel of her eyes took back over as she settle from her panic. “I see..” She gave him a small smile. Not exactly fearing the sound of ring meeting cane this time. “I will, he deserves it. He’s my knight in shining tactical gear after all!” The brunette laughed quietly at herself. It was true though, the man was her everything. “I’ll.. just take that as a compliment. You’re not such a bad guy after all huh..”

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"I am only kind and somewhat nice to those I like." Death nodded in response, "Those who I like, happen to be the ones who can escape my Reapers with ease." The Horseman looked the girl in the eyes, and sighed a bit. "You happen to be one of those people. Be grateful for that, most others I speak to don't last long."

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“Why are you telling me this.. You’re Death aren’t you?” tears continued to roll down her cheeks. Her surprised and confused crimson gaze meeting his. “But.. I will.. He need the all the help he can get right now. I was far to busy being mad to help him..T-Thanks.. “ 

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"I am." Death mumbled, "I am telling you this because even though I don't have enough room for emotions, I can feel his soul and heart breaking slowly..." Death trailed off for but a moment, "... and I can also feel the care and love you have for him." Death raised a brow towards her, and tapped his ring onto his cane. "Take good care of him, Gunsmith," He paused, "I don't like to see people that are so good at dodging my reapers go... I think of them as the more superior human's and find it entertaining to watch."

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deathwalksagain has found you...

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“Reapers?” she asked, “… popular with the dead? Mm… Yes. That sounds right.”

Took her own glass and sipped it, flipped a switch and dimmed the lights in the room. Shutters peered open, her own private ecosystem behind a glass wall. Exotic jellies swam about, fluttering ghostly little bells.

“What do you think of it? This world as it is?”

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“I think of it as disgusting, unsettling, and faltered.” Death grimaced at the unpleasant thought of this world and how it functioned. He took a sip of the wine in return, rather pleased with the taste as it seem extremely fresh. “Your species happens to be one of my biggest problems, one part of it being that humans will destroy themselves before Lucifer and Michael even get to dance.”

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“For all it’s potential… hnm… am I still “one of the species?””

Carla sipped her wine, bathed in the glow of her creatures, deadly creatures, “Even Death dances late, is it? Pretty soon you won’t even need an Apocalypse. Between my daughter and I, well, we’ll keep you busy. At the least.”

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"If I figured you were one, I wouldn't have referred to the human race as your species, I would have referred to it as 'you'." Death locked eyes with the female, taking another sip of the wine. "I don't like dealing with Life's bratty children, so let us hope you are correct." The older sibling to Life was never fond of the angels, especially Michael only because he may have been the oldest, but he never was the favorite son anyways.

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Tears streamed freely down her cheeks as she listened. Leon not coming back wasn’t an option. She loved him more than anything. She would cut down whoever she had to to keep him safe. “Never know.. I may be able to loosely grasp the concept.. I know he’s worried. HE worried too much about us.. he needs to be selfish and worry about himself for once.. We can take care of ourselves. I want to help him…”

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"The only thing that is killing him, is himself, truthfully." Death responded to the sound of her voice mixed with few tears. "He doubts himself, he doesn't trust himself, he doesn't really know himself." Death continued, eyes locked onto the tears that trickled down her skin. "He is afraid, he isn't good enough for you." He shrugged and pressed his lips together for a brief second before responding, "If you want to help him, talk to him."

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deathwalksagain has found you...

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“Reapers?” she asked, “… popular with the dead? Mm… Yes. That sounds right.”

Took her own glass and sipped it, flipped a switch and dimmed the lights in the room. Shutters peered open, her own private ecosystem behind a glass wall. Exotic jellies swam about, fluttering ghostly little bells.

“What do you think of it? This world as it is?”

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"I think of it as disgusting, unsettling, and faltered." Death grimaced at the unpleasant thought of this world and how it functioned. He took a sip of the wine in return, rather pleased with the taste as it seem extremely fresh. "Your species happens to be one of my biggest problems, one part of it being that humans will destroy themselves before Lucifer and Michael even get to dance."

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“Ah.. well I don’t typically make holy weapons.. She just got me riled up. As for working with demons and angels that’s just come with the job in this city.. ” She listened to his words. The crimson glow dulling as she took in the information. “I-I know.. But I know how to heal up those kinda of wounds.. Its just whether or not she kills him before I get the chance to help him..” A tear rolled down her cheek. “What does love have to do with him losing his soul..”

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"He has doubt, doubt in the love that you both carry for one another." Death replied, eyes never leaving the femme's gaze, and he had completely ignored the first subject immediately. "He is dying, dying of something that I cannot say you will fully understand." Death shrugged once more, now focused on the distance. "He is worried, his faith is dulling and so is the much lighter side of his soul. I have dealt with this side of a man before, and once they go dark the chances of them coming back are slim."

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soubannightmare has found Death early

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“To be honest, I don’t care what you are or what species you happen to be.” Death ignored her little show she put on, more so focused on the path that lies ahead. “You inferior beings are all the same to me.” His voice never once changed, tone dark and eyes averted to something more worth his time. A common mistake, being that Death may have never cared about the wandering souls, yet, he did, and had no place paying attention to something that presented itself so abruptly.

“Interesting being, you are.”

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‘Then we have…an agreement.”

The vessel shifts slightly as eyes brimming the insanity of the cloying absinthe hue focus on him a bit more carefully, the feline slits of pupils relaxing some as pressure in anterior chamber builds and the fiber of her sclera ache beneath cornea before she can blink away the excess tears. The ebony fluid more like crude oil than the normal saline solution that is supposed to roll from eyes and down into the nasal cavity slips down stained cheeks instead, lacking said tear duct and proper respiratory system to accept the fluid. The sable would simply trickle down, like her blood, onto the sanguine leathers that mostly cover her torso. A drop of blood tickling as it fell between the small stripe of exposed skin between her tiny breasts was absorbed back into her skin. “You mark me…singular. A flaw…in your perception. We are not…wholly surprised. Your name?”

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"You seem intelligent, so how about an educated guess hmm?" Death still didn't meet the eyes of this bug, this irritation that had presented itself to the Horseman so quickly. The Pale one's hues caught a glimpse of one soul, one that seemed much more lost than any other, one that seemed like it couldn't be caught by the reapers as easily as the others. Death walked forward, reaching a hand out to catch the soul and let it be crushed between his fingers. It fell limp, and soon after the horseman had turned around to face the annoyance that was this being, a reaper had picked it up and disappeared with it.

"The Pale Rider, The 4th Horseman of the Apocalypse, more commonly recognized as Death." The man said in an aloof tone, eyes now fixated on the clouds above. He didn't even bother to ask for the other's name simply because he hadn't cared in the first place.

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“Sorry for my career choice being irritating by how so?” The gunsmith was interested in how her making guns could annoy him. Upon the question of Leon her eyes shifted from their natural hazel to red. “Little bitch has his insides in a knot.. I’m not sure how he’s doing..”

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"I was talking about your toying with holy weapons, demons, and angels." Death groaned, a roll coming from his eyes as he watched her closely. "Hmm, well, his soul is fading... His faith... Most of it has to do with Eidas but some of it has to do with love, other parts of it with pain and suffering both physically and mentally. I'd say he is doing terrible." The Pale one looked down from the clouds and met her bright crimson gaze with an aloof look upon his face.