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Just like The Good Place...I am returning!

I’ll be dusting off the cobwebs here and getting back into the swing of things with Michael. 

As a general rule I’ll be starting from scratch with threads as it’s been too long but if you want to continue one of the threads we’d already started just drop me a message and I’ll do my best :D 

Otherwise, like this for a starter or send me an IM to plot :D 

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multiiplehearts:

Macaria ignored the fact that he knew her and just smiled. For a Goddess of Death, she had a kind, almost shy smile. Macaria wasn’t actually very sociable, just like her father. She was happy to be alone for days and she honestly found it hard to be around other Gods. They were so vocal and happy to punish humans over nothing, that it made her loose respect for most of them. 

Uncle Zues and Aunt Hera were defiantly up there. Mortals or Supernatural beings that basically weren’t Gods were much better company. 

“Pleasure to meet you Michael and it’s an honour to meet you as well. Although…” She then pulled away with a puzzled expression. “I thought demons punish mortals in this part of the world. Why are you here playing Grim Reaper?”

“Ah well I’ve been sent by my boss to grab this one as a favour for a higher up. Not entirely sure why he asked me but I’m trying to convince myself it’s a hint at a promotion.” Michael responded, not quite sure why he was being so honest with her but being too flattered by her response to come up with an alternative response. “Out of interest, do you make a habit of finding other ‘soul collectors’ to chat to?” He imagined it could get quite lonely if all you were doing was carting souls back and forth but the odds of finding another soul that didn’t belong to you at the same time was crazy. 

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multiiplehearts:

Macaira knew of the reputation she had gained in the Afterlife over the years. Same with her Papa being Hades, as well as her Step-Sister and other Death Deities. However, whatever they thought of her, probably wasn’t true. She might have been Hades’ daughter and a Goddess of Death, but she wasn’t evil. Far from it. If they wanted a inspiration for torture, then they’d have to speak to her Step-Sister; being the Goddess of the said activity. 

In fact, you only had to either be around Macaria for a day or go into her room to know how obsessive she was with mortal life. Ranging from their inventions to just how their anatomy worked in general. See, although she had a fully functioning body, unlike other Gods, Macaira had nothing. No organs, blood-stream, the ability to never have children. Makes sense when you take away life and not give it. 

“I see.” And, no, Macaira wasn’t one to boast off of fame. “Racing accident.” Seems she knew everything about the guy. “Wanting to hold on, despite knowing he’ll never wake up. Not with that brain-clot. Too small and far down for the doctors to reach without leaving him brain-dead. But, I guess you knew that already, huh?” 

She turned and smiled, holding out a hand to shake. “What’s your name, little demon?”

Michael shifted a little in his seat, he’d heard her reputation and wasn’t quite sure if it were true enough. Reputations were often only rumour in the Bad Place yet she didn’t belong to them so there was no way to know if the information was fake or not. He’d much rather lean towards them being correct until proven incorrect though. 

As she spoke about the individual in front of them Michael frowned. He’d been given the name and how he was going to die but the extra information wasn’t for him, that was classified and not his job to know. “I knew about the blood clot but not the accident.” He said, deciding to be honest before taking her hand, shaking it firmly. “You can call me Michael...it’s an honor.” Welp, there goes pretending he didn’t know who she was. 

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multiiplehearts:

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Hospitals were common for Macaria to visit. When it wasn’t a someone’s home that is. Today, she was here to collect an elderly woman who was dying slowly of natural causes. She seemed content with her passing however, stating about her life to the Goddess within her final moments. Both however, couldn’t deny that it was wrong that her family hadn’t come to visit, but there was nothing they could do. 

Macaria wasn’t one to prolong an oncoming death. However, as she turned to leave and walk down the corridor, she paused. Another was here for a soul and she was keen to learn who it was. Not as strong as a God, but still rather powerful. 

Twisting and turning; passing through mortals left, right and centre, the Goddess of Blessed Death finally found the culprit. An older-looking mortal with a fancy outfit and large glasses. Like he needed those. With a smile, Macaira approached the other and sat besides him. “So, who’s soul are you here for?” She guessed it was the man in the coma opposite the duo. 

It had been a while since he had done this job. Usually it was the intern’s position as it didn’t often require much effort but for some reason Shawn had demanded that he specifically went to collect this one soul. He didn’t want to receive any punishment for disobeying a direct order so here he was...bored out of his mind as he sat, waiting for this man to die.  Usually these kind of things went without much of a hitch, humans didn’t ever see him and it wasn’t like he was about to start a conversation with one of them. That’s why he jumped a little as he heard a voice. 

It took him a minute but he realised what she said and figured out who she was. Macaira was somewhat of a celebrity in the Bad Place and honestly he wasn’t sure how to respond. He decided to not acknowledge who she was...just let her do her job. “Ah well his name is Paul Kendall and he was due to die 10 minutes ago but is taking his time.” Michael glanced at his watch before looking back at the goddess. “And you?” 

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aspirinqpoetess:

Diane followed; clapped her hands together and paced, studied the interiors of an office which revealed to her little. Aside from a portrait of one Doug Forcett of Calgary which, somehow, revealed even less.

Tone louder– direct, she grew increasingly gestural. “Alright. I’m here. You’re here. Now, would you care to explain to me why we are here.”

Michael walked in and sat, noticing Diane was choosing not to. He motioned for her to sit but didn’t expect his request to be followed so decided to just keep speaking anyway. If she fainted then honestly she only had herself to blame. 

“Well, we are here because, you Diane Chambers, are dead and this is the next stage of your existence.” 

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tiimescout:

❝ uhh, w-well sure! ❞ it was a lie, but it didn’t seem wise to admit that he had never read the book at all. ( especially when he was supposed to be preaching about it ) his hope that the man wouldn’t question further was squashed the moment he spoke again, and he struggled to find words. ❝ you see, um, there’s lots of nice messages in the book. it y’know, resonated and stuff. ❞

“See I found it to be quite confusing really. So many conflicting messages with previous works and honestly, quite incorrect in general.” Michael replied, “Does it make you happy?” He asked, thinking that to be the only reason why someone would choose to believe in this would be happiness. 

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tiimescout:

for a moment, arnold looked slightly put out by the man’s words, smile fading. he didn’t exactly remember what insubstantial meant, but he was fairly certain that it wasn’t good. ❝ o-oh. i’m sorry that the book didn’t work for you. ❞ if only he had read the book! he might actually be able to explain things! ❝ i don’t think there’s anything else i need. ❞

“It worked for you?” Michael questioned, not entirely sure that the man in front of him looked like someone who had payed much attention when learning the doctrine of the book in his hands. “How so?” 

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❝ hello would you like to change religions i have a free book written by jesus!❞ 

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“Well I don’t particularly subscribe to any particular religions and I’m not entirely sure I’m in need of that book, I’ve read it...quite insubstantial if you ask me. Is there anything else you needed?” 

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kristenanniebell: Shout out to the props and art Dept on @nbcthegoodplace. Here is the homework they handed us for Chidis ethics class: Moral Particularism: Why Everything I Say is Right and Why Everything You Say is Wrong. BY ELEANOR SHELLSTROP Moral Particularism: And Other Things I Learned From Claire Danes Father In Law. BY TAHANI AL JAMIL Moral Particularism: Literally Everything You Could Ever Know About Moral Particularism. BY MICHAEL Moral Particularism: The Greatest Unsolved Mystery. BY JASON MENDOZA, Age 27

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The fact that Michael, the demon, is at the top of the class!!

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I have you know I included literally everything ever known about moral particularism so I would be shocked if I wasn’t the top of the class. 

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(Thank you <3 )

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thesilverfrye:

She snorted to that, but not in a bad way. Having been a bully victim, Elise knew all too well about torture for the mind. Guilt of losing her dad was another example. She wasn’t there when he died in his accident, but the argument was the last exchange of words they had. Not exactly what Elise wanted.

“You’re cute,” she said, but not to mock him. He was, especially for a demon hiding his form in a human body, rather sweet. Maybe Elise just had a thing for beings that weren’t human. “But, yes, it would be funny to watch.”

Michael frowned a little at the comment, not quite sure how to take it. “Yes well, I’m only in the planning stages, I’m going to be pitching it to my boss in a few weeks. He’s a real ‘by the book’ kind of guy and it’s going to be tough to convince him that it’s a good idea but I really think if I had a good enough plan he’ll let me have a shot at it.” He nodded, moving to take a seat again.  “Anyway, have you found the page yet?” 

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thesilverfrye:

This was an odd plan, Elise did have to admit, but it was also interesting. Different to the Hell humans are raised on, so good on Michael for thinking outside the box. “Gotta say, Michael, this idea is pretty cool.”

Then her eyes went to the book. It was the right one, thankfully. “Yeah, it is. Thanks.” Taking it from the demon, she began to search for the page, but by how thick the book was, this was going to take a few minutes.

“Can I ask, why psychological torture over physical torture?”

Michael was confused for a moment but then realised his papers were open on the table. He smiled a little. “Oh well thank you, I’ve only been working on it for a few months but I really think I’m getting somewhere with it!” He said before offering her the book.  “Well...we’ve been torturing humans physically since the first human died. No one has actually tried psychological torture and frankly, I believe the latter is much more...pervasive. It also allows the humans to torture each other, giving us a bit of a break. Also it would be hilarious to watch.” He added, grinning a little at the thought. 

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thesilverfrye:

“Sounds like a fun class.” Elise was best to let Michael take care of this one, but she took note of his small thumbs up and smiled wide to that. For a demon. A creature that was suppose to represent evil, he seemed rather nice.

Knowing she could only wait, Elise allowed her curiosity to get the better of her and looked at a few papers to his idea.

It took some convincing but he managed to get the book from Todd. Yes he had made many promises, most he didn’t remember once he made them but he doubted Todd would remember either....hopefully. 

He held it under his arm as he rushed back to his office, making sure Todd was clear before he entered the room, closing the door quickly behind him. “I sure do help this is the right book.” He said, offering the book to Elise.

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thesilverfrye:

Elise stood with him and quickly peeked out to see the large lava-like demon at the end of the hallway, before pulling back; not really scared to what she just saw. She just gave a small nod to herself to confirm that’s what she really saw. Then she closed the blinds to be safe. 

“Okay? So what do you want me to do? I do have ice magic and I’m very good at Parkour if that helps.” She didn’t take into account that they could hear her heartbeat from a close range.

“Right...Well I’m sure they’ll both come in handy at some point in the future but for now I’m just going to speak to him. We sat next to each other in ear peeling class and I’m sure he’ll give me the book if I just ask him.” He said, hopefully sounding more confident than he actually was. He gave her a brief thumbs up before rushing out into the corridor. “Hey! Todd!” He called out, hoping to grab his attention fast enough. 

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"So, what do you guys think of human media? Is it considered racist? Do you actually respond to Ouiji Boards? Never tried one."

“Hmm well it’s a tricky one, some are accurate enough that it isn’t too concerning but some cross the line a little. We make sure those involved in the productions are treated accordingly when they get here. In terms of Ouija boards we often make lackeys reply but if we’ve had a wild night we sometimes respond for shits and giggles.” 

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I LOVE this blog.

Oh thank you! Eleanor assured me it would help me to be in contact with other humans because my sample was a bit too small. It has been very informative so far!

(ooc: THANK YOUUUU!!! I LOVE YOU RANDOM CITIZEN!!!)