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Reaper's Residence \\Closed {Death the Kid}

Lord Death was wandering the streets of the quaint seaside town, humming to himself and trying to get his bearings of the place. Glancing up and down every street, taking mental notes of the place that seemed to just become his new home. That is until he found his way back to Death City, because there was no way he was going to stay around a bunch of dead people all of the time.

While glancing around, the Reaper's vision landed on a familiar head of hair; three white stripes on one side but not the other. Lord Death slid over to the youngster as quietly as possible, stopping just behind him.

Death leaned in behind his son's head. "Heya, Kiddo!" He said in a loud voice, ruffling Kid's hair. "Good to see ya here too! Well, not really...because that means Death City has no Reaper right now and that's probably not a good thing at all!" He slapped Kid on the back. "But at least we get some father and son time for once, eh?"

#symmetricson #kidddddooo #come 2 me

Death is Dead \\AV Open

All the Reaper could see was a dark void and large red letters reading "YOU ARE DEAD" seeming to float around in the nothingness. Which come to think of it was pretty impossible. He couldn't be dead. The Lord of Death couldn't just...die. There had to be a good reason for it.

The cloak figure sighed and shook his head clearing away the thought. The Reaper's white mask stared off into the new surroundings. This place would look pretty pleasing if it weren't for the damn dense fog. A large white hand amazingly suspended by a spindly arm appeared from Lord Death's cloak and cupped his non-existent chin.

"Well this certainly is a pickle." He said, matter-of-factly. Lord Death glanced around looking around for a poor lost soul to interrogate.

Slipping into a deep menacing voice, he speaks out to a passerby. "You." Lord Death extends a thin arm and practically pokes the poor soul's nose. "I have a question to ask you, friend!" The Reaper explains in a drastically different, kinder voice. "First, are you dead? Second, do you know or remember how you died?"

#AV Open #i am sorry im trash #still getting used to being a dorky dad #AV intro