#deathscrow

[bastardsunlight]

bourbon street blues

closed starter for @junkdrawerkids

The bazaar was full, shoulder-to-shoulder, all hustle and bustle, wheeling and dealing. It was very exciting for the Bethmoora princess. It had been quite some time since she’d been in a marketplace, however, a fact which her father had forgotten--but she’d not have refused him for anything. She had a duty to her family and her people to retrieve this priceless heirloom of their clan. 

She tugged her hood up, close around her head, disguising her looks and her ears, feeling with her extra senses, extending feelers, as it were, to direct her in this writhing throng. 

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Open Starter - Aidan

“Death ain’t like people say,” the young man says, shuffling the cards in his hands. His dextarity was truly fantastic. He’d been practicing this trick for months. “She’s mighty strict, but she ain’t unfeelin’. She knows what she do better’n anyone. But she ain’t like us.” He held up the ace of spades. “We think she’s on top.” In his other hand he held up the joker. “But she’s a whole different class from us folk.” He tucked both cards into the deck, shuffling them both in. “Cuz at the end of the day—“ He snapped his fingers and the deck of cards all fell, save for one card: the Joker. “—she’ll be the last one standin’.”

[junkdrawerkids]

“You seem like you could use some sunshine,” said the street magician with a smile. With a flourish, he produced a bouquet of beautiful, fresh, white rose from nowhere. He held them out with a smile and a bow. “Here. Maybe these can brighten your day.”

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Continued from Here with @imsorryitsallmyfault

“It ain’t terrible, truly,” he said, sighing as he shook another handful of sand and mud to no avail. No ring to be found. He clicked his tongue in frustration, looking down the river, wondering if he was in the wrong section of water.

He looked up again at the second question. “Well... A lovely young woman is hauntin’ her husband. She died somewhere roun’ here and lost her ring when she fell into the river and feels so bad about it, she won’t move on. I’m hopin to put her spirit to rest once I’ve found it. But, ah... findin’ is turnin out to be harder ‘n I thought.”

He stuck both hands into the mud and sand, taking a breath. He tried to tap into the elements, seeing if he could summon the ring from where it was resting. He felt something resounding, like a tuning fork, a few feet over, but for some reason would not rise. It didn’t matter. He moved over those few feet and started the process again.

“It’s tedious, but it sho beats fightin’ an angry spirit by a mile.”

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"You ever regret that deal of yours?" - Aidan

Aidan looks up from the river, his pant legs rolled up and his shirt sleeves pushed back to his elbows. He’d left his top hat and jacket hanging from a tree branch just a few feet back from the shore. “...My deal?” He looks back down to the water.

“...Nah, I don’t think so. I mean... sure there’s things about it I don’t like.” He stuck his hands back into the sand, sifting through it for the rocks and lost items. “For instance... searching for a dead man’s wedding ring in the muddiest river I ever done seen... ain’t exactly my picture of fun, but. Helpin’ folks. Puttin’ people to rest, helpin’ em find peace--them and they families! Shit, I’d be a damn fool to give that up. Plus, I like the magic too much to stop.”

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Aidan Corbeau - Magician of Wonder

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In depth headcannon prompts

Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day.

SPECIFY MUSE

For Aidan: If it’s raining on a day where Death has no job for him, he’ll probably stay inside. Maybe he’ll read, drink tea, practice his magic. If it’s not raining and it’s just cloudy, he’ll probably go for a walk. Sometimes those clouds get there, but he’s never let ‘em get him down. He’ll go in the woods or a field and commune with what he finds there. If he’s hitchhiking, he’ll probably just... keep walking if he can’t get a ride to somewhere. He’s been meaning to buy a tent, really. Keeps forgetting to.

Another this is he’s noticed the skies are always cloudy when Death visits him. she doesn’t visit everytime it’s cloudy, but when she does visit, it’s always when its cloudy. He keeps an eye out for her when he sees the sky changes.