✩ From Loki!
My character has died and is now a Reaper. They must escort a certain number of souls over to the other side before they may rest in peace themselves. Send me a ✩ and my character will react to yours being the last soul they have to take.
Of all the things in the world, Helena didn't expect to be doing this after her death. A Reaper. A Reaper of all things! After all the T.V. series she enjoyed that carried this plot and idea and after all the stories she wrote which had this similar 'become a reaper after death' core to them... it was fantastic how she ended up escorting souls. Other Reapers, the ones that were also employed after they died, loathed their job. Not Helen. For her it was a dream job... right until the day when she had to collect her last soul.
It was sad as it was from the beginning: she'd finally move on, no more violent deaths to witness, no more scaring freshly dead people... eh. However what she didn't know was that it'd become enormously dreadful. "No," she mouthed out when she saw her next target. "Not him... am I even supposed to take him? Don't we have a special team for that or something, no..." the blonde even lost control enough to let out a sob-like moan at the end. How long has it been anyway? Wasn't it too early for him to die? She stared at the note she had with the time of death written on it, his death. No name though, that's why they gave her a paper without the name, that's why! Because it was him she was supposed to take.
Hel gazed at the clock, she had some time left before she had to reap his soul out, right before he'd die. Slowly she came up to him, knowing she'd probably freak him out by her staring - the blonde looked nothing like she used to, to people that used to know her. Every Reaper got new Avatar to cover their ass up. But she didn't care, he was about to die anyway. She gazed at the clock one last time, inhaled sharply and asked: "S'up, mage?" then placed her hand on his shoulder, daringly, brusquely, and reaped his soul out of his body, ready to lecture him on the topic of 'how the heck did he manage to get himself killed'.