#lordofthelostworld

[demolitioninevitable-archive]

@lordofthelostworld

Uthman... blinks dumbly.

"When were you made? Are you... some kind of Grim Reaper?? That's not appropriate theming for a Kindergarten—then again, uh, not a lot of the other Cases fit very well, either... sorry."

He really should learn not to run his mouth like that. Who knows what this guy is capable of? He wouldn't put anything past this place, at this rate. He misses when things made logical sense.

[thebananwithaplan]

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Oh, good. The ghost doesn't recognize him in the slightest .That's one less headache to deal with.

Death wasn't a fighter? Not normally, at least? Now that he thought about it, despite holding that scythe of his, Banana's never really seen it be used to attack people until now. Maybe he shouldn't be too surprised, then.

"Is that so..." A staggering amount of energy? Boy, does Chimizo have NO idea how much DB can believe that. Cautiously approaching to take a closer look at the reaper's poor state, it did look like he got the energy sucked right out of him....

....The host wondered if lending Death some of what he absorbed would help get him back up sooner than later.

"I gotta say, he did look pretty awesome back there, for a first-time fighter." Holding a gloved hand behind himself, three fingers would be summoned from the hidden glove. DB focused on letting a small stream of that excess soul energy leak from those fingertips, and trying to discretely guide it to Death's unconscious form. So he hoped.

"I sure hope he doesn't stay knocked out for too long; I was looking around for him, actually."

[marxwandersaround]

Soul Read // @lordofthelostworld​

-Marx can only giggle at the shocked expression and tone of Death. Leave it to him to surprise something so ancient as the grim reaper. The small jester’s wings shift and bend in front of him as he giggles, very much like a person would use their hands to giggle behind.

Though once the shock wore off Marx grins in excitement. Moving his wings away from his face to stare back at the reaper. It’s was a chilling sort of gaze, as to be expected, but no worse than staring into the void. The blue was pretty he could admit. The kind of blue some ghosts could be, at least Marx assumed ghosts could be blue. But after a moment or two the blue was gone and the reaper had his answer.

There was no surprise by two of the desires named, he knew those as they were very important goals to keep up with! To be bored was so awful! And attention is simply apart of his job....however the last desire made him tilt sideways. Family? Why would he want that? Especially after one had already failed him? That can’t be right...-

“Well green is a fine color I guess. But, but, but, family? I expected food to be that last one in all honesty! Huh. Guess it shows just how much you don’t know about me! Hehehe! I wonder...you do keep tabs on those who died, right? Like how does that work? There’s a lot of different ways people say how you keep track of those things!”

-Marx slowly rotates clockwise in the air as he speaks.-

“Also to to answer the question of who I am, I’m Marx! Marx the Cosmic jester! I make plenty of friends, but very few ever get to stay around~ Heeheehee! I’m a bit much you could say! And I don’t think you want to be similar to me, I’m a big friend to insanity~ Oh the pranks and hijinks I get in, hehehe, so much fun!

Oh I do have to ask, how do you feel about people who died, but come back to life? And I’m not talking about rebirth here. I’m talking someone who got hit by a train and was buried in the ground, but digs themselves out later because they miraculously weren’t dead anymore. Does that make your job harder, or no, or is it just ‘eh’?”

[askelvisandclaris-ghs]

“Yeah~ Maybe I could spend some time in the hotel’s garden before heading to bed, viewing the flowers and stargazing tend to bring me some calm.” she grinned, although she absently scratched at her cheek, embarrassed to admit what she’s going to say next.

“So much so, I’d fall asleep during the latter, Elvis would find me curled up near the blooms and take me back to our room. Every time I would apologize to him, but he’d say it wasn’t a problem since none of the resident’s don’t really try to do any harm to me.” she gave a puzzled look, but shrugged. “As odd as that sounds for any of them to exempt someone like me from anyone who does incur their wrath in the hotel.”

[nightmaresindreamland]

x @lordofthelostworld

Oh right. He forgot. He already asked this guy and this guy threatened him. Uh. Whoops. Okay, uh.

“UUuuuuUUuUHhhhHH..”

Kirby rocked back and forth on his feet, looking at the scythe then back to bone-boy nervously.

“I.. Can I whisper it to you. If I say my name out loud, too loudly then lightning is going to hit you. Yeah. And I sorta don’t wanna deal with that so just.. Lean down and I’ll whisper it in your ear.”

Do it. Do it. Do it.

[stitchinguphorrors]

RP - A brush with Death

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They didn’t know how much time they spent lying on that little bed. For all they knew it could have been weeks or even years. Time had a funny habit of doing that. Eventually, they drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

[noircixcafard]

@lordofthelostworld

As soon as they opened their eyes, they should’ve closed them. Unfortunately, they didn’t and began to wander through the seemingly endless field of gray flowers and fog. After what felt like ages, they looked around, and seeing no one around, picked a flower. The beautiful little thing immediately collapsed into powdery ash, with only a little bit remaining in their hand, which they blew away.

“I should’ve thought...” They mumbled as they stood back up. Their eyes happened to catch the silhouette of someone in the mist.

“Hello. Are you made of ash too?” They asked, their depressed tone a major shift from their usual mania.

[king-asgore]

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[ Night had come but Asgore found himself wanting to wander some through his city..The night was still quite young..Perhaps something exciting would happen? The younger monsters had developed quite a few interesting ways to burn the night oil as the saying went..

Perhaps he’d join them and have a bit of fun in town as well? Wandering about the lit streets of New Home he looked about for something to pass the time. ]

* Goodness..they’ve done quite a bit with this place now..

[ Looking about, he failed to keep a eye on the route he was on..]