#silver!undertaker

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London was a big place, however Marie was sure that she had found the right shop this time. Looking at the big sign with ‘Undertaker’ written on it she looked around warily. It had been a little while since the blonde had seen the other shinigami at the library, and she wanted to check in with him.

Her hand hovered over the door knob, uncertainty gripping the blonde. Questions started to swirl in her mind as she finally grabbed the knob, yet she tried to push them away. The first mortician she visited had given her this address after describing her old mentor; this had to be the place.

Twisting the knob she let herself in, the dim light a contrast to the harsh sunlight of the outside. Marie had to blink a few times to even make out what was around her as she closed the door out of habit.

“H-Hello? Undertaker?” Marie’s voice shook for a few reasons, at still being partly blinded due to the change of light, the over all feel of the shop and the fact that she wasn’t sure if this was in fact his shop. She was gripping her left forearm, hunched over a bit as unease settled over her while her eyes adjusted.

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Green eyes looked over the rooftops as #784392 waited, sitting on the roof with her death scythe in her lap. It was a calm night, the sky was clear and the moon was full. It was the perfect weather for #784392 after being in her cubical at the Dispatch Management Division for almost a week.

She hadn’t been on a mission for the Collection Division yet, and was getting a little anxious. Her mentor still hadn’t shown up and she was wondering what was taking so long. As long as they could get their job done it time however, the blonde didn’t care so much as long as they showed up.

Removing her glasses, still not used to wearing them, #784392 looked down at her death scythe, a Viking Battle Axe with amazing detail. Wooden vines looped around the the base, creating a makeshift grip; runes ran along the blade and part of the wood, a translated prayer. As she was tracing one of the runes the sound of something beside her drew #784392′s attention.

Squinting at the blurred outline of a person in black, too far out of her admittedly small field of sight, #784392 retrieved her glasses and slipped them on. With the gift of sight restored, #784392 forced a smile as she got up, realizing just how short she was compared to the other.

“You must be my mentor tonight. I’m #784392; you are?” Her voice was even, though her body language showed just how unsure she was about the other.

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A soft knock on Undertaker’s shop door before Marie entered. She had brought food this time, wanting to decompress with a familiar face. As the door drifted shut the smell of meat and apple would start to fill the air as Marie began to slowly walk, blinking to try and adjust to the low light.

“Some meat buns from the baker you talked about and an apple pie, I hope that’s okay.” She kept a tight hold on the items, not wanting to drop them by accident while blind.

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Marie was looking over the rows of books in front of her, trying to find the proper spot for the copy of Pride and Prejudice she held. Finally noticing the spot, but before she could raise her arms to put the book away, the shinigami felt a weight on her shoulders.

This wasn’t the first time Marie had dealt with someone leaning on her to trap her, and she was certain that they would try and hit on her too... Again. Just another creep trying to hit on those they thought weak most likely.

Moving the book to her left hand, she aimed a blow with her right hand to where a normal person’s face would rest, if they were trying to hit on her. At the feel of air and fabric, the blonde frowned. That didn’t seem right. Now she looked over her shoulder. Upon seeing a familiar face, even covered by so much hair, a faint smile tugged at her lips.

“Why hello there, can I help you?” An even tone, trying to act like she hadn’t just tried to punch her old mentor.

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A nod of understanding as #784392 accepted the sotoba, taking in #136649′s words. Taking in a deep breath, she let it out slowly, eyes straining as they tried to fill in the blurred details of her mentor mere feet away. The feel of the sotoba was something she was quickly getting used to, so that may help her to not get it taken so soon.

Don’t just rely on your eyes. Those words were what the younger chose to focus on. Determination filled the shinigami, watching how #136649 moved into his neutral stance again. Brows knitting together briefly as she looked for a good opening; it was no use, her eyes still weren’t adjusted to sight without aid.

Gripping the sotoba tighter, this time only using her right hand to guide it, she stepped forward as if in fencing, aiming for the other’s ribs. #784392′s left hand hovered over the end close to her, ready to grab the sotoba or guide it at the last second.

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that’ll throw him off his rhythm.

KID GORGEOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

A tilt of her head as Marie considered Undertaker’s words. It seemed an interesting idea for chaos; and quite possible as the elder would know where to get the necessary things in such a short time.

Looking over the other guests, a small smile appeared as the blonde turned to look back to the mortician with a nod of approval. It would spice up the night and be a talking point for a while.

“How long would it take you to get it and back? Not too long, right?” She could mingle a bit in his absence, but having an idea of what to expect was always good.

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❛❛ I made some tea. Now, do you need to talk? Or should I just put on some music? ❜❜

Sad and Soft  {Sentence Starters}

Why had Marie come here again? Maybe it was just becoming habit to visit the other; not that she would complain, he was good enough company. Deftly she accepted the beaker with a small bow of thanks.

Chartreuse eyes watched the tea a moment, her face giving away emotions as the blonde debated what to do. Music sounded good, but there was much weighing on her. She had been so dazed that everything just blurred together since leaving the library.

As Marie’s eyes drifted closed in lieu of blinking, she took another few seconds to think. This didn’t seem like something so simple that journaling would help, such a thing had been rendered useless for such a topic before. With a slight shake of her head, Marie opened her eyes again and looked up to Undertaker with an apologetic smile.

“Talk, sorry...” The young shinigami’s voice was soft and quiet as her gaze once more fell, hunching over slightly to make herself smaller under Undertaker’s watch. Adjusting her hold on the beaker, she shifted on the coffin before continuing.

“I-” A sigh as her right hand came to rest on her cheek, not wanting to grab at her left arm. “I’ve been dealing with memories of my death more than usual the last few weeks. It’s been plaguing my mind so much, I can’t sleep proper most nights.” Briefly she glanced up to Undertaker, a small frown tugging at her features as she once more looked to her drink.

“Does they ever really stop? Or will I have to simply relive that over and over each night?” Marie could put on an act for the public while at work, her time at Dispatch giving her the skills needed for such a thing. Yet it was always a drain on her, and she could never be around the other librarians when they left work, simply too much energy was being used for her shift alone.

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Shinigami: Snapdragon ( Graciousness )

Slowly did the young Shinigami approach #136649, a flower in hand. #784392′s head was lowered as she offered the snapdragon to her elder, trying to hide her face. While only knowing the other for a short time, she felt the flower suited the other shinigami. After a moment would she walk away wordlessly.

Deserter: Purple Hydrangea ( Desire to deeply understand someone )

A smile as Marie opened the door to Undertaker’s shop, hydrangea in hand. She moved with such swiftness that she was at the desk before the door had fully closed. Setting the flower on the desk, careful not to bump anything, Marie turned to leave, her old identification number attached to the stem by a bit of paper.