taako taaco, and the reaper determined to take him out.
Trying to find and solve the reason behind crimes was definitely not Kravitz’s strong suit. But when an overwhelming amount of people were being brought back from the dead, all having similar stories, the reaper knew he had to do something.
It was easy enough to figure out what was going on. All it took was half-listening to some people plead for their lives to get the boiled down version of the situation - there was a rather persuasive elf running around, causing all too many people to cheat on their partners. When husbands and wives learnt of these affairs, a good amount were driven to making emotion-driven choices. Regretful spouses contacted necromancers, and helped their loved ones cheat death.Â
Kravitz figured this was a simple enough solution; find this elf, have a talk with him, and, if the talk doesn’t fix anything, find a more.. definite solution. Following the trail of broken hearts, and a description of the mischievous elf, it only took the emissary of death a day or two to find him.Â
So now, here he was, standing against a tree, watching the line for a food cart. More specifically, watching the elf in charge of said cart. This boy - who he now knew was named Taako, thanks to the logo - was a bit of a curious case to look at. He clearly didn’t have much, but he seemed content with that. His apron was dirty and he wore a wizard hat rather than a chefs one, and he had a giddy smile on his face. Kravitz watched as he moved around his makeshift kitchen space as if he were a bird, graceful and soft, every quiet mannerism catching in the reapers mind, silent movements begging any observers to not take their eyes away. His voice was faint from where Kravitz was standing, but beautiful nonetheless - calling out orders and talking to customers in a tone that sounded like the stars in the night sky, like flowers gently blooming in the rain.
This mission was going to be harder than Kravitz had expected.