There is no Justice.

Anthropomorphic personification of Death. A little addicted to emotions. Fascinated by humans. Likes cats. (RP BLOG FOR DEATH BASED ON DISCWORLD SERIES)

[thefinalreaper]

vengefulprophecy‌:

Charlie kicked the sand. None of this seem to be bothering him as much as it should be. He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. If Orpheus was able to find Eurydice and go through so much, I’m willing to as well. Even if I lose him. I just want to say I love you one last time if that’s the case. I’m as stubborn as my grandmother from what I’m told. I won’t give up.” He looked at them. It was clear that even Death wasn’t going to be able to stop him.

Death laughed quietly, and despite the act being one of humor, the laugh itself was anything but jolly. “FUNNY YOU SHOULD MENTION THAT. EURYDICE WAS REDUCED TO ASH AND SALT BY THE PASSION OF HER LOVE. SHE IS ONE WITH THE DESERT NOW, LIKE MANY WHO CAME BEFORE AND AFTER.”ven

They reached out a hand, an offering. “I COMMEND YOU. WHAT YOU FIND IN THE DESERT, BOY, IS YOURSELF. I HOPE YOU SURVIVE IT. I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR LOVE.” Death had never experienced it, never understood it, but they cared. Oh, how they cared.

[thefinalreaper]

vengefulprophecy‌:

Charlie looked at them. “Doesn’t matter. I would do it to be with him. Fuck. He followed me to the den where he died. He wasn’t suppose to walk the same path as me but he did. So why can I follow him if I’ve earn that shot. hm?”

Death took a somber step forward, and the furniture dissolved into the blackness like sugar in bitter coffee. All last bastions of familiarity faded, leaving only the pitch black of the desert, and the two of them. No light source lit them and yet they could see each other clearly now. 

“YOU CHOOSE THIS? YOU HAVE NOT ASKED HOW LONG YOU MUST WALK. OR WHAT LIVES IN THE DARKNESS HERE.” In the blackness around them, barely audible, were voices. Lost soft voices in the dark, singing a song together, each believing themselves to be completely alone. “WHAT IF HE CANNOT BE FOUND?”

[thefinalreaper]

vengefulprophecy‌:

“…Where ever Dante went. To find him and spend eternity wherever he is. May it be in Elysium or where his faith leads him. I just want to be with him.”

This time Death’s face did change, the expression sliding quickly to hide the emotion from sight, as if it had never occurred. The room had been shifting, slowly, almost imperceptibly, darkening to a night sky, a wide horizon. Beneath their feet, despite the furniture never having left, black cold sand spilled and churned.

“THAT...THAT IS COMPLICATED. MORE COMPLICATED THAN PICKING A HEAVEN OR A HELL OR AN UNDERWORLD. TO FOLLOW THE STEPS OF ANOTHER IS TREACHEROUS, IN THE DESERT.” 

[thefinalreaper]

vengefulprophecy‌:

He took another sip. “Not all of them. Like why I was born in the wrong body and not the one proper for me.” He took a seat on the bed. He ran a hand through his hair as he thought about how this was going to kill Iris. Her whole family was now dead.

He looked at them. “Several. Hades, Ares, Veles, Dinynous. Just depends which one wants to work with me. But Hades is my patron.”

Death was seldom taken aback by much, even the namedropping of Gods. As far as Death was concerned, Gods were just another kind of grain to harvest. Even belief dies sometimes. 

“WHAT I AM ASKING YOU, IS IN FACT, DO YOU HAVE A PLAN? A PLACE YOU INTENDED TO GO AFTER DEATH?”

[thedoctornumber11]

Open RP for anyone to respond to!

[thefinalreaper]

thedoctornumber11‌:

“That’s not what I meant,” the Doctor stated, “I wasn’t talking about regeneration.”

“NO.” Death said, and there was a hint of sadness in that old deep voice. “NO, I KNOW WHAT YOU MEANT. I HAVE WALKED WITH YOU EVERY DAY, EVEN IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN MY FACE. I AM THE ONE WHO REAPS, WHEN YOUR GAMES ARE OVER. I SEE THE BODIES THE ONCOMING STORM LEAVES BEHIND. SOMETIMES PILED IN THE STREETS.”

[thefinalreaper]

vengefulprophecy‌:

“I grew up with a yaoguai. He was a Tortoise and gain human form. So clarity is something I know. Ontop of being a empath which explains why I was overcome with emotions.” he said as he took a sip.

“IT SEEMS YOU HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS.” This time the voice seemed sharper, a warning tone. Death took a small hourglass from a pocket that might not have existed, holding it up to the light. The sand moved no more, piled in the bottom bulb, a dirty brick red. The construction of the thing itself seemed battered, dents and chips in the intricate metal.

“DO YOU HAVE A GOD?”

[thefinalreaper]

vengefulprophecy‌:

Charlie looked at them and took a sip. “But if I’m dead and this is a form of limbo, I can do what I please within reason. So let me enjoy this factor. Because if I did die, it wasn’t here because last thing I knew I was at a courthouse.”

The tall presence nodded, sucking in their cheeks, and leaning companionably on the desk. “THIS IS TRUE. IN THIS PLACE YOUR THOUGHTS SHAPE THE REALITY. ALTHOUGH NOT MANY MANAGE SUCH...CLARITY.”

Long fingertips tapped on the wood, and the sound was not that of flesh but of bone. “YOU WERE OVERCOME WITH EMOTION, FIGHTING BETWEEN VULNERABILITY AND THE VOID. THAT’S WHY YOU DIDN’T SEE THE TRUCK.”

[setfiretothefamilytree]

Rae frowned softly leaning in.  “What did you say?”  She asked slowly licking her lips.  “I’m not sure, what it is your asking me, you wanna try and make that a little clearer and maybe in a language i understand, I speak several,”  She paused switching to Spanish.  “If you don’t speak English, we can tray Spanish or…”  She switched to French.  “French, Hell I’ll even..”  She switched to Latin.  “Speak Latin for you,” 

[thefinalreaper]

“I SAID,” intoned Death, expression calm and not unkind, “DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE DEAD?” 

They sighed, watching the woman trying to process the words. The form was slender, and thin, face pale, and with features that were hard to focus on. 

[nameless-roleplays]

Nicholas Cameron Rue - open starter - sfw ( can be moved to nsfw )

Nico stared over the edge of a bridge, looking at the far below little ravine rushing. He stumbled a little, a bit of clear liquid splashing out of a bottle he held. He scowled briefly. Then, tipped the bottle back against his lips. He let out a chuckle and shook his head. Ash flew from the cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Here he was, out in the cold winter weather and only in a flannel. Drinking and nearly falling in front of the occasional car that went by. He opened his phone- checking something- then set it on the ground. “What a way out.” He slurred, bitter smile over taking his tanned face. He stepped over the railings, heels of his feet barely holding him to the bridge.

One hand gripped to the railing, he raised his bottle. “Here’s to everything that got me into this shitty situation!” He announced to no one- or maybe to the moon above him. He poured a bit of his drink out and then drained the rest. As the bottle hit the metal and shattered, he took on foot off the edge of the bridge. He tilted his head towards the sky and felt the wind rushing on his face for what would probably be the last time.

That was, of course, until he heard a voice and pulled himself back close to the bridge, as if to pretend he hadn’t been doing what he clearly was.

[thefinalreaper]

“NICHOLAS CAMERON RUE.” The voice was icy and deep and hollow, like the whispers of air from long dead libraries sealed in stone.  The figure was beside him, right side of the railing, slender but tall, pale but almost featureless. They smiled, and it was hard to tell if it was a particularly nice one. 

“DID YOU WANT YOUR LIFE TO END LIKE THIS?”

[captxmarvel]

||Open||

Carol stood on the balcony of the Avengers building looking out over the property.  She had been lost in thought, just enough that she hadn’t noticed someone had joined her until they made a sound.  She turned around and looked at them.  “You have something for me?”

[thefinalreaper]

“NOT EXACTLY.” The pale thin figure seemed to blur if you tried to see any particular facial detail, or ascertain their gender. 

“I HAVE COME FOR YOU, HOWEVER.”

[tenebris-ignis666]

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[thefinalreaper]

vengefulprophecy‌:

Charlie blinked. He didn’t seem phased by the news. He walked to the mini fridge, opened it to pull out a beer. “Alright…Surprise it took you long enough after taking Dante when I tried to kill myself several times.”

Death paused for a moment, head tilted to one side. “OR MAYBE NOT SUCH A SHOCK AFTER ALL.” They watched the boy move, wondering when it might sink in that the only thing moving the objects in the real world was his sheer force of will.

 “YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO DRINK THAT YOU KNOW. YOU DON’T HAVE A THROAT ANYMORE. OR EVEN A STOMACH.”

[scythe-rps]

Open Starter - The Know It All

Triaph leaned onto the table, a cheeky grin on his face. "Hey! You should REALLY try dipping that pizza crust in chocolate milk! It's AWESOME!" he said, sliding into the seat across from the stranger.

"Also ketchup is really good on pizza in general! There's so many possibilities, really! Like have you tried oranges on pizza? Ooh! Or hard boiled eggs? Mm... I might have to get some of that later... Oh! I'm Triaph! Nice to meet ya!" He said as he held out his hand. He cocked his head to the side with a bright smile, his blond locks hanging over his shoulder.

[thefinalreaper]

Death frowned, never before had someone seemed so pleased to greet them. It was rare to be seen whilst not working, and to be seen by something so alive and vibrant was a change in gear. They frowned, watching with curiousity. “I’VE ALWAYS ENJOYED A GOOD CURRY MYSELF.”

“I AM DEATH.”

[vengefulprophecy]

Charlie walked into the room and froze. This was something he didn’t except to see, coming back to his hotel room after a court case. He turned around to see if there were any cameras but there weren’t.

“Okay, um, what is going on? I’m really confused right now.”

[thefinalreaper]

“YOU’RE DEAD.” The figure spoke in deep hollow tones, like the ringing of granite slabs in a mausoleum.

 “I UNDERSTAND THAT IT COMES AS A BIT OF A SHOCK.”

[iinsolens]

open.

   “I don’t recall asking your opinion.”

[thefinalreaper]

“UNFORTUNATELY, AN OPINION COULD BE PUT OFF.”

“THIS CANNOT.”

[witchyrcses]

Open starter!

Rosealyn sat on the roof of her condo with a sketchbook in one hand and a pencil in the other, taking in the views of the city all while sketching the skyline. Drawing was one of her favourite past times, and a reason why she loved living in the city, as there was art all around her. On most evenings she would bring a blanket and some snacks up on the roof with her and stargaze when the blue sky was clear enough. Looking at the city, it reminded her of home, some people would think she was crazy if she ever told them, but she loved the hustle and bustle of the city life and the rush of adrenaline it gave her every day. She heard the rustling of footsteps surrounding her and she hoped that no one would interrupt her, even if she was almost finished drawing - every little detail deserved her utmost attention. Soon enough, she saw a pair of feet next to her and looked up at the person standing beside her.

“ Can I help you?”

[thefinalreaper]

The figure almost jumped out of their skin, looking at the girl with a look of sheer surprise. “I...I DOUBT IT.” 

The face was androgynous, body thin as bone, and colourless as snow. If you looked too hard at one detail, the whole thing blurred, almost in self defense. “YOU CAN SEE ME?”

[vixenmuse-deactivated20200704]

“There are days when I feel like pure evil and those are the best days.”

[thefinalreaper]

“THAT IS...” Death paused, taking a deep sigh, “A POINT OF VIEW.” They leant against a wall, unnoticed until now, a pale androgynous face hidden by sunglasses. 

“ALTHOUGH, I THINK PERHAPS TODAY MIGHT NOT BE THE DAY YOU WERE EXPECTING.”