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[no_justice]

He's by the fireplace today on one of those very comfortable armchairs. His feet are crossed up on the coffee table and there's a copy of the Times open over his face. The tool of his trade is resting against the chair back, in easy reach for when he gets up.

It's a very odd position to find a skeleton in, but this is Milliways, after all.

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[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

Harry might be outside, but Annie is indoors; she needs a bit of a breather from the shop just now. She tends to sit by the fire when she comes to the bar, so she settles down at a chair nearby.

It takes her a moment to realise someone has brought the farm implement to end all farm implements into the Bar.

[no_justice]

It's debatable whether he was actually asleep - he probably wasn't, for why would he sleep? - but after a few moments a manual phalange lifts up the corner of his paper to show a single eye socket with a blue light flickering beneath.

Good morning.

[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

Annie wasn't quite expecting that, but really, who ever is? At least among the upright and walking? And non-paranoid? And...

... well, you get the idea.

"Oh! Good morning," she says a moment later. "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to stare."

[no_justice]

It's quite all right, Death informs her. People stare a lot, around here

He doesn't seem to mind.

[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

"Well, there is a lot to stare at," Annie allows. "Although if you mean they stare at you, specifically..."

She glances up at the scythe again, and then back to the skeleton.

"I know it's a bit of a stupid question, but are you Death, or am I simply talking to a very interesting sort of skeleton? I've seen drawings and such, but one never knows if those are at all accurate."

[no_justice]

I am Death, confirms Death. And then, because it's polite, he folds up the paper and sets it on his lap.

Although I am likely not the specific personification for your world. There are a few of us.

[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

"Oh," says Annie. And then: "Oh, dear- I oughtn't to have interrupted your reading. I'm sorry."

Generally she's a bit better about her manners, but then again, generally she's not talking to somebody she's got a sneaking suspicion her household's been cheating left, right, and centre.

[hapan-heiress.livejournal.com]

[not sure how long i'm truly around, but i had to taaag]

There's a four year old little girl looking at him, her head tilted to the side, a stuffed tauntaun in her arms.

Huh. He's got his feet on the table. That's a no no.

"No feets on table!" She announces, hands going to her hips.

[no_justice]

[OOC: I am in fact juts heading off for the evening. So slowtime y/n?]

Death lifts a corner of the paper to regard the child.

Who are you?

[hapan-heiress.livejournal.com]

[yyy please. :D]

"Chume'da Allana Djo." She says, slurring a few of the letters. It's a long title for a small girl. "Call me Allana. Who're you?"

[no_justice]

I am Death says Death, not moving his feet out of the principle of the thing.

[hapan-heiress.livejournal.com]

[ugh no internet, so i'm just tagging up at the library, hopefully be around sooooon. sorry D:]

Allana's eyes widen appropriately. "Oh." She says softly, her fingers tightening around the tauntaun in her arms. Then she tilts her head. "Do you know my grandmama?"

[no_justice]

Death leans forwards, regarding the toy speculatively.

I know everyone, he assures her.

[hapan-heiress.livejournal.com]

"She was poisoned." Allana says softly. "I never met her. But...it must be cool knowin' everyone."

[madetomend.livejournal.com]

Sally quietly watches Death 'sleep' from a spot not far away.

He's quite handsome, really.

[no_justice]

He'd be glad to know someone thinks so.

Eventually he looks over, and nods amiably.

Good time of the day

[madetomend.livejournal.com]

Sally smiles wide and nods. "Yes! Good time of the day to you too! Are you a skeleton?"

One can never be sure, here.

"My name is Sally." She stands, walks over, and offers her hand in greeting.

[no_justice]

[OOC: hey, it happens!]

I am, Death replies, sitting up. He hesitates at the hand, then nods to himself.

I take in this in my hand and move it up and down, don't I? It is called 'shaking'.

He then proceeds to do just that.

[brotherspider]

Well, this ought to be the king of all coincidences, or perhaps not. It's not every day that you see Death, or at least not in the personification form, but if so...one should take advantage of the perks of being able to speak to him. What are those? Well, if you can't get information from the man who has seen it all - literally - then who can you? And, well, wouldn't you know it? Spider DOES have something on his mind... The swarthy gentleman god-fellow steps over to where Death is.

"Just to be sure, you are Death, right? The Grim Reaper and not some sort of creature that merely takes the form of Death?

Hey, in Milliways, you never know. His senses told him it was Death Incarnate, but it's always good to be sure about it.

[no_justice]

Death lifts the paper from his face and examines the god for a second, before giving a polite nod.

I am Death, he confirms.

[brotherspider]

"Right then... Perhaps you can help me with a certain curiosity."

Now, how should he put this...? You come and find yourself staring Death in the eye - or glowing socket - and you know you have to get this right.

"Before I came in here, I'd been informed that my father had died. This would be everyday normal circumstances, except for two things. The first is the easiest one, namely that gods don't suddenly keel over for no reason. And second...I can't even begin to imagine what he'd die of."

His father had, in fact, died at karaoke, falling forward into a woman's breasts.

"So, what DID he die of? Anansi, I mean?"

[no_justice]

Gods die all the time, Death explains in tones of one who know. But he tilts his skull, examinign Spider.

Your father was not one under my care, however. Different worlds, different deaths.

[brotherspider]

Well, this was actually news to Spider, who'd been all god-like for less than the span of a human lifetime, so he wasn't aware of that. However, he was a knowledgeable sort, so he had to ask...

"Oh? Is there a union organizing different Deaths? Which one are you?"

[no_justice]

We don't need a union, Death explains. We represent ourselves

[brotherspider]

Neverminding the fact that he hadn't answered the question of origins, Spider's mind suddenly raced on the thoughts of why there would be an advantage to having a Reaper's Association (Ltd.).

"Oh, I can see why that'd be. No need for perks or anything, of course. You're Death, and Death just is."

Then a grin flashed across his face...

"But still... I mean, you might want to get SOME representation. You've got bad rep, most of the time. Nobody's ever glad to see that they're dead, they think it's unfair, and you've got all of eternity to hear about it. At the very least, you should be able to have them go yak off someone else's ear - or whatever equivalent you use - while you just get to do what you do without a hassle."

This is going to lead to trouble, you know...