entrance post

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

[OOM: He's a little tired.]

"Oh," he says, looking around. "Well."

It's nothing too unusual; he's certainly no stranger to bars, and this is clearly, if nothing else, a bar. He clears his throat and straightens his tie. The constant nudge in the back of his mind is gone, and he feels more relaxed than he has in years--no one waiting, no one watching.

He might as well have some fun.

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[moriendi.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Please allow me a moment of glee. :-D Wonderful.]

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

[OOC: :D!]

[buongiornodaisy.livejournal.com]

[ ooc: ye olde rod serling mun here to go SQUEE MOAR TZ PUPS. This makes me want to mine through canon to find another character to play. July 4th is so far away. :( ]

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Oh noez! Why July 4th?]

[buongiornodaisy.livejournal.com]

[ ooc: Sci-Fi Network TZ marathon!!! ]

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Really? Argh, just as cable took away Sci-Fi, too!]

[buongiornodaisy.livejournal.com]

[ ooc: D:!!!!! ]

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Hopefully my parents will buy a cable box and put me out of my misery . . . .]

[justiceoverlaw]

This bar certainly has unusual clientèle; there appears to be a man in a full mask and cape doing acrobatics in the rafters.

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

He's had a chance to look around some--saw the viewing window and smiled at it; the very epitome of what he is.

Still, a costumed grown man doing gymnastics in a ceiling is really not something you see every day.

He watches, half fascinated and half vaguely horrified.

[justiceoverlaw]

Quite good gymnastics; he's currently cartwheeling along a joist.

Just as he's poised upside-down on one hand, he thrusts his body sideways and launches himself into space. Before he falls too far, though, he whips a gun out of his thigh-holster and fires it at another rafter; a grapnel shoots out and catches the beam, and the cable pulls him out of his fall and swings him into reach of another rafter.

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

He has seen many, many people flaunt themselves in his face, but this is probably one of the flashiest flaunts he has ever experienced.

Slowly, shaking his head, he starts applauding in spite of himself.

[justiceoverlaw]

The costumed man, swinging and leaping his way back across the room, notices that the applause appears to be directed at him. "Thank you," he calls. "My usual audience isn't so appreciative."

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

"I appreciate talent," he says, for lack of anything better to say; he's not quite sure why he clapped. "What's your name?"

[justiceoverlaw]

The man lets himself down on his grapple-line and lands neatly on the floor in front of the newcomer. "I don't use it. I'm called the Revenant. And you?"

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

"Er," says Mr. Death, who's never been good at this kind of thing.

[justiceoverlaw]

"Fair enough." The Revenant would be a bit hypocritical to insist on names, wouldn't he? "Just don't go stealing the firstborn of people who can't guess; I think Security frowns on that."

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

"Ah," he begins. "I, uh, really was not planning to do that."

The look on his face says it all: children? No thank you, and for more reasons than one.

(He's not a cruel man; he's just doing his job. And he doesn't like to see the young ones go any more than the next poor slob.)

[justiceoverlaw]

Uh-huh. "Sorry, I suppose I shouldn't take anything for granted here. You from somewhere that doesn't have Grimm's Fairy Tales, then?"

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

"No, no, we have them," he says, "I'm just not--well, it would be feasible for me to trade, see, and I really would rather avoid it."

[justiceoverlaw]

Oh, my. Well, at least he doesn't seek to. If he were eager to steal kiddies, they might have to have a talk.

"Trade for what? You don't spin straw into gold, do you?"

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

"No, not quite," he says, smiling. "I have other desirable goods."

He's used to games: the traditional chess game, perhaps, or one more cat-and-mouse than that. But this is refreshing in its simplicity.

[justiceoverlaw]

"They must be."

Desirable enough to swap a firstborn? Of course, some people would... no, this guy certainly doesn't act like a pusher.