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[no_justice]

 Death is sitting at the bar, eating a curry.


Delicious curry.

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[poins]

While most of those that come to Milliways are used to seeing Death eat curry, some are not.

And one of those, a medieval man named Edward Poins is trying not to stare in stricken trepidation?

Death would come to this place??

[no_justice]

When Death becomes aware that he's being stared at, he turns towards the man and grins amiably.

Well, grins.

[poins]

The man will stumble backwards, filled with fear, then falls over a stool onto his back.

[no_justice]

Death watches this, then stands up, takes a step forward, and offers a hand to him to help him up.

Are you hurt?

[poins]

"Let me yet live, Death, thus I would beseech you," the man stammers, recoiling from the hand, "tis not my time and place here, so how could it be my time to die, that you would come and fetch me?"

[no_justice]

Death leaves the hand out for an awkward pause.

No business in the bar, he says finally.

[poins]

Poins takes the hand.

"E'en Death must keep the rules?" he says, and stands. "For sooth, 'tis such a place of miracles!"

[a1enzo]

A little girl speeding through the room at about chest height stops and hovers, staring.

"Uncle Enzo! There's a skellington!"

[no_justice]

Hello, small green child.

[a1enzo]

"I'm not green!" she says indignantly. "I'm cyan!"

This all-important distinction may be made clearer as the definitely-green Enzo jogs up with an even smaller child in his arms.

"I fight him?" enquires the latter.

"Wha… no, Ana. No fighting anyone here. Hi. Sorry."

[no_justice]

Oh.

In Death's defense, he doesn't have much of a color sense beyond 'black.'

Yes, do not fight me, he says to the other child. Not in the bar.

Or. Ever.

[a1enzo]

"Okay."

"Sorry, she's used to skeletons being something to fight. But this one's not a Game sprite," he informs Ana.

"Is he a User?" Mairi asks.

"Kind of."

[no_justice]

Not a user, he says helpfully. Nor the used.

[forgottenmotley]

A puppy - well he's getting out of the puppy stage by now - sees a bony leg and decides this would be a lovely thing to gnaw on.

So, Jocundus is now trying to nom on Death's leg.

The Fool isn't trying to stop him, by the way. He's just watching and giggling to himself. He thinks it's hysterical.

[no_justice]

Death carefully moves his leg up onto the bar of his stool.

Stop that.

[forgottenmotley]

Now Jocundus is jumping up and down trying to get the leg.

The Fool is about to tumble off his seat in laughter.

Nope.

There he goes with a startled squawk.

[no_justice]

It's alright, Death is very patient.

He keeps his legs out of the dog's way and looks over at his owner.

Is this yours?

[forgottenmotley]

"Yes. He is." The Fool's hat has fallen over his face so his voice is muffled for a moment. But he manages to sit up and shove the hat up so he can see. His eyes glow briefly in the shadow of his face.

[no_justice]

Would you like to take him away?

[thisgrimfandango]

"Hey."

A few seats down, Manny is taking a smoke break.

"And I was starting to think I'd never see anyone else without skin in here."

[no_justice]

I tried skin once, Death says amiably. It was too much effort.

He turns and nods to a fellow professional. How are you?

[thisgrimfandango]

"Definitely cuts down on my morning routine," Manny agrees.

"And I -" He taps the ashes on the tip of his cigarette. "- am behind my sales quota for the month."

Again.

Unsure if this guy is a DoD employee of a different time, or something else entirely, he just asks in return, "How about you?"

[no_justice]

I am never behind quota.

Death is really good at his job.

[thisgrimfandango]

"Yeah, I used to be a hotshot too."

He exhales a puff of smoke, then adds, "I'm Manny."

[no_justice]

I know.

He offers a hand for the shaking. I am Death.