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Death opens a door in his world, it isn’t like he must open any doors ever, but sometimes it is nice to just be physical. Anyway, he opens this door and it happens, to be the door to Milliways. This is not an unexpected, or un welcome occurrence for him. He finds this place a haven from his work. He steps over the threshold and stands looking at the Bar and smiles slightly.

This is Death, and his form is that of a very skinny man wearing a black suit. He’s got a silver topped cane, and a white stoned silver ring. He’s also hungry, he’s always hungry. And is that a feather in his raven hair? Well, unless you are a child, then he’s a very skinny boy in a black suit.

For those with esp they might see his true form impossibly large, too large to fit in the building, and yet somehow only occupying the space of his human form. It is undulating black mist that has eyes blinking in all directions, millions of them, one might be looking right at you. The face of this creature is skull topped with black feathers and there are several pairs of black feathered wings unfurled around it. Of course, some might see all three forms of Death all occupying the same space and doing different, yet similar things.

(OOC: Have fun, reactions are welcome as are interactions. He needed a cool entrance, for a change. )

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Bodhi came down to the bar tonight, but only because the rats chased him out of his room again.

He's nursing a mug of tea, not really drinking it. He looks up went the man comes in, his eyes widening.

Death moves over to a table adjacent to Bodhi and sits down. He leans the cane on the table and takes out a small rusted scythe from inside his jacket and places on top.

Bodhi tries not to watch. But he's having trouble looking away. Something about the man is... compelling. He finds himself rubbing the cuts on his upper inner arm, feeling them itch as they start to heal.

Death orders some things from a passing rat and sits back to wait.

"Mr. Rook, didn't your parents ever tell you that staring was rude?" Asks Death quietly not even turning to look at them man.

Bodhi looks away, frowning. He wasn't raised by his parents. But his grandmother would be disappointed by his rudeness. "Sorry." He mumbles, looking down.

Death gestures to a chair opposite himself, "Sit."

Bodhi sits as ordered, covering his arm. Scratching has knocked one of the scabs free and blood is starting to soak into the black cloth of his flight suit.

The rat returns with a tray full of food and two Coca-Colas in glass bottles.

"Eat," he says taking a swig of the soda.

This is an impressive spread of junk food. Fried Pickle chips, two chili dogs, and tater tots. There are a few bottles of catsup, and a few pieces of chocolate raspberry cake. The pieces of cake are huge.

"I'm not hungry, but thank you." He fidgets. That's not true, of course. He hasn't eaten more than a few bites in weeks but his desire for food has gone.

Death looks at him as he pops a fried pickle chip in his mouth, "Really?"

"I don't... I eat very much. I don't need to." Food is wasted on the dead.

"Just because you are dead, doesn't mean you can't enjoy it," says Death pointedly, "I do not need to eat, I choose to. It is not wasted unless it is not consumed."

What joy can there be for the dead? Bodhi brings his arms in closer, hugging himself. "I'm fine. Thank you."

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Clef turns towards the opening door... and pauses. There's something there... or maybe there isn't? Clef shakes his head, staring at the new comer... He has a certain six sense about some things, but... What is that?

Oh Death is definatly there, well, he's moving towards a table near Clef.

"Excuse me..." Clef frowns. "Have we met before? You look awfully familiar."

Death stares at him.

"We have not," he says very interested. It isn't every day that someone here has no information.

"You look..." Clef coughs, shakes his head. "Familiar, yes, I said that already. My name is..." He reaches for his ukulele, then stops. Maybe not this one. "Alto Clef."

"Is it?" Asks Death, "That is a strange name."

There's nothing there, this is interesting.

"And your name is...." Trying to figure things out.

"Death," he says.

"That..." Clef frowns.

"Is an even more unusual name."

"It is what I am," explains Death, "You have no information."

"No information?" Clef catches on quick. "Ah, well, there are some who call me, Lucifer..."

Death smiles, "Well, the Lucifer of my world is a tantrum throwing child."

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