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[sticktothemission]

There is a corpse reclining in a cushioned chair by the fire. Maybe. It's hard to tell with Reaper sometimes. At the very least the man who looks like he might have come in from a Halloween festival hasn't moved for a few hours. Maybe days. 

It's hard to tell with Reaper sometimes.

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[cottoncandypink]

What do you do when you find someone who may or may not be dead, sitting in a public space?

You find yourself a stick, and you use it to poke that person.

Stumbling across dead bodies isn't unusual for Wilford, but a person could at least have the decency to not keel over right where he likes to have his lunch.

[sticktothemission]

There's a low growl from behind the mask but no other sign of movement. "You could try asking if you want the chair." The stick doesn't actually hurt enough to bother him. Still, rude.

[cottoncandypink]

"You could try not looking like a corpse," Wilford points out.

But the guy's not dead, so that's fine. Wilford finds another seat nearby, since he's still not entirely sure about this guy's status as a corpse.

[sticktothemission]

"You poke all the corpses you see with sticks?" He still sounds grumpy but he's genuinely curious. It's an interesting reaction if the guy thought he was dead. Says something that he doesn't seem concerned about corpses in general.

[cottoncandypink]

"Yeah?" Wilford says, leaning back in his seat and lighting a cigarette. "What else would you do with one?"

Certainly not sit next to it. That's gross.

[sticktothemission]

He shifts his weight back in the chair so he's sitting a little straighter.

"Saying 'hey' would be most people's first step."

Not Reaper's, but he's pretty sure Wilford can't do what he does to corpses so it wouldn't be a helpful answer.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford probably can't, no.

"Stick did the job, didn't it?" he asks. "I'm not gonna wait around to see if the dead guy's really dead, or just sleeping off a bender. Leaving corpses around is how you get zombies."

He says this without even the vaguest hint of irony or sarcasm.

"I ain't messing with no zombies."

[sticktothemission]

They've got zombie and zomnic movies in his world. Everyone else stays dead when they die. Usually.

"But you'll poke them with sticks?" That doesn't seem very bright to him. At least by speaking first he could stand further away.

[cottoncandypink]

"I'd rather get it over with. If it wakes up, you can stab it in the eye and run."

If it talks, it's probably not a zombie.

[sticktothemission]

The mask tilts slightly at him, one clawed gauntlet coming up to tap at it.

[cottoncandypink]

"I got a gun, if it comes to that," Wilford says.

One zombie isn't so much of a problem, as long as you kill it. It's when it's allowed to make more zombies that you have a problem.

[sticktothemission]

"Heh. You're lucky you didn't start with that." His mask straightens, hand coming down. "Would've just pissed me off."

Not that Wilford seems particularly jumpy but being shot on reflex is never a fun time.

[cottoncandypink]

"Tends to piss off the dickheads on security too," Wilford points out. "I try to avoid that as much as possible."

But if poking a suspected corpse with a stick counts as violence, something has gone very, very wrong.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

Dumbledore is admittedly used to odd sights, especially now that he and the bar are mildly acquainted, but even he would admit that the sight of Reaper surprises him a bit.

He's not sure if he's impolitely staring at something living or stumbling upon something gruesome, so he does approach cautiously, scanning over Reaper for signs that he's either living or perished.

[sticktothemission]

If he's looking that closely, he might notice the wisps of what seem to be black smoke that drift off him occasionally. They're small, though, easily missed in this light and dissipate quickly. It'd be easy to say that they only come from his clothes, but when the only bit of flesh exposed is a small strip on his arms...

If Dumbledore's not blocking the fire then he gets no response.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

Well, in that case, it can't hurt to ask. Worst comes to worst he comes off as rude and apologizes. But the small wisps of smoke do seem promising.

"Ah, excuse me, sir...?" he asks, loud enough but also politely.

[sticktothemission]

The mask does shift slightly in his direction, the first sign of true movement.

"You want something?" It sounds like an idle query, more curiosity than antagonism behind it. He hasn't seen clothes like that outside of the holovids.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

"Ah! My apologies," he says, surprised but recovering himself quickly. "I didn't mean to intrude. I did not see you moving and thought perhaps something was wrong."

[sticktothemission]

There's the slightest rise of his shoulders in what is likely a shrug.

"This is my standard state of being."

He isn't disagreeing that something is wrong but he's fairly used to his condition by now.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

"Ah, well then if it not cause for alarm, I apologize for intruding," he says, settling a bit, even if he does notice the shrug and that Gabriel's not exactly saying that nothing is wrong. "I can leave you to your relaxation."

[sticktothemission]

Gabriel is dead. Gabriel has been dead for almost a decade. This is Reaper and he's always gone by that name.

To be fair, he's a bit dead too.

Reaper gives another shrug, a little more obvious. "Just soaking up the heat." He's not bothered by Dumbledore's presence but he understands if the man finds him unsettling.

That's kind of the goal after all.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

Really, if he is simply fine, then he feels a bit sheepish at having drawn attention to it. His tone shifts to something far more normal then, walking back his earlier curiosity.

"Understandable, given the winter months," he says with a small smile. "And it is a cozy fireplace that the bar has."

[sticktothemission]

"If you say so." His mask turns back to the flames, one claw-tipped hand lifting off the armrest enough to evaluate the heat.

"I can't feel it." Despite the distortion of his voice, there seems to be an amused undertone.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

"Ah, a pity that, then," he says, catching the amusement in his voice. "It's a rather nice comfort in the cold weather. But then again, it's cheery enough on its own, I imagine, as something to pass the time sitting by."

[sticktothemission]

"The fish are interesting to watch," he replies, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the assumption. The elementals aren't very interested in Reaper. He never has anything to feed them.