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Wouldn't You Like to See Something Strange [Active/So Very, Very Open]
Character(s): DEATH, open
Content: DEATH is wandering around Halloweentown, exploring despite the fact that he looks like he belongs. Have fun.
Setting: Halloweentown, near the fountain
Time: ...week 21?
Warnings: All the spookiness that comes with Halloweentown, I guess.
Despite the rather dark and gloomy atmosphere, Death didn't feel particularly at home. His realm at least contained dubiously successful attempts at replicating human creation. This place was not quite the obvious, but rather an awkward leap to the left, celebrating what he could only assume was someone else's vision of humanity or some aspect thereof. Overall, he would not have been in the least surprised to see the Soul Cake Duck come wandering through. Perhaps this town was something like that.
He took a seat on the edge of the fountain, casually regarding the not-water flowing from the mouth of whatever stone creature shared his perch. Odd, this place. He had yet to see any of the Organization here, however, and decided to count that as a plus. On the negative side, he had yet to see much of anyone else either.
Content: DEATH is wandering around Halloweentown, exploring despite the fact that he looks like he belongs. Have fun.
Setting: Halloweentown, near the fountain
Time: ...week 21?
Warnings: All the spookiness that comes with Halloweentown, I guess.
Despite the rather dark and gloomy atmosphere, Death didn't feel particularly at home. His realm at least contained dubiously successful attempts at replicating human creation. This place was not quite the obvious, but rather an awkward leap to the left, celebrating what he could only assume was someone else's vision of humanity or some aspect thereof. Overall, he would not have been in the least surprised to see the Soul Cake Duck come wandering through. Perhaps this town was something like that.
He took a seat on the edge of the fountain, casually regarding the not-water flowing from the mouth of whatever stone creature shared his perch. Odd, this place. He had yet to see any of the Organization here, however, and decided to count that as a plus. On the negative side, he had yet to see much of anyone else either.
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In any case, this was the furthest place available in the so called castle, so it was only logical for her to try and find more clues there. Her weapon was out, but she wasn't really worried for the moment. She didn't think those "things" would be of any challenge to her. After all, she had dealt with a lot worse in the past, so it's not as it should be any different, right? At least, until she saw what looked like the Reaper sitting down.
Okay, that had to be a guy in a costume? It didn't really exist for real... right? Or it was one of those heartless... yeah, that could be it.
And of course, the best way to figure out what exactly was going on was to stand there, looking completely dumbstruck.
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IS THERE A PROBLEM? he inquired, not entirely certain why she was not moving. Surely his appearance should not come as a shock in a place like this.
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Oh wait, that was a good thing, it simply meant that he wasn't one of those heartless getting ready to try to rip her head off. Well, okay, maybe not the last part but it wasn't attacking her yet.
"No, no problem, heh heh," she said, badly hiding her nervousness. "Err, nice costume. This place has a weird way of making us feel welcome, huh?"
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time for a subject change. HAVE YOU SEEN ANYONE ELSE AROUND? Even for a place like this, it was incredibly quiet.
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While posting himself against one of the several entryways, he looked to the hooded figure and spoke with his ever-restorative confidence, "I've had that look for a while. Sometimes, you have to class it up a bit more, yeah?"
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It did not help that the man very strongly reminded him of Vetinari, minus one quality for which the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork was widely lauded. Most people referred to it as sanity.
I HAVE ALWAYS HAD THIS LOOK, Death responded, figuring that anyone lacking that bit of sanity likely needed to be treated with care. IT'S A CLASSIC.
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He still hadn't seen the face or recognized the cold presence of his newfound friend, but the sense of humor made him endearing to The Master. "Classic, is it? Just like the black suit, white shirt, black tie combo? I'm always a fan of classics. Fine wine, young women, The Smiths, all that rubbish."
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I CAN SEE THAT. Little of the man's litany of classic things was familiar to him, but he could still spot the gaps. It also didn't help that, despite their location and the matter of discovering exactly what the purpose of their location was at hand, Death was curious to see how this man's mind worked, if only to be better able to evade him in the future. I DO BELIEVE YOU'VE FORGOTTEN 'GOOD FOOD' ON THAT LIST.
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As he began making his way over closer and closer, he smiled to the last point made by Death. "Food is indeed wonderful," he added, "For once, I can appreciate it instead of talking about my hunger. Of course..." Four pats on the stone column nearby. "...the drums are still there."