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Post by metreu on Mar 6, 2016 0:00:31 GMT -8
A ferry comes rolling in through the mist, a lantern on the end of the front giving light to the dark waters ahead. The ferry carries two passengers; the ferry man in a tattered cloak with no shown face, though a skull probably lurks beneath the shadows, and also a smaller figure in the boat wearing a similar tattered cloak. The boat makes its way to the port and docks there, the ferry man ties the boat to the docks and gets out. He pulls up his staff with a lantern on the end, the candle inside lights up automatically. He extends a bone hand to the his passenger and helps them out of the boat.
"Welcome to Necropolis, young one... twas unfortunate you had met your end at such a young age... but these things be happenin from time to time."
The ferry man waves to the two who were waiting on the docks. "Mr. Hickory, new one in for ya'... just a young'n she is."
The small passenger, maybe standing 4'5" tall, pulls off her tattered hood and reveals a head of long dark brown hair. She has light tan skin and grey blue eyes. She looks around the docks and down at her bare feet on the wet wooden walkway.
"Found this one swimmin in the river styx I did... just'a babe really. Got a hole in her heart, but she's made of somethin' tough. Some magic I reckon..."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 6, 2016 15:32:07 GMT -8
Hickory looks over at the young soul before him. Quite a peculiar one, though cause of death seems to look rather... unexpectedly ordinary.
"Hmm, yes..."
He nods while taking some notes. He nudges the robed boy nearby slightly.
The boy scrambles to pull out his pencil and paper.
"I-I got it!" He hurriedly scribbles notes into a decomposition notebook.
"We can handle this from here. We appreciate your services." Hickory says to the riverman as the boy continues jotting down notes.
He looks up from his notebook between scrawlings and asks the girl a question.
"um, excuse me but, can you tell me your name?"
Hickory sighs and smiles jaggedly. The boy seems a little nervous, but he seems to remember the steps they had practiced in the classroom. Usually for a standard pickup he'd pull out the fancy books that can gather information automatically, but he figures his student should learn how to get things done the old fashioned way first. To give him a solid foundation in case he has to do without them.
The boy will make a great reaper with enough practice and experience, Hickory is sure of this.
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Post by metreu on Mar 6, 2016 15:45:20 GMT -8
The ferryman nods to Hickory and gets back in his boat, unties, and sets out once again.
The young girl looks to the boy and tree with curious eyes. She hears the question and turns her attention to the boy. She looks down at the wooden walkway and shakes her head.
"I dunno..." She replies shyly.
The girl in the tattered robes seems to be distracted by the world around her now, not paying much attention to the tree and boy much after the question. Her wandering eyes taking in the foggy underworld...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 7, 2016 21:17:54 GMT -8
The boy, who has not done his homework as well as Hickory may have hoped, is honestly stumped at this point what he's supposed to do. So instead of embarrassing himself by asking what to do next in front of a client, he attempts to wing it.
"...whαt do you meαn you don't remember your own nαme? do you remember αnything αbout yourself? you hαve to remember something, right?"
Hickory stands back and watches. He'll learn from his mistakes. It's best to get those out of the way while he's dealing with the easy clients. At least that's what he hopes.
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Post by metreu on Mar 7, 2016 21:37:39 GMT -8
The girl shakes her head. "I don't know..."
She rubs her eyes and sits down on the damp planks of the pier. She looks back up at the boy and Hickory.
"Do you know...?" She asks curiously.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 7, 2016 22:03:56 GMT -8
"look, i'm trying to get you situαted here, the leαst you could do is provide me with some fucking informαtion."
"Seth, please. Watch your language."
The boy really wants to yell at his instructor for calling him by his actual name, but he'd probably get in trouble... again.
Apparently he's not allowed to tell others that he's Thanatos, especially while he's still only in training as a reaper. How the fuck is he supposed to pick another alias then? He's stuck with that one as long as he's been down here.
He huffs downwards in frustration, kicking a stray pebble with his shoe.
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Post by metreu on Mar 7, 2016 22:08:56 GMT -8
The girl picks up the pebble and turns to the water, tossing it in. The pebble makes a 'plink' and sinks into the river.
She doesn't seem all that concerned with her situation...
A man strolls up, wearing heavy, decorated black and gold robes with a hood and mask that covers his face.
"Is something the matter gentlemen?"
This is "Ark", a reaper from an age long passed. He was somewhat of a top tier personality in the necropolis.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 7, 2016 22:38:03 GMT -8
The boy looks up at the actually imposing figure in front of him. Like holy shit that's one of the most famous reapers around. He's mentioned in the textbooks! Needless to say, the boy is clearly intimidated. He can't be seen fucking up his fieldwork in front of him, of all people! "u-um..."  "What a pleasant surprise. We were just going over basic initiation protocol. It seems someone needs to study more though..." Hickory glances down at the boy, who promptly puts up his hood in embarrassment. "Perhaps you could demonstrate how it works? Maybe it will get this student to *ahem* do his homework for once." Hickory hamfistedly emphasizes his words in the most embarrassingly woody fashion possible. The boy pulls his hood down lower and steps back slightly. Hickory just smiles in his usual freaky tree dude fashion. |
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Post by metreu on Mar 7, 2016 22:53:00 GMT -8
The masked man chuckles. "Well of course Master Hickory. However, couldn't you have given your student a little easier assignment?"
He motions to the girl.
"She's a Orphan Soul. The spirit of a person who had barely existed or almost never had a body. You'll mostly see these as children young reaper, most of them come from... well... the aborted. Truly sad. This one seems to have festered a while though..."
Ark circles the girl quietly. He raises his hand and the tome bound at his belt raises up and flips open. The pages scroll by until they stop to a picture of the girl.
"Well well... she did have a body... a magically constructed one known as Micha Flores... but her soul is a borrowed one... curious..."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 7, 2016 23:43:21 GMT -8
"I'm sure you've met others that have trained under me. They will tell you how tough I was on them. You can't hold back on them or they'll never learn!" Hickory laughs breathily
"α borrowed orphαn soul? we never went over this sh-stuff in clαss." he tries to refrain from spouting curse words in front of Mr. Hickory.
"Well of course we didn't, it was in the required reading."
"you meαn somewhere in thαt 3 foot stαck of textbooks?"
"Yes. You are supposed to ask questions in class, you know."
The boy grumbles. Why did he have to get the toughest teacher in the school? It's not like he has any parents around to help him with his homework. One is in jail indefinitely and the other wasn't even really his mom apparently.
And with most of the seths of on a trip to kat's dream, he can't ask for their help either. Hypnos is literally sleeping all the time and Nil hasn't been seen since the four returned to the tower after getting Alpha back to his body. The only thing he has to keep him company now is that figment of shadow the fucking hedgehog, who does nothing but repeat canned edgy lines.
Though he hopes this cool as fuck celebrity can explain more about the special cases that seems to be at play with the current client. It actually sounds interesting, when not buried in endless mounds of text.
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Post by metreu on Mar 8, 2016 15:54:21 GMT -8
Ark nods slowly. "Practice in the field is good. But you also need to mind your books, young reaper. A Reaper's Tome is a very important tool to have." He taps his tome and nods to the boy.
"Now... Master Hickory, I believe it is best I take this orphan soul off your hands. I might be able to appeal to the powers that be to have her reincarnated. Hopefully for the better."
Arm reaches down and pats the young girl on the head and takes her hand. She stands up and swings her and around a little, while still holding Ark's hand.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 8, 2016 19:26:17 GMT -8
Hickory seems quite surprised. He hasn't ran into a case quite like this one, especially outside of a theoretical classroom discussion.
The boy seems relieved that things seem to be wrapping up here. He doesn't want to be embarrassed anymore by his teacher, especially right in front of Ark.
"Alright, she's all yours. I'm sure you'll be able to get her what she needs." Hickory nods and smiles.
"Before you go, can I get your autograph?" The boy offers the masked man his notebook and pen. Might as well get it while he's here.
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Post by metreu on Mar 8, 2016 20:09:25 GMT -8
Ark chuckles and writes A R K with a scythe through the letters on the notebook.
"Keep up with your studies young reaper. You'll make a good reaper yet."
He takes the girl and vanishes in a flourish of tattered cloth that melts into the shadows.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Mar 12, 2016 21:01:38 GMT -8
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A small girl in bloody suspenders appears to have washed up into the area. Slowly, they pull themselves out of the water and looks around.
"...This must be the place...If Coppelia went here...Then surely..."
They stumble a little before walking around.
Someone she knew very well had visited this place before. Which means someone very important had ended up here. It took her some trouble, with so many wrong turns, but now she's finally at the place.
This was surely an experience she hasn't felt in a long, long time. Coming out of the home you've stayed for so long into the great unknown.
...But she knows she can't stay long. The dream will call her back eventually.
But for now, she must search.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 13, 2016 13:44:54 GMT -8
A wooden boat with a loud motor comes rolling in, and bounces off the dock slightly. The only one on board lets off the gas until it turns itself off. He pulls it out and it's actually a converted chainsaw. He puts that away.
"That bitch better have a good excuse for why the fountain got turned off..."
The chainsaw wielder hops out of the boat. He appears to be wearing prospit pajamas.
"Now where the fuck is that school..." he begins checking for signs nearby.
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