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Susan Sto Helit ([personal profile] inthebone) wrote in [community profile] flowerbox2016-07-22 06:53 pm

This Is Your Death

It was supposed to all be over. Her Grandfather was back, and there wasn't any more need for Susan to be...in the family business, as it were. She could go back to being normal, and doing normal human things that didn't have anything to do with skulls or ravens or anything like that.

And if she still sometimes forgot that she was meant to be normal, and walked through a door, well...that was just a momentary lapse. She was normal most of the time, and if she just concentrated a little bit harder she was sure that she could manage to be normal all of the time as well, thank you very much.

So naturally, just when she was doing so well, it all had to go and get ruined.

OH, NO, she said with dismay, when she'd felt it settling on her as she walked out of the privy. The Duty. She wasn't supposed to be doing with! Not anymore, not with her Grandfather back! What on the Disc was her Grandfather doing, that she was getting pulled in again?

"If he's decided to...to take a day off I will...I will..." she started, before realising that following that sentence up with 'kill him' wasn't really possibly in this case. "I will tell him how disappointed I am, that's what I'll do!"

By the time she'd reached outside and called for Binky, her dreary school uniform had already transformed into the black dress she'd worn last time. And she found that suddenly, without her even realising it, there was a scythe in her arms.

"Can you take me to him?" she asked Binky, but he whinnied at her and butted his head at her pocked. She reached inside, and there was an hourglass. "Alright, alright, I'll do it. But you'd better take me to him straight after."

She looked at the hourglass. There was a name at the base - the name of someone who would soon have an appointment with Death. Or Susan Death, anyway.

[[ooc: Alright, so the idea here is that your character is dead, or about to die, and Susan has to come and reap them.]]
i_speak_softly: (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH)

[personal profile] i_speak_softly 2016-07-23 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
This one might be a strange reap, even by the standards of the Disc.

The place: New York, New York, Earth.

The characters: A giant turtle-man, and some guy dressed in a costume reminiscent of a cheesegrater, sharp blades poised to strike.

It might be nice if the turtle-man's soul is separated from his body before his head is. How much sand is left in that DONATELLO hourglass?
i_speak_softly: (NOOOOOOOOOOOOO)

[personal profile] i_speak_softly 2016-07-23 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Lost his bo, surrounded by Foot ninjas, brothers presumably taken captive, he is gonna die.

That sucks.

And now some woman with a scythe and a huge white horse has just inexplicably showed up on the rooftop.

In the past, Don has been saved by squid-like aliens and a teenager with a clock on her head, so this seems like as good a chance as any.

"Help!"
i_speak_softly: (You wanna dance?)

[personal profile] i_speak_softly 2016-07-24 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
The man in the pointy outfit is in fact a galaxy-conquering alien, but even galaxy-conquering aliens are not immune to orders issued by Death.

Then again, they're also pretty good at giving their own orders.

"Step aside," says the Shredder, his gauntleted arm still poised in midair, "or you too shall perish!"
i_speak_softly: (Drawing a blank)

[personal profile] i_speak_softly 2016-07-24 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
The gauntlet comes down, missing Susan's head by deliberate inches.

"Foot, retreat!"

In seconds, the roof is clear of ninjas, except for the turtle-shaped one. He's still crouched on the tarpaper, trying to figure out what just happened.
i_speak_softly: (Do you even listen to yourself)

[personal profile] i_speak_softly 2016-07-24 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
And hear her.

Why is she talking to a horse? Maybe the horse is sapient. It would hardly be the weirdest thing Don has encountered.

He gets slowly to his feet, trying to look non-threatening.
i_speak_softly: (I come in peace.)

[personal profile] i_speak_softly 2016-07-25 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah... thank you," Don says, because that's usually a good start.
i_speak_softly: (Okay but what if -)

[personal profile] i_speak_softly 2016-07-25 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh yes," Don quickly agrees. "I'm definitely not real. Just a figment of your imagination."
i_speak_softly: (Um but)

[personal profile] i_speak_softly 2016-07-25 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Absolutely," Don says, because he is very good at taking orders. Then: "Wait. Any chance you could help me find my non-existent brothers first?"
i_speak_softly: (Too cute)

[personal profile] i_speak_softly 2016-07-25 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"If they existed, their names would be Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo." A shy smile. "I'm Donatello."
i_speak_softly: (Family portrait)

[personal profile] i_speak_softly 2016-07-25 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a bizarre ability, but Don isn't going to question random superpowers.

"We're the Hamato clan."
i_speak_softly: (*cautiously defensive*)

[personal profile] i_speak_softly 2016-07-26 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh." Don eyes the huge animal. "I don't really know anything about horseback riding."
i_speak_softly: (Never say die)

[personal profile] i_speak_softly 2016-07-26 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Um. Okay.

Don vaults up onto the horse, trying to land lightly. He wishes there was something to hold onto, but, well, he's a ninja. He'll figure it out.
Edited 2016-07-26 15:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] roadstotheriver 2016-07-26 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
The Binder bell's heavy, powerful echoes resound through the river of Death, and Lirael, the Abhorsen who just rang it and still holds it by its handle above her head, commands to the spirit returned from beyond the Fourth Gate: "Begone, do not stop or tarry until you cross beyond the final Gate. Go!"

It jerks, growling angry curses at her, but turns and flees back through the First Gate, and Lirael sags tiredly. That was more work than she'd hoped, and she still has the spirit of the young woman that particular one of the Dead had tried to devour standing beside her in the shallow water, looking only vaguely unsettled at the prospect of almost being wiped from existence.

"You can continue on now, too, you know," Lirael tells her, unaware that they have an audience in the form of an actual Death incarna at the moment, ready to reap that particular soul, as well. At least, she will be until she turns around. A necromancer, even a good one, would probably not be included in whatever keeps Death from being visible by non-dying.
roadstotheriver: (me-startled)

wow that took forever I'm sorry!

[personal profile] roadstotheriver 2016-07-30 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Lirael actually jumps at the sound, making a sluggish sort of splash in the river, and claps her handless wrist into the bell before it can sound again. The spirit looks not at all surprised, and says, "That was my name in Life."

"Who are you?" Lirael demands, since the spirit isn't going to ask. The dead generally don't ask questions much, not unless they're the hungry type.