*alright ima go* Josh says, “I’ve gotta take a little bit of a break from this conversation. Let’s pick it up another time.”
And without another word, he falls through the floor, leaving horrible whispers in his wake.
*Aww, bye then!*
"Well, there he goes. So Death, how much time do I have left?"
HMMM, LET ME SEE. He pulls a fancifully decorated hourglass and holds it up to see how much sand it has left. It is held at an angle that you cannot clearly see its contents. INTERESTING. He places it back inside his robes, I AM SORRY, BUT FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, I PREFER TO KEEP THAT A SECRET.
"I'm sorry, but I must know. There is much at stake."
Death studies him for quite a while before saying, HOW DO YOU HAVE MORE AT STAKE THEN THE ANY OTHER MORTAL?
"This staff I hold is the most powerful item in existence. If the god I'm hiding from gets it, he shall destroy all the universe."
REALLY? THAT IS A DILEMMA. He pauses and strokes his bony chin in thought. HOW DID YOU COME TO POSSESS SUCH A POWERFUL ITEM?
"It was made by several gods, and handed down through my ancestry. Only those in my line can fully grasp its power, and we get that ability from the god I am attempting to hide from."
INTERESTING. BUT WHY DO YOU NEED TO SEE HOW LONG YOU HAVE LEFT TO LIVE? KNOWING WHAT DAY YOU WILL DIE CAN BE MISLEADING. WHAT IF IT IS STOLEN FROM YOU WHILE YOU STILL LIVE? YOU MUST FIND A WAY TO INSURE IT IS SAFE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, REGARDLESS OF YOUR DYING DAY.
"If I don't have it, he will surely find and kill me, and the protection spells over it will be gone. I have seven years left, or my mother and sister will be killed. I have already made progress in gaining power to defeat the god, and if you help me, we will surely kill him. What do you say?"
HMM, IF EVERYONE DIED, THAT WOULD CREATE A LOT OF WORK FOR ME. He considers this, I WOULD BE WILLING TO HELP YOU, BUT I WILL NOT STRIKE AT A GOD, AT LEAST NOT DIRECTLY. I CAN EMPOWER YOU, GRANTING YOU A PORTION OF THE STRENGTH OF THE GRAVE. YOU COULD BECOME MY AVATAR. MY....APPRENTICE, His permanent grin seems to widen.
OR, YOU COULD HAND OVER THE STAFF TO MY CARE. NO GOD WOULD DARE TO ATTACK ME, I HOLD THE POWER TO FINISH THEM.
BUT THE STAFF IS YOUR'S YOU COULD RISK IT AND KEEP IT IN YOUR FINITE CARE IF YOU WISH.
"The god I hide from is the lord of all evil. I do not think you could defend against him. But I do not trust the powers of Death."
THE GOD'S FEAR ME. THEY HAVE UNIMAGINABLE POWER, AND YET I CAN TAKE IT ALL AWAY.
HAVE I EVER SHOWN MYSELF TO BE DISHONEST? I AM TRUE TO MY WORD. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE STAFF DOES, AND I DO NOT CARE. KEEP IT FOR YOURSELF IF YOU WISH. YOUR HANDS WILL ROT AND TURN TO DUST IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE. MINE HAVE REMAINED STRONG FOR ETERNITY. I KNOW WHICH HANDS I WOULD ENTRUST IT TO.
*alright ima go* Josh says, “I’ve gotta take a little bit of a break from this conversation. Let’s pick it up another time.”
And without another word, he falls through the floor, leaving horrible whispers in his wake.
*Aww, bye then!*
"Well, there he goes. So Death, how much time do I have left?"
HMMM, LET ME SEE. He pulls a fancifully decorated hourglass and holds it up to see how much sand it has left. It is held at an angle that you cannot clearly see its contents. INTERESTING. He places it back inside his robes, I AM SORRY, BUT FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, I PREFER TO KEEP THAT A SECRET.
"I'm sorry, but I must know. There is much at stake."
Death studies him for quite a while before saying, HOW DO YOU HAVE MORE AT STAKE THEN THE ANY OTHER MORTAL?
"This staff I hold is the most powerful item in existence. If the god I'm hiding from gets it, he shall destroy all the universe."
REALLY? THAT IS A DILEMMA. He pauses and strokes his bony chin in thought. HOW DID YOU COME TO POSSESS SUCH A POWERFUL ITEM?
"It was made by several gods, and handed down through my ancestry. Only those in my line can fully grasp its power, and we get that ability from the god I am attempting to hide from."
INTERESTING. BUT WHY DO YOU NEED TO SEE HOW LONG YOU HAVE LEFT TO LIVE? KNOWING WHAT DAY YOU WILL DIE CAN BE MISLEADING. WHAT IF IT IS STOLEN FROM YOU WHILE YOU STILL LIVE? YOU MUST FIND A WAY TO INSURE IT IS SAFE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, REGARDLESS OF YOUR DYING DAY.
"If I don't have it, he will surely find and kill me, and the protection spells over it will be gone. I have seven years left, or my mother and sister will be killed. I have already made progress in gaining power to defeat the god, and if you help me, we will surely kill him. What do you say?"
HMM, IF EVERYONE DIED, THAT WOULD CREATE A LOT OF WORK FOR ME. He considers this, I WOULD BE WILLING TO HELP YOU, BUT I WILL NOT STRIKE AT A GOD, AT LEAST NOT DIRECTLY. I CAN EMPOWER YOU, GRANTING YOU A PORTION OF THE STRENGTH OF THE GRAVE. YOU COULD BECOME MY AVATAR. MY....APPRENTICE, His permanent grin seems to widen.
OR, YOU COULD HAND OVER THE STAFF TO MY CARE. NO GOD WOULD DARE TO ATTACK ME, I HOLD THE POWER TO FINISH THEM.
BUT THE STAFF IS YOUR'S YOU COULD RISK IT AND KEEP IT IN YOUR FINITE CARE IF YOU WISH.
"The god I hide from is the lord of all evil. I do not think you could defend against him. But I do not trust the powers of Death."
THE GOD'S FEAR ME. THEY HAVE UNIMAGINABLE POWER, AND YET I CAN TAKE IT ALL AWAY.
HAVE I EVER SHOWN MYSELF TO BE DISHONEST? I AM TRUE TO MY WORD. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE STAFF DOES, AND I DO NOT CARE. KEEP IT FOR YOURSELF IF YOU WISH. YOUR HANDS WILL ROT AND TURN TO DUST IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE. MINE HAVE REMAINED STRONG FOR ETERNITY. I KNOW WHICH HANDS I WOULD ENTRUST IT TO.
"Yes, I do, actually, for I am descended from him. This staff has more power than you, and I am more powerful than it."
I SEE. His pale grin widens. IF THAT IS THE CHOICE YOU WISH TO MAKE, SO BE IT.
"It is indeed. Now goodbye, for of you I do not trust," he says, and vanishes.
Death shrugs his bony shoulders. MORTALS. he says helplessly. He sits down, pulls out a newspaper, and begins reading.
He feels the presence of someone reading over his shoulder.
Whoever it is sees that he is reading the obituaries. Death slowly turns his head around to see who it is.
He sees nothing.
* He has truesight. If he still sees nothing:*
He looks around. WHO IS THERE? He says.
*I homebrewed a very special invisibility.*
"Try and guess," comes the response.
*I see. No, actually I don't.*
FURSHII? IS THAT YOU?
*Ha, good one!*
"Do you really think I would leave and come back instantly?" He seems to realise he just revealed it was him."Ah, crap,"he says, and becomes visible.
Death shakes his head and chuckles, a sound that could cause cheese to age a hundred years.
"You have a fun laugh. Like Santa, but evil."
EVIL? I WOULDN'T SAY EVIL. MAYBE MORBID, OR DARK, BUT NOT EVIL.
YOU KNOW SANTA? HE IS AN INTERESTING FELLOW. I HAD TO STEP IN HIS PLACE ONCE A LONG TIME AGO. HE WENT MISSING, AND SOMEBODY HAD TO DELIVER THE PRESENTS.
"Yes, I do, actually, for I am descended from him. This staff has more power than you, and I am more powerful than it."
I SEE. His pale grin widens. IF THAT IS THE CHOICE YOU WISH TO MAKE, SO BE IT.
"It is indeed. Now goodbye, for of you I do not trust," he says, and vanishes.
Death shrugs his bony shoulders. MORTALS. he says helplessly. He sits down, pulls out a newspaper, and begins reading.
He feels the presence of someone reading over his shoulder.
Whoever it is sees that he is reading the obituaries. Death slowly turns his head around to see who it is.
He sees nothing.
* He has truesight. If he still sees nothing:*
He looks around. WHO IS THERE? He says.
*I homebrewed a very special invisibility.*
"Try and guess," comes the response.
*I see. No, actually I don't.*
FURSHII? IS THAT YOU?
*Ha, good one!*
"Do you really think I would leave and come back instantly?" He seems to realise he just revealed it was him."Ah, crap,"he says, and becomes visible.
Death shakes his head and chuckles, a sound that could cause cheese to age a hundred years.
"You have a fun laugh. Like Santa, but evil."
EVIL? I WOULDN'T SAY EVIL. MAYBE MORBID, OR DARK, BUT NOT EVIL.
YOU KNOW SANTA? HE IS AN INTERESTING FELLOW. I HAD TO STEP IN HIS PLACE ONCE A LONG TIME AGO. HE WENT MISSING, AND SOMEBODY HAD TO DELIVER THE PRESENTS.
"Yes, I do, actually, for I am descended from him. This staff has more power than you, and I am more powerful than it."
I SEE. His pale grin widens. IF THAT IS THE CHOICE YOU WISH TO MAKE, SO BE IT.
"It is indeed. Now goodbye, for of you I do not trust," he says, and vanishes.
Death shrugs his bony shoulders. MORTALS. he says helplessly. He sits down, pulls out a newspaper, and begins reading.
He feels the presence of someone reading over his shoulder.
Whoever it is sees that he is reading the obituaries. Death slowly turns his head around to see who it is.
He sees nothing.
* He has truesight. If he still sees nothing:*
He looks around. WHO IS THERE? He says.
*I homebrewed a very special invisibility.*
"Try and guess," comes the response.
*I see. No, actually I don't.*
FURSHII? IS THAT YOU?
*Ha, good one!*
"Do you really think I would leave and come back instantly?" He seems to realise he just revealed it was him."Ah, crap,"he says, and becomes visible.
Death shakes his head and chuckles, a sound that could cause cheese to age a hundred years.
"You have a fun laugh. Like Santa, but evil."
EVIL? I WOULDN'T SAY EVIL. MAYBE MORBID, OR DARK, BUT NOT EVIL.
YOU KNOW SANTA? HE IS AN INTERESTING FELLOW. I HAD TO STEP IN HIS PLACE ONCE A LONG TIME AGO. HE WENT MISSING, AND SOMEBODY HAD TO DELIVER THE PRESENTS.
*Is this a nightmare before Christmas reference*
*I have no idea but I hope so*
"I didn't call you evil, but your laugh is not unlike other villain's. And yes, I know Santa. Where did he go missing to?"
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"Yes, I do, actually, for I am descended from him. This staff has more power than you, and I am more powerful than it."
I SEE. His pale grin widens. IF THAT IS THE CHOICE YOU WISH TO MAKE, SO BE IT.
"It is indeed. Now goodbye, for of you I do not trust," he says, and vanishes.
Death shrugs his bony shoulders. MORTALS. he says helplessly. He sits down, pulls out a newspaper, and begins reading.
He feels the presence of someone reading over his shoulder.
Whoever it is sees that he is reading the obituaries. Death slowly turns his head around to see who it is.
He sees nothing.
* He has truesight. If he still sees nothing:*
He looks around. WHO IS THERE? He says.
*I homebrewed a very special invisibility.*
"Try and guess," comes the response.
*I see. No, actually I don't.*
FURSHII? IS THAT YOU?
*Ha, good one!*
"Do you really think I would leave and come back instantly?" He seems to realise he just revealed it was him."Ah, crap,"he says, and becomes visible.
Death shakes his head and chuckles, a sound that could cause cheese to age a hundred years.
"You have a fun laugh. Like Santa, but evil."
EVIL? I WOULDN'T SAY EVIL. MAYBE MORBID, OR DARK, BUT NOT EVIL.
YOU KNOW SANTA? HE IS AN INTERESTING FELLOW. I HAD TO STEP IN HIS PLACE ONCE A LONG TIME AGO. HE WENT MISSING, AND SOMEBODY HAD TO DELIVER THE PRESENTS.
*Is this a nightmare before Christmas reference*
*I have no idea but I hope so*
"I didn't call you evil, but your laugh is not unlike other villain's. And yes, I know Santa. Where did he go missing to?"
IT IS A LONG STORY, BUT YOU KNOW KRAMPUS. ALWAYS TRYING TO RUIN GOOD THINGS. I HAD TO STEP IN FOR SANTA IN ORDER TO KEEP THE BELIEF IN HIM ALIVE. FOR SOME REASON PEOPLE HAVE TROUBLE BELIEVING THE CHUBBY HOUSE BURGLAR FLIES AROUND ANNUALLY TO DELIVER PRESENTS. HUMANS NEED TO BELIEVE IN THE SMALL, IMPOSSIBLE THINGS BEFORE THEY CAN START BELIEVING IN THE BIG IMPOSSIBLE THINGS. LIKE THAT THERE IS A REASON TO LIVE.
"Yes, I do, actually, for I am descended from him. This staff has more power than you, and I am more powerful than it."
I SEE. His pale grin widens. IF THAT IS THE CHOICE YOU WISH TO MAKE, SO BE IT.
"It is indeed. Now goodbye, for of you I do not trust," he says, and vanishes.
Death shrugs his bony shoulders. MORTALS. he says helplessly. He sits down, pulls out a newspaper, and begins reading.
He feels the presence of someone reading over his shoulder.
Whoever it is sees that he is reading the obituaries. Death slowly turns his head around to see who it is.
He sees nothing.
* He has truesight. If he still sees nothing:*
He looks around. WHO IS THERE? He says.
*I homebrewed a very special invisibility.*
"Try and guess," comes the response.
*I see. No, actually I don't.*
FURSHII? IS THAT YOU?
*Ha, good one!*
"Do you really think I would leave and come back instantly?" He seems to realise he just revealed it was him."Ah, crap,"he says, and becomes visible.
Death shakes his head and chuckles, a sound that could cause cheese to age a hundred years.
"You have a fun laugh. Like Santa, but evil."
EVIL? I WOULDN'T SAY EVIL. MAYBE MORBID, OR DARK, BUT NOT EVIL.
YOU KNOW SANTA? HE IS AN INTERESTING FELLOW. I HAD TO STEP IN HIS PLACE ONCE A LONG TIME AGO. HE WENT MISSING, AND SOMEBODY HAD TO DELIVER THE PRESENTS.
*Is this a nightmare before Christmas reference*
*I have no idea but I hope so*
"I didn't call you evil, but your laugh is not unlike other villain's. And yes, I know Santa. Where did he go missing to?"
IT IS A LONG STORY, BUT YOU KNOW KRAMPUS. ALWAYS TRYING TO RUIN GOOD THINGS. I HAD TO STEP IN FOR SANTA IN ORDER TO KEEP THE BELIEF IN HIM ALIVE. FOR SOME REASON PEOPLE HAVE TROUBLE BELIEVING THE CHUBBY HOUSE BURGLAR FLIES AROUND ANNUALLY TO DELIVER PRESENTS. HUMANS NEED TO BELIEVE IN THE SMALL, IMPOSSIBLE THINGS BEFORE THEY CAN START BELIEVING IN THE BIG IMPOSSIBLE THINGS. LIKE THAT THERE IS A REASON TO LIVE.
IN ORDER TO INSURE NOTHING LIKE THAT HAPPENED AGAIN, I GAVE MOTHER BEFANA A MAGIC BROOM AND NOW SHE WORKS ON CHRISTMAS TOO. SANTA REALLY APPRECIATED IT, IT HAS TAKEN A BIG LOAD OFF HIS SHOULDERS, AND IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO HIM, BEFANA CAN TAKE ON A LITTLE EXTRA WORK AND MAKE SURE THE PRESENTS ARE STILL DELIVERED. I WOULD PREFER NOT TO PLAY SANTA AGAIN, NEARLY SCARED SOME KIDS TO DEATH WHEN THEY SAW A SKELETON IN SANTA'S SUIT CRAWL OUT OF THEIR CHIMNEY. He chuckles again.
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AND YOU BELIEVE YOUR FLEETING FORM OF DUST COULD WITHSTAND A FORCE THAT MIGHT BE ABLE TO RIVAL MY OWN?
"Yes, I do, actually, for I am descended from him. This staff has more power than you, and I am more powerful than it."
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
I SEE. His pale grin widens. IF THAT IS THE CHOICE YOU WISH TO MAKE, SO BE IT.
"It is indeed. Now goodbye, for of you I do not trust," he says, and vanishes.
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
Death shrugs his bony shoulders. MORTALS. he says helplessly. He sits down, pulls out a newspaper, and begins reading.
He feels the presence of someone reading over his shoulder.
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
Whoever it is sees that he is reading the obituaries. Death slowly turns his head around to see who it is.
He sees nothing.
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
* He has truesight. If he still sees nothing:*
He looks around. WHO IS THERE? He says.
*I homebrewed a very special invisibility.*
"Try and guess," comes the response.
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waitin on ya, ella
*I see. No, actually I don't.*
FURSHII? IS THAT YOU?
*Ha, good one!*
"Do you really think I would leave and come back instantly?" He seems to realise he just revealed it was him. "Ah, crap," he says, and becomes visible.
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
Death shakes his head and chuckles, a sound that could cause cheese to age a hundred years.
"You have a fun laugh. Like Santa, but evil."
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
EVIL? I WOULDN'T SAY EVIL. MAYBE MORBID, OR DARK, BUT NOT EVIL.
YOU KNOW SANTA? HE IS AN INTERESTING FELLOW. I HAD TO STEP IN HIS PLACE ONCE A LONG TIME AGO. HE WENT MISSING, AND SOMEBODY HAD TO DELIVER THE PRESENTS.
*Is this a nightmare before Christmas reference*
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I am The Grand Envisioner!
*I have no idea but I hope so*
"I didn't call you evil, but your laugh is not unlike other villain's. And yes, I know Santa. Where did he go missing to?"
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
IT IS A LONG STORY, BUT YOU KNOW KRAMPUS. ALWAYS TRYING TO RUIN GOOD THINGS. I HAD TO STEP IN FOR SANTA IN ORDER TO KEEP THE BELIEF IN HIM ALIVE. FOR SOME REASON PEOPLE HAVE TROUBLE BELIEVING THE CHUBBY HOUSE BURGLAR FLIES AROUND ANNUALLY TO DELIVER PRESENTS. HUMANS NEED TO BELIEVE IN THE SMALL, IMPOSSIBLE THINGS BEFORE THEY CAN START BELIEVING IN THE BIG IMPOSSIBLE THINGS. LIKE THAT THERE IS A REASON TO LIVE.
IN ORDER TO INSURE NOTHING LIKE THAT HAPPENED AGAIN, I GAVE MOTHER BEFANA A MAGIC BROOM AND NOW SHE WORKS ON CHRISTMAS TOO. SANTA REALLY APPRECIATED IT, IT HAS TAKEN A BIG LOAD OFF HIS SHOULDERS, AND IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO HIM, BEFANA CAN TAKE ON A LITTLE EXTRA WORK AND MAKE SURE THE PRESENTS ARE STILL DELIVERED. I WOULD PREFER NOT TO PLAY SANTA AGAIN, NEARLY SCARED SOME KIDS TO DEATH WHEN THEY SAW A SKELETON IN SANTA'S SUIT CRAWL OUT OF THEIR CHIMNEY. He chuckles again.