*on mobile rn, so unfortunately it would be pretty hard for me to do the robbery, I'm sorry Dutch. And everyone. But I'm here for a bit of rp, or whatever you're characters want/need*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The skeletal face of the Grim Sweeper looks up the pipe. He sighs a sigh that could awaken a sense of mortality in a rock. WHY IS THIS ALWAYS EVERYONE'S FIRST REACTION? YOU CAN COME DOWN FLINT. I AM NOT COMING FOR YOUR SOUL.
WHO AM I? I AM DEATH. THE GRIM SWEEPER, COLLECTOR OF THE SOULS OF THE DEAD. NICE TO MEET YOU.
WHAT DO I WANT WITH YOU? NOT MUCH. YOU ARE SIMPLY HAVING A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE, WHICH MEANS I AM HAVING A NEAR FLINT EXPERIENCE. He jabs you with a bony elbow and grins wickedly. His face is a skull though, so grinning is kind of his default setting. LIVING IN THE SEWERS ISN'T VERY SANITARY. YOU HAVE SOME DEADLY BACTERIA BATTLING YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM RIGHT NOW. YOU CAN'T FEEL IT, BUT YOU ARE INCREDIBLY CLOSE TO DEATH IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. BUT AS I HAVE SAID, THIS IS A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE, YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM IS QUITE POWERFUL AND WILL WIN IN THE END. AMAZING HOW TINY CIRCUMSTANCES THAT WE CAN'T SEE OR IMAGINE CAN HAVE SUCH MASSIVE AFFECTS ON OUR LIVES, ISN'T IT?
HOW DO I KNOW YOUR NAME? I KNOW EVERYBODY'S NAME. ITS PART OF THE JOB.
The Grim Sweeper takes the form of a tall, skeletal figure enshrouded with a cloak of the darkest shadow. He is very dusty, and he holds a large broom in one bony hand.
Flint's face goes deathly pale in fear. Actually, it probably already is deathly pale but still... 'Um, thanks for the public service announcement, and thanks for telling me I'll survive. I've been living in sewers since pretty much forever, and I don't intend to leave. Unless it's really gonna kill me.'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The specter of Death shrugs, YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT. YOU HAVE BUILT UP AN INCREDIBLY STRONG IMMUNE SYSTEM OVER THE YEARS. IT IS INCREDIBLE ACTUALLY.
You notice he is holding a book in one of his skeletal hands. He looks around at the surrounding sewers in interest. He seems to blend with the shadows quite well. It is hard to tell where Death ends and where the shadows begin.
A FUN PLACE TO LIVE? HOW CAN I AGREE? I DO NOT LIVE HERE. I DO NOT LIVE ANYWHERE. TECHNICALLY I DO NOT LIVE. He grins again, but this one is a strange grin. It is mixed with humor and something else...
TRUE, Death nods, BUT HONORING THEIR BODY IS A WAY TO RESPECT THE DEAD.
He seems to ponder this for a moment, DEATH SEEMS TO BE SEEN AS AN ACHIEVEMENT. YOU HONOR AND VOW TO REMEMBER THOSE WHO HAVE DIED, EVEN IF THEY DID NOT DO MUCH TO DESERVE IT. IT TURNS OUT TO BE AN EMPTY PROMISE ANYWAY. MANY OF THE DEAD HAVE BEEN COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN FROM ANY MORTAL MIND. BUT THAT HAS NO AFFECT ON THEM NOW. DEAD AND FORGOTTEN BY ALL BUT ME.
He smiles strangely, SORRY IF THAT GOT DARK. I GUESS IT IS MY NATURE. I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO WORK AGAINST THAT.
*on mobile rn, so unfortunately it would be pretty hard for me to do the robbery, I'm sorry Dutch. And everyone. But I'm here for a bit of rp, or whatever you're characters want/need*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*no problem.io, the robbery can wait. And yes, I'm up for a bit of rp. Flint is in the sewer under YonStore, maybe scavenging 4 + 3*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*With that roll I'm guessing he finds something good*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Flint feels a cold shadow loom up behind him. A dark, heavy voice says, WHY HELLO THERE FLINT.
Flint screams and crawls up into a pipe, getting himself covered in sludge
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The skeletal face of the Grim Sweeper looks up the pipe. He sighs a sigh that could awaken a sense of mortality in a rock. WHY IS THIS ALWAYS EVERYONE'S FIRST REACTION? YOU CAN COME DOWN FLINT. I AM NOT COMING FOR YOUR SOUL.
Flint slithers out of the pipe back into the main tunnel. 'Who are you? What do you want with me? How do you know my name?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
WHO AM I? I AM DEATH. THE GRIM SWEEPER, COLLECTOR OF THE SOULS OF THE DEAD. NICE TO MEET YOU.
WHAT DO I WANT WITH YOU? NOT MUCH. YOU ARE SIMPLY HAVING A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE, WHICH MEANS I AM HAVING A NEAR FLINT EXPERIENCE. He jabs you with a bony elbow and grins wickedly. His face is a skull though, so grinning is kind of his default setting. LIVING IN THE SEWERS ISN'T VERY SANITARY. YOU HAVE SOME DEADLY BACTERIA BATTLING YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM RIGHT NOW. YOU CAN'T FEEL IT, BUT YOU ARE INCREDIBLY CLOSE TO DEATH IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. BUT AS I HAVE SAID, THIS IS A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE, YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM IS QUITE POWERFUL AND WILL WIN IN THE END. AMAZING HOW TINY CIRCUMSTANCES THAT WE CAN'T SEE OR IMAGINE CAN HAVE SUCH MASSIVE AFFECTS ON OUR LIVES, ISN'T IT?
HOW DO I KNOW YOUR NAME? I KNOW EVERYBODY'S NAME. ITS PART OF THE JOB.
The Grim Sweeper takes the form of a tall, skeletal figure enshrouded with a cloak of the darkest shadow. He is very dusty, and he holds a large broom in one bony hand.
Flint's face goes deathly pale in fear. Actually, it probably already is deathly pale but still... 'Um, thanks for the public service announcement, and thanks for telling me I'll survive. I've been living in sewers since pretty much forever, and I don't intend to leave. Unless it's really gonna kill me.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The specter of Death shrugs, YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT. YOU HAVE BUILT UP AN INCREDIBLY STRONG IMMUNE SYSTEM OVER THE YEARS. IT IS INCREDIBLE ACTUALLY.
You notice he is holding a book in one of his skeletal hands. He looks around at the surrounding sewers in interest. He seems to blend with the shadows quite well. It is hard to tell where Death ends and where the shadows begin.
'Um, thanks! I do try to adapt to this place. It's a fun place to live, don't ya agree?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A FUN PLACE TO LIVE? HOW CAN I AGREE? I DO NOT LIVE HERE. I DO NOT LIVE ANYWHERE. TECHNICALLY I DO NOT LIVE. He grins again, but this one is a strange grin. It is mixed with humor and something else...
'Ok, then, a fun place to be. Anyway, I guess you'd like it because of all the dead people drifting by.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
I HAVE BEEN DOWN HERE OFTEN ENOUGH. I HAVE NO LOVE FOR DEAD BODIES. He shrugs, I CARE MORE FOR THE SOULS OF THE DEAD.
'Course ya do. Souls are infinitely more valuable. Bodies are just empty shells, ripe for picking their pockets. Souls, they're sacred.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*gtg bye*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
TRUE, Death nods, BUT HONORING THEIR BODY IS A WAY TO RESPECT THE DEAD.
He seems to ponder this for a moment, DEATH SEEMS TO BE SEEN AS AN ACHIEVEMENT. YOU HONOR AND VOW TO REMEMBER THOSE WHO HAVE DIED, EVEN IF THEY DID NOT DO MUCH TO DESERVE IT. IT TURNS OUT TO BE AN EMPTY PROMISE ANYWAY. MANY OF THE DEAD HAVE BEEN COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN FROM ANY MORTAL MIND. BUT THAT HAS NO AFFECT ON THEM NOW. DEAD AND FORGOTTEN BY ALL BUT ME.
He smiles strangely, SORRY IF THAT GOT DARK. I GUESS IT IS MY NATURE. I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO WORK AGAINST THAT.
*Fare thee well*
'Not a problem, Death. A little too dark is better than a lot too shallow'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
YOU DON'T DROWN IN THE SHALLOW THOUGH, BUT YOU DO IN THE DEEP. Death replies.
'Ya got a fair point there though. Too deep is bad, just like too dark. But the depth down here is just right, ya agree?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.