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sixwordstories2015-05-04 01:42 am
illegalsinmybottom) wrote in sixwordstories2015-05-04 01:42 am
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[Runs over to a corpse, swearing]
"Sorry, sir, but-- I'll have to ask you to get back!" This young woman standing over said corpse acts like she knows what in Hell she's doing, even if she barely has a clue... How did this person die? Was it Avada Kedavra? Or just a heart attack, maybe? Possibly an aneurysm of some sort...? It wasn't really her job to wonder, she had to remind herself; it was her job to secure the scene and return the body to the nearest available Healer to make the cause-of-death determination...
"I need to check the corpse. Get an ID y'know. I'm security responsible here," he lies and tries to get around her. He needs to release the soul. It had gone so fast so he barely had any time to react. Every minute would be torture for the poor soul.
"Oh, aye? You're security, are you? Well, then, Sir," and she bites that honorific off like she's chewing through a damned stale piece of bread, "I should very much appreciate a word with you, soon as the Coroner takes the body away..." She grimaced slightly, as she realised that if her partner did n't turn up soon, she would have to play at the role of "Coroner" for herself, and hope that this young man wasn't going to stick around too long, else her own lie would be discovered rather quickly.... "I mean, an ID? Well, then, why don't we look for an ID...?" And she attempted to push the young man back, that she might have a moment free to kneel and search for an ID on the body herself, only to feel a strange-- chill go through her, as she came into contact with his shoulders.... "Urgh!" she groaned out, letting loose of his shoulders rather quickly.
He doesn't look to happy about her tone. Yes, it was a lie but he was used to lying by now. But she was in his way at the moment, something he didn't appreciate that much. As she pushes him back he notices her rather strange behaviour. He gives her a look before taking the moment to kneel down by the corpse and run his hand briefly over his leg. Then he makes an effort to look the part.
"Maybe you should call an ambulance. Would help this man more than playing vigilante," he commented as he searched the body. Crap, he won't be able to steal any money now.
"Maybe you should call an ambulance. Would help this man more than playing vigilante," he commented as he searched the body. Crap, he won't be able to steal any money now.
[[Ooc: Y' know, I would not be surprised at ALL if this Potter-verse witch wasn't next on your Reaper Hit-list, Mason my dear... ; ) So... yeah, just lmk if you want to play it out that way! x 3 <33]]
"Merlin's gristled eyeballs! You-- you feel like I was just touching a bloody Dementor!" she hissed at him, once she'd sufficiently recovered from the chill she just experienced to remember her words again-- although really, they weren't words she really ought to be using in front of a Muggle! "What the Hell are you, anyway?"
"Merlin's gristled eyeballs! You-- you feel like I was just touching a bloody Dementor!" she hissed at him, once she'd sufficiently recovered from the chill she just experienced to remember her words again-- although really, they weren't words she really ought to be using in front of a Muggle! "What the Hell are you, anyway?"
((He only reaps those whose time is out. A reaper is not allowed to reap whoever he likes.))
He goes through the man's pockets and checks his ID. He's tempted to steal the money but he has to constrain himself. He then looks up at tge woman. He's not familiar with Dementors so he doesn't know what she means.. "What you going on about?" He asks and frowns.
He goes through the man's pockets and checks his ID. He's tempted to steal the money but he has to constrain himself. He then looks up at tge woman. He's not familiar with Dementors so he doesn't know what she means.. "What you going on about?" He asks and frowns.
Edited 2015-05-04 01:04 (UTC)
[Not that she has anything to do with said corpse, Tess is keeping an eye out from a discreet distance. This could be very interesting.]
[Not realizing he's watched Mason makes his way over. He kneels down and checks his pockets. He finds the man's wallet and empties it on cash. He puts it into his own pockets before reaping tge soul with a gentle touch. Then he stands up and looks around for tge soul he had rekeased to help him move on, still unaware he's being watched.]
[[Ooc: oh, yes, I KNOW that much... I'm not suggesting that Mason take her out just because she's annoying him, but-- because it actually is her time to go.... x 3 <333 Like it is almost every night I write with her, isn't that right, dear? LOL! "...You're really not funny, typist..." Of course you would fail to see the humour, wouldn't you, dear?]]
"What am I on about? What are you on about!? It's summer, nearly enough at least, and yet-- you're standing there, feeling like a ruddy ice block!" Maria grimaced again, as she realised that he was really not a Dementor, after all; Dementors had never been so creative as to use Human Shields themselves...
"What am I on about? What are you on about!? It's summer, nearly enough at least, and yet-- you're standing there, feeling like a ruddy ice block!" Maria grimaced again, as she realised that he was really not a Dementor, after all; Dementors had never been so creative as to use Human Shields themselves...
[Petty thievery aside, yep, interesting. She touches her ear and speaks in a low voice.]
Watchtower, get a bead on potential hostile in Sector five.
Watchtower, get a bead on potential hostile in Sector five.
((Death is pretty much permanent. But sure, maybe down the line.))
"I'm not cold," Mason said and frowned slightly not entirely sure where she was coming from. In all his years he had never been accused of being cold before. He then spotted the soul and headed in its direction. "I ought to go now," he said and walked towards the soul, greeting it.
"I'm not cold," Mason said and frowned slightly not entirely sure where she was coming from. In all his years he had never been accused of being cold before. He then spotted the soul and headed in its direction. "I ought to go now," he said and walked towards the soul, greeting it.
[The soul of the passed stood there looking at his body. Mason walked up to him and beguj talking. He explained that the man was dead and that he would lead him on to the afterlife. The man seems to understand although he's shocked. For someone else Mason may look a bit crazy as he talked to the soul, as it looked like he talks to himself. He the started moving out of the area with the soul not realizing people had started to track him.]
Ten minutes, Watchtower; I'm going in.
[Keeping to the shadows as best she can, Tess follows, unable to see or hear anything but Mason himself. But she's got experience on her side and she's nothing if not a believer in the strange and unusual. If she's lucky, she might even get some of this on video.]
[Keeping to the shadows as best she can, Tess follows, unable to see or hear anything but Mason himself. But she's got experience on her side and she's nothing if not a believer in the strange and unusual. If she's lucky, she might even get some of this on video.]
*There's a man standing over it with a knife, giggling mindlessly and grinning. He smiles at Mason and waves.* Hello, friend! Want to help me decorate?
[It's not the first time he had dealt with the victims of a murderer. But they usually don't hang around. Mason can't be killed but he'd prefer not to get hurt. It's painful.]
Jus gping to check his pockets really quick then he's all yours. [With that he checks his pockets, releasing the soul in the process, and steals any cash he might be carrying. Gotta pay the bills after all. ]
Jus gping to check his pockets really quick then he's all yours. [With that he checks his pockets, releasing the soul in the process, and steals any cash he might be carrying. Gotta pay the bills after all. ]
Very smart and productive of you, friend! You should be working for StrexCorp! *And the man opens a third eye on his forehead, just a bit.* We're an equal opportunity employer, I'm sure you'd be welcome!
[Mason walks down the road in the direction towards the outskirts of the town. He got a feeling off being watched by something otger than tge recently passed. He occasionally gllances around and try to act casual, only ocasionally exchanging words with the dead.]
((Does that third eye grant any supernatural abilities which lets your character see that Mason is a grim reaper?))
Thanks mate but I already got a job. [Mason stood up and nodded towards the soul he had just reaped.]
Thanks mate but I already got a job. [Mason stood up and nodded towards the soul he had just reaped.]
Edited 2015-05-04 10:13 (UTC)
In canon Kevin may or may not be psychic, a demon, or both and more. It's complicated.
free_r_kevin
2015-05-04 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
{Whatever he is, he's also brainwashed as hell and probably needs rescuing. My journal has more.}
*He grins, stares fixedly and waves his knife.* I'm sure that Strex can get you something better. Something perfect. Your perfect self!
*He grins, stares fixedly and waves his knife.* I'm sure that Strex can get you something better. Something perfect. Your perfect self!
In myths a third eye usually makes you see that which is unseen, so it could be possible
illegalsinmybottom
2015-05-04 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I wish I could but I got a commitment I can't get out of. But cheers to you for finding a perfect job. Well done. [He gives the freak thumbs up and backs towards the soul. He turn his head to the deceased. ]
What a way to go mate. Now come along so we get the hell out of here.
What a way to go mate. Now come along so we get the hell out of here.
Welcome To Night Vale is the kind of setting where anything can happen and usually does . . .
free_r_kevin
2015-05-04 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
What a shame. Don't worry, though, I'm sure Strex can get you out of it!
*The dead man has a similar fixed grin to Kevin's. Also antlers, possibly, or an elephant trunk--it's hard to tell which for some reason. He indicates a desire to stay and haunt the local bowling alley via blinking in Morse code. Considering that they're in Desert Bluffs, this is all perfectly normal.*
*The dead man has a similar fixed grin to Kevin's. Also antlers, possibly, or an elephant trunk--it's hard to tell which for some reason. He indicates a desire to stay and haunt the local bowling alley via blinking in Morse code. Considering that they're in Desert Bluffs, this is all perfectly normal.*
No you can't stay. You have to go, so come along. [He addresses the soul firmly. He has run across stubborn souls before. They have to go for the balance of things.]
It's a lifetime commitment. Really firm rules. No way out of it. I have to go now.
It's a lifetime commitment. Really firm rules. No way out of it. I have to go now.
*The soul has now wandered off and is chanting about a Smiling God in Weird French. Sorry about that.*
Sounds familiar! *Kevin isn't quite smiling as hard now. You might say his eyes are watering, but not quite.* I remember when I had choices. I think I do, anyway. But I learned to stop protesting, stop fighting, and believe! Believe in a Smiling God!
StrexCorp! It! Is! Everything! *He twitches gently for a bit, then shoves a hand into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of little yellow pills with smiley faces on them.*
Sounds familiar! *Kevin isn't quite smiling as hard now. You might say his eyes are watering, but not quite.* I remember when I had choices. I think I do, anyway. But I learned to stop protesting, stop fighting, and believe! Believe in a Smiling God!
StrexCorp! It! Is! Everything! *He twitches gently for a bit, then shoves a hand into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of little yellow pills with smiley faces on them.*
[He's just watching quietly, a cigarette loosely held in one hand. Looks nasty over there.]
Happens fast.
Happens fast.
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