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[bread_goes_bip]

[Out and about in Mayfield]

[Death has been assigned a job a door to door makeup saleslady. Naturally, the first thing she did was use the samples to at least get close to her usual look. She's managed to get decently close on the eyemakeup, even if this definitely not what that eyeliner was intended for. She had to deal with red lipstick though.

Short version: She is going to be knocking on your door with a case of makeup. And whether the door is answered by a man or woman, they will be greeted with]

Hi, are you interested in makeup? The selection is a bit limited, but it's something at least!


[308 Miller]

[Come school dismissal time, she's hurried home in hopes of getting to the kettle first]

Comments

[bread_goes_bip]

I'm an anthropomorphic personification of an aspect of the universe.

[convallariaceae.livejournal.com]

The personification of the concept of death. My my now isn't that just confusing.

Though, if you truly are as you say, then I am curious to know how it feels being locked into such a limited form that is susceptible to the very concept you once used to represent.

[bread_goes_bip]

It's... strange. I've been mortal before, but never for more than a day. It worries me that the town can even do this.

[convallariaceae.livejournal.com]

Concerns you, does it?

Yes, in this world those who run this town have absolute control over all aspects of life and death. They cannot be opposed, and truly all hope is lost.

Though I do hope you enjoy our stay. One such as myself should be on friendly terms with Death, I should think. Since it does not seem I will never experience the concept I should at least know it in some other small way.