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[bread_goes_bip]

[Home: 308 Miller Street]

[A package from the post office has arrived at the house. Death opens it to find a goldfish bowl with two goldfish in it.]

Well Slim, Wandsworth, what would be a good place for you?

[And how is this going to go with Rincewind...]


[Visiting: 726 Anderson]

[Death knocks on the door and waits for someone to answer. She's here to check on Edward, but is always up for conversation with the rest of the clan.]


[Shopping: Pet Store]

[Regains are often lacking in the appropriate supplies. So Death can be found at the pet store purchasing fish necessities.]

Okay, got the flakes, there have to be some brine shrimp here somewhere...


[Out and About Mayfield]

[After finishing her shopping, Death takes a meandering route home. If she sees you and can tell you're not a drone, she'll approach you.]

Good afternoon!

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[bread_goes_bip]

I'm not dicking you around. I don't play games with human lives.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"Well someone let that lunatic that shot him come back but I end up in the hospital for a month when I try and fix things. You care to explain that?"

[bread_goes_bip]

I don't control that. I divide life from all that comes before and all that comes after. That's all.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

[There is the distinct look of NONE of that at all making any sense at all]

"So... That black lantern thing, and all the times I got plastered for trying to stop mass extinctions and what not wasn't you?"

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death actually manages to sound irritated. It's a rare tone for her.]

That Black Lantern business was a giant headache.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"You have a gift for understatement, but if that wasn't you, is that the guy?"

[bread_goes_bip]

It was never going to last. Meddling in my domain isn't sustainable, it always get straightened out eventually.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"Nothing is forever... But that let the jerk that killed him out. Which balances the scales in a real bad way from where I'm standing.... Ugh, being stuck here while he's out."

[There is the look of a man who really wants a desk to bang his head against]

[bread_goes_bip]

It's pretty frustrating, isn't it?

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"......Its a crime. It really is. But sometimes everything about home seems like its one."

[bread_goes_bip]

Sometimes it's hard to make sense of anything when you're in the middle of it.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"Then what do you suggest?"

[bread_goes_bip]

It'll all become clearer when it's over and done with.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"Huh?"

[bread_goes_bip]

A lot of the time you need some distance before anything can make sense.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well I don't think I'm getting that any time soon."

[bread_goes_bip]

It always feels like that. You'll get through it, don't you worry.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

[There was a grumpy look, when an idea formed in his head. A terrible terrible idea. Mostly because anything inspired by Bill and Ted movies has to be a terrible idea.]

"Hey! Aren't you supposed to like offer a game of... What was it in that movie... Chess? No.. I think it was Battleship.. Or Clue... Or Twister.. I don't remember! But something like that to get another chance or something?!"

[bread_goes_bip]

I don't play games and I don't make deals. I just don't.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

[He just sighs]

"You know... I'm not giving up. If Supes and Batsy can come back every other Thursday, someone's gotta look out for the little guy too."

[bread_goes_bip]

It might happen. Sometimes these things get... complicated.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"Complicated how?"

[bread_goes_bip]

People don't always stay where they ought. More and more, these days. Sometimes it's meant to happen, sometimes people are meddling in things they shouldn't.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

"All that stuff is over my head really. Just like most of the time stuff Rip goes on about, I just know when things seem wrong."