Grimm
Grimm turned to face the smaller girl who came over to him, his eyes showing nothing but cool indifference towards her. 'I really want to ignore her, but this is part of my training as a reaper. No matter how dumb and pointless I think it is, I should try my best to interact,if for no other reason than to get my father off my back.'
"It's a good hobby to get into, especially at a young age. If you wish, you can look through any of my sketchbooks, except for the one I'm using of course." Grimm said, reaching into his backpack and pulling them all out. After he did that, he went back to his coloring, a look of intense concentration on his face. THe first sketchbook, titled "The Living", was obviously new and hardly used, and only had 3 completed drawings, of which were of a dog, a woman and a man kissing passionately in the rain, and one of the group when Kiri had jumped out of the closet, however this one had yet to be colored. While the drawings were excellent, and rather realistic, their was something off about all of them, they lacked a certain vibrance, a look of life and feeling. It was something only another artist would be able to notice.
His other book, "The Vengeful Dead", was filled with nothing but drawings of terrifying imagery and intense gore, all showing undead monsters such as ghosts and skeletons attacking the living as well as just being pictured in all of their awe-inspiring horror. It was well worn and well used, and was about half-way full. His final book, however, was the oldest, and had many signs of repairs that had been made to keep it together. This one was called "Death as I see it" an began with many pictures of peaceful looking corpses, skeletons, and ghosts of all sorts, all simply just existing in harmony with the world around them. The more recent ones near the end, however, were much darker and the depictions of the dead one of fear and despair. IN the corner of the pages were tiny messages, some in a language that was impossible for Rei to understand, but one stood out in the very back of the book, that fully caught her attention.
"Why am I afraid?"It was written over and over the entirety of the last page, and if she were to hold the book away from her and scrunch her eyes, Rei would see the words meld together to show a picture of a lone boy in a dark room, surrounded by terrifying reaper-like figures wielding a variety of scythes, The look of terror and confusion on the boy's face was so realistic, but even more shocking was who the boy was.
It was Grimm, and his fear was death.
While Rei was looking through the drawing, Grimm was having trouble focusing on his work. His head was killing him, and his nose felt all congested. It was making him increasingly frustrated, and soon, he gave up trying to work, glancing over all the people in the room with his Reaper's eye. '
Someone in here is not a normal human. . . bingo, there's the death avoiding asshole' Grimm glared at the janitor, seeing that while he was human, he had no connection to death, or at least not a clear one. He was the one setting off Grimm's allergies, and he wasn't going to stand for it. Rules be damned, he wasn't about to have this guy get in the way of his drawing. Normally, Grimm would have just left the room, but his frustration and headache was clouding his good judgement.
"You," he said pointing directly at Walt, "Please leave, your disconnection from death is causing my allergies to flare. . . and you're bothering the blonde male as well with your line of questioning." He added the lat part as an after though and continued to glare at the janitor, as if willing him to disappear, before he suddenly let out a loud sneeze, soon followed by another one, and this kept up for a while before he finally settled down, setting his head on the table with a groan.
"Stupid allergies!"
Revan
Revan walked on to the campus with a yawn, wondering why the headmaster has made him come here in the morning, other than the fact that he was hired for both night and day due to the fact that he didn't even need to sleep. Entering the currently crowded area, e raised an eye brow as he noticed quite a few immortal presences in this place, including two old friends. or were they enemies, he could never remember.
'Well, well, if it isn't Sariel and Samael. Been a while since I've seen them, should probably go say hi, see what they've been up to. I think I'll talk to the nutty one first, she's always interesting, though if she tried to cut me with that damn sickle of hers, things will not end well.' Samael, strong as she was, wouldn't handle his soul if she tried to consume it, and he was bound to the earth so he couldn't be sent to Hell, nor would they want him there either, so he had no idea what would happen if she did.. Still, what's life without taking a little risks, and maybe they'd be able to have a nice fight. . . . probably not with Sariel around, she was such a damn buzzkill. A hot buzzkill, like Samael was a hot psychopath, but still a buzzkill. At least the psycho would be more open to having some kind of fun.
With his decision made, Revan moved through the crowd, not even trying to hide his demonic presence, which was staggering to those who could feel such things, and approached the unstable red head with a lazy grin on his face.
"Hello Samael, long time, no see. What is a beautifully insane person like you doing as a maid of all things, and in a school. In fact, whose brilliant idea was it to let you be around children, as that is not a very smart idea, even with your buzzkill of a bodyguard. Oh, speaking of guards, I'll be working here from now on as a member of staff security, a pain but I actually have a son to take care of. You'll now him when you see him, and word of advice, don't go near him." Revan's face went became very dark for a second, his demonic aura intensifying for a second, before he went back to his lazy self.
"But seriously, how have you been since I saw you last, however long ago that was?"
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