BunniesOfDoom

Umbra Rose Condos

There we go. It's now late afternoon. Consider around 7 pm. Also... It's the start of the first event I have planned. Let's see if you can figure out what it is.

@Dragonydas

Ohhh a mysterious event! Yay!

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

Finally. The girl understood just who was actually locked away in this mat suit, finally. As Death watched the two walk back up the stairs, he couldn't help but feel hope. She said she would be back to free him somehow and he hoped that that was true. He desperately needed to get out of that cage, for starters. Once outside of the stupid cage, he could start working on finding that stupid magician's book and find a way out of this body.

He leaned his head against the bars of the cage, closing his eyes as if trying to block out the sounds of the hundreds of thousands of people begging to be released from their torment, calling out for him continuously. It had never been this bad before. Even when the original magician trapped him all those centuries ago, he released him not long after. At least he understood that there had to be balance on the world but this new magician. Dammit he was an idiot! He was willing to let the whole world go to shit so he could get even a chance at immortality. It drove Death nuts! He couldn't even imagine the chaos the reapers were trying to handle on their own. They were probably running about like chickens with their heads cut off.

Death sighed as the magician turned the lights off once more and left Death in the dark. He could only hope that what he gave the girl would kick start something, anything at this point.

Meanwhile, back with the mortal girl, as she drew the circles on the ground, Death's magic crackled through her, deep Primordial magic that thrummed with the very essence of the world. When she released some of it into the circle, the lights in her apartment flickered and dimmed. Her protective circle flashed violently as Death's magic spread within the circle, crashing against the walls of the barrier. The world grew dark and quiet, as if the black magic that swirled within the protective circle was absorbing all the sounds and light from around it. There came a quiet hum from the magic, as if thousands of voices called out from within its abyss. Then the first reaper appeared within her apartment.

A dark figure without a face stepped out from within the shadows. Its head swiveled back and forth as if searching for someone.Then a second reaper stepped out from the shadows, then a third. The reapers continued to come into her apartment, one by one, as if she had called them to her, each looking around as if confused by their surroundings or perhaps company. Soon, the room was jam packed with reapers and others began to spawn in the other rooms of her home and even out into the sidewalk and street around it. They said nothing, did nothing except look around. It wasn’t until the first reaper that had appeared stepped forward towards the circle that Kaia was in. Its face quivered and rippled, like a stone dropped into a puddle, before a face formed and familiar, calm eyes peered out at Kaia. A deceased relative’s face now stared at her, confusion creasing its brow.

“You are not Death,” the reaper proclaimed with that familiar voice, “And yet you have our Lord’s magic.” There came a shuffling from all the reapers as if an uneasiness had settled upon them all. They all looked to her within her little circle, all featureless faces staring into her very soul. “If you have our Lord’s magic then you know where our Lord is. We require you to bring us to them so we may finally learn of our duties and retrieve the souls that have lingered for too long.” There came another shiver through the crowd. Some reapers shifted from one foot to the next rather uneasily, while others remained completely still. All, waiting for her answer. They needed to find their master and if they had to harvest her soul to do it, they wouldn’t hesitate. "We bid your assistance. Tell us now or we shall seek the truth from your soul."

Umbra Rose Condos

Miyuki when she sees what Ryu is doing

Umbra Rose Condos

It is quite the achievement lol. Especially since she hasn't done anything yet to get that title. She's been rather polite this whole time lol

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

“It's been a WEEK!” Death rattled the bars of the cage violently, the whole cage rocking with the force of his shaking. “Do you have any idea what it's like?! Hundreds of thousands of voices calling out to you, begging for you to free them from their torment!” He shook the cage again, roaring out in anger and frustration. “Let me go!” The runic markings began to burn along his forearms and skin as he called on his magic, attempting to dissolve the very bars he was holding onto. The agony coursed up his arms and began to creep up his chest. He roared out in rage and pain as he released the bars, them being no more damaged than when he initially grabbed them.

The magician was sitting in a chair next to the stairs, scrolling through news articles on his phone and reading out any special ones that caught his interest. “Oh a man was decapitated in a freak accident. Doctors aren't sure how he's still alive and are trying to figure out the next best step. Oh look at this one! A man on death row finally given the injection, survived. Huh, wonder how that is? God's intervention some claim.” Death roared out and shook the cage once more before dropping down on the floor in a heap, slamming the back of his head into the bars behind him.

“This could all end, Death. All you have to do is tell me how to become immortal. That's it. It's as simple as that. What is a single immortal man in this world with billions of people, huh? How badly can I shift the balance, huh? You give that to me and I let you go and you can get back to reaping souls. Hell, I bet the world would be in balance the moment I set you free. All you gotta do, is give me the secret to immortality.”

“I can't,” Death roared out through gritted teeth, locking his eyes on the magician across the way. “You think you'll be the only who wants to be immortal? The only one who's tried this stupid stunt? Every new year I have to go and release my reapers from some stupid spell that a magician, who is just as stupid as the next, casts. They think my reapers know. That they can just snap their fingers and oh, they're immortal now. No. It's not that simple and there's a price to pay with your immortality. There has to always be balance in the world, you sniveling fool! Nothing in your realm is immortal and there's a reason for that, idiot. You won't get immortality from me so you might as well just let me go now before something truly bad happens.”

There has to always be balance in the world. Balance. Balance is necessary for this world to even function correctly and it's not unheard of for a god to notice the unbalance and decide they will do something about it. The only problem is that other gods do not control the realm of Death, they would simply be conquering it and inserting there influence into it. Who knows what would happen if, say, the god of time were to take control. He can view things far in the future that no one else can and deem someone in need of killing even before they had a chance to do anything that may shift the balance of the world. Souls, who were not ready to be reaped and who's clock was not done ticking, suddenly being taken. A balance may be acquired but one highly shifted in the direction and motivation of the god of time's impression of what balance is. It could be disastrous.

“You want out, you know what you need to do.” The man said as he stood up from the chair and slid his phone into his jacket pocket. “Till then, you're just going to stay right where you are.” He folded the chair up and leaned it against the wall before he began to make his way up the stairs, once more turning the light off and leaving Death in the dark. It remained that way for, what felt like an eternity to Death but had only been a few hours when the lights in the basement came back on and the magician walked down into the basement with that familiar girl in tow. Death watched the two walk down the stairs, his eyes locked on the girl as they came down.

So she came back. Was it for more ingredients like before or was she here to see Death. He leaned back against the far side of the cage and crossed his arms in front of his chest, his mouth forming a solemn line. “So, starting to figure out the stuff I said was true, eh?” He shifted his eyes to the magician was he walked into the back room, leaving them alone in that area, before he turned his eyes back on the girl. “Look, you need to find a way to get me out of here.” He scrambled to the front of the cage and grabbed a hold of the bars. “What do I need to do to prove to you that I'm the real thing? Magic? I can't do that. This body won't let me.” Just to prove a point, he summoned some of his magic and the runic symbols burned along his forearms for a moment before he stopped, the burned symbols slowly fading then healing completely. “I can give you some of my magic, perhaps. But it needs to be quick.” He reached through the bars, his hand extended as if to shake. He looked down at his hand than to the room where the magician had walked off into. He looked back at the woman before giving his hand a small shake, trying to coax her to grab a hold.

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

Death

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Age: Older than humanity
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Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

Death came to settle into the cage with a deep sigh, resting his back against the cage bars. In this darkness he couldn't see anything. It was as if he was blind. How could mortals live this way? Have a part of their senses cut off simply because the lights went out? It was horrendous! He couldn't even see his hands in front of his face, his fleshy, mortal hands. He dragged his hand along his other hand and forearm, feeling for the burned in runic markings but all he felt was smooth skin. It would seem the burned marking had healed themselves after a short while. Damn magical body!

How did that low life even get his hands on the proper incantation? The last true incantation that was powerful enough to trap him was back in ancient Egyptian times and the magician that developed it was buried with his little spell book. He had hoped that would have been the last time he was ever in this situation again but after thousands of years, perhaps humanity came upon the secret once more?

That was preposterous! Humans buried their dead and held them in high regard! They wouldn't just destroy and loot someone's grave! So he must have made the spell himself but, Death thought back on the image of that chubby man with a sneer, there was no way that man had the brain power to make up such a spell. Someone had to have helped him or created it for him. That had to be it. After all, the likely odds of someone even finding that old magicians tomb in the sands of Egypt, surviving the curses placed within it, AND getting his book of spell were far too unlikely. And yet-

Death groaned as he slammed his head against the cold bars. Again and again, he brought his head down on the bars as he cursed himself and that magician for the situation he found himself in. He didn't even try and fight as hard as he could when the spell got a hold of him. He could have gotten a hold of a reaper or two and used them as a power source to pry the magic of him. He could have done something instead of just letting it take him so easily.

He brought his head down on the bars once more when the lights of the basement clicked on, blinding him for a moment. He blinked fiercely as he saw two people coming down the stairs. One was the magician from earlier but the other was a younger woman with platinum blonde hair and tattoos along her forearm. Death whirled around in the cage, grabbing a hold of the bars and peering out at them as they came down into the basement.

“You!” He called out to the magician again, determined to be released at any cost. “You must release me! If I don't return to my throne, the reapers will not know where to go and what soul to harvest! They may even start taking souls not ready to be taken! You must listen to me! I cannot be here in this mortal flesh any longer! Release me so I may return to my duties!”

The magician looked to Death and gave an exaggerated shake of his head before he looked back at Kaia with a sad look on his face. “A spell went wrong. He thinks he's death now. It'll probably wear off in a day or two. He's in the cage for his own good. Poor bastard.”

Death stared at the man with a look of horror and disgust on his face. Did he just play him off as some kind of mortal man, sick in his head from a magic spell gone wrong? How dare he?! Death had never cast a spell improperly in his life! At least not to the extent that he forgot himself and took on a new persona! Surely this man was jesting! He was Death, harvester of souls, reaper of men, the fourth horsemen! Hello?!

“How dare you!” He stuttered out, the stutter more from the sheer disbelief of it all, “I am Death! An entity more powerful than your feeble mind can hope to comprehend! I wouldn't fumble up a spell so entirely to forget myself! You are out of line! Retract your statement immediately!”

The man waved his hand in Death's general direction with another sad shake of his head. “See, completely lost track of himself. Come on now. Let's get you those ingredients!” The magician led the way further into the basement, into a room off to the side of the cage Death was presently contained in.

“No wait! You need to release me! Without me, no one will die! There will be mass chaos! Sick who long for my cold embrace left to suffer, mortally wounded individuals, still alive and in agony! People without heads, still alive! Do you know what its like to be without a head and still be alive?! It's terrible! Don't do that to those people! Let me go!” He called out to them as they walked into the other room, still calling out to them as they browsed the shelves for the items on her list. After they gathered them all, the magician lead the way back to the stairs. Death watched them go, still pleading to be released with each step up the stairs they took. The light clicked off once more, leaving Death alone in the cage and dark once again.

“Damnit.” He cursed.

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

There are entities that the human mind just simply could not hope to understand. These entities, some would call gods, were powerful beings that reigned over all things under their jurisdiction. They are the puppeteer, the clockmaker who made sure each piece of reality fit within itself and ticked smoothly. They existed long before humanity and would persist long after humanity killed itself off. These beings have many names, many realms that they rule over and many things they control and maintain within the mortal realm.

One of these powerful entities was one that all of humanity knew and feared. There was no escape for those whom this being came to visit, no chance for negotiations or games. They had many names and identities through the history of humanity. Thanatos, Yama, King Yan, Hades, Hel, but all these many names meant one thing- Death. Humanity had a way to personify Death and try and make it an approachable subject but no matter how they changed the names, no matter how they made up stories, Death remained the same. It was the end to all, absolute destruction. It's unavoidable and comes for all, eventually.

Death does not work alone, however. For even an entity as powerful as Death cannot be in all places at once. Under its control are millions and millions of reapers, psychopomps whose whole purpose is to gather the souls of the deceased and lead them to the after life, whatever after life that they felt suited the soul. Under Death's guidance, the reapers worked diligently and life was in balance. No soul was left to linger longer than they should and things flowed smoothly, until one day, it didn't.

It began as a normal day. Death sat upon their throne, instructing its reapers and casting them out where they would be needed. Its form was an ever fluctuating mass of black magic. Its features were never still, the magic changing its face every few seconds, each new face a new soul in need of reaping. Suddenly, its face flickered through faces so quickly, one couldn't possibly hope to catch a glimpse of the features. Death gave a wave of their hand, sending a reaper off to gather the souls of those who had just perished in the church bombing. The quick flickering finally slowed once more to its usual pace when it felt a harsh pull on its essence.

Death froze a moment, peering down at its form. Light magic was slowly coiling around its being, constricting around it like a winding snake. The face that Death was currently wearing scrunched up in confusion as they felt the strong pull again, this time almost ripping them from their throne. The reapers paused and stared at Death in confusion, unsure of what was happening. The magic continued to crawl up Death's form, encasing them within. Death grasped ahold of their throne as the magic began to engulf them. Death called out in anger and confusion as the world flashed white and they were ripped from their throne.

Death gasped and sat up. He was in some kind of cage or cell. Was he in a basement? There were magical markings that looked to have been burned into the ground around the cage and judging by the scent that still lingered, it must have been blood that was burned. Why was he cold? He looked down at his hands, finding them encased in muscle and flesh. Flesh? No, that didn't make sense. He didn't have flesh. An entity such as himself was too powerful for flesh. No mortal form could contain him.

He attempted to leave and return back to his throne where he belonged but as he activated his magic, he felt a harsh burning all along his body. He looked to his arms and saw runes and magical writing burning into the flesh. The more of his magic he called on to return, the more agony he felt as his whole body felt as if It was ignited. He cried out in pain in one last attempt at an escape, putting as much magic into his return as he could. The magic markings burned along his flesh, slithering up along his chest and up his face until he felt the pain within his very head, the agony causing him to curl up into a fetal position on the floor. He had no choice but to cease his attempt at returning back to his throne or else burn alive. What a thought. An entity such as himself, afraid of burning from the inside out.

“Ha! It worked! I wasn't sure the body would be able to contain you but looks like it's doing the job.”

Death peered out through half opened lids to see a pudgy man stepping up to the bars of the cage. The man was wearing a long jacket, no shirt, and jeans. He was barefoot with his long, greasy hair pulled back in a ponytail. His hands were in his jeans pockets and he crouched in front of the cage. He peered in at Death with a sick grin on his face.

“Release me.” Death choked out before he tried again with a sterner voice. “Release me.”

“No can do, Mr. Grim Reaper. I'm looking for immortality and who better to ask than a reaper themselves, eh?” the man gave a hearty laugh as he straightened to his full height, looking at Death who was still lying on the cold ground of the cage. This stupid fool thought he only had a reaper. He didn't know he had snagged Death itself with his stupid incantation. Surely all he would have to do is tell the man he didn't have a simple reaper but Death and he would see the error of his ways and release him.

“You don't seem to understand. I am no reaper. I am far more than that. I am the one who instructs the reapers and makes sure balance remains in the realms. I am Death itself. You must release me now so I may return to my throne and continue my duties.”

The man passed outside the cage and stared down at Death. He was very quiet for a long while before he finally spoke up, his voice dripping with sickly venom. “Even better.” He then turned from the cage and began to leave, heading towards a set of stairs in the corner of the room.

“No! Stop! You must release me!” Death gathered himself and grabbed a hold of the bars, pulling himself forward as he reached through the bars in a futile attempt to grab a hold of the man's jacket. “I can't stay here! Without me, there will be no death in the world!” The man paused at the base of the stairs and turned to look back at Death, that same sickening grin on his face.

“So everyone in the world is immortal until you make me immortal. I'll just let you think on it for a bit.” Then he turned and walked up the stairs. Death watched him go with despair in his eyes. Then the basement light turned off and cast Death into darkness.

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

@Squirrel98@TheMushroomLord@Ryik@Crimson Flame

I figured we'd put the date just a bit in the future. The start of the new year just seemed to fit.

I'm about to open up another slot for the fifth person but I'll probably get this rp going here in a bit. We can fit that fifth person into the plot later when they join.

Umbra Rose Condos

<Snipped quote by BunniesOfDoom>
... In most RPs, you're lucky to get every single player to post once
each week. :P

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And I'm personally in no rush, but if the people want to skip time, then let them eat cake! Or... Skip time... Whichever comes first.

@Xaltwind

You would be correct, except this group has proven to not be like that. Over 100 IC and almost 1400 OOC. I would label us avid posters at the least