BunniesOfDoom

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

<Snipped quote by BunniesOfDoom>

On another note, Damon is an unreliable narrator and there isn't actually anything wrong with his car.

@Ryik

"What this old thing?" It's a 2022 Nissan Altima.

Umbra Rose Condos

Don't even bother asking Iris. She's too distracted all the time to even really remember what her previous move was. If you ever want to play war with a pigeon, go ahead and ask her but if you're looking for a real challenge, she definitively is not the answer.

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

The reapers did not understand how their master was taken and contained but this woman had their master's magic, the first hint of it they had sensed in a week's time, so there had to be some truth to her words. And if someone were to really examine reapers for what they truly were, they would find that a reaper is not the brightest light bulb in the bunch. They were designed that way. Death needed his own army of workers who could go out and retrieve souls but he couldn't have them going out and harvesting whatever souls they felt needed to be harvested. They needed Death's instructions to be sure to acquire the proper souls and only those who were due; though that had changed to a degree upon Death's disappearance. The reapers were actively seeking out souls that were obviously in need of reaping but the process was a slow one, far too slow to make up for all the souls in die need of reaping. Without Death's guidance, the poor things were like lost puppies just trying to find their way back home from being hopelessly lost in the big city while their family lives in the country.

It was a very confusing time for the reapers, to say the least. So when she said she would take them to Death, it was like a jolt of electricity shocked the reapers to life. There was visible excitement from them, most in the ways they moved and they all seemed to step closer to Kaia and her protective circle. However, when she started to shoot out orders, the reapers looked at each other. The previous reaper, who was currently wearing the face of Kaia's mother, peered back at its fellow reapers before turning once more to Kaia and addressing her.

“You've no reason to fear. Those who are not close to death cannot see us, that is unless they wield Death magic, such as yourself. Only those who were meant to die can see us.” That was the only way any souls were being reaped at all. The reapers were walking the streets, looking for any that showed signs of reacting to their presence. It was a solid plan except that they were mostly just walking through the city. Surrounded by the masses, it was easy for someone to ignore the fact that they were pretty sure they had just seen a faceless shadow person strolling aimlessly through the populace. If they were just a little smarter, they would take their strolls through medical hospitals and senior citizen homes. It would be far more effective that way but the reapers were not known for their problem solving skills.

As Kaia stepped over the circle, the reapers enclosed around her, as if the pull of Death's magic called to them. Some of them even got to work on draining the life of the protective spell containing the pushing black magic and soon it faded away to nothing, releasing the magic into the room. It washed along the floor like a wave before it was diligently absorbed by the reapers, leaving not even a drop of it behind. When the magic was once more absorbed, the reapers followed her out into the streets, the small entourage quickly growing into a large following of at least 100 reapers, if not more. It was as if Kaia lit a beacon by releasing Death's energy and all the reapers in the surrounding area ran to get it like moths to a flame.

They all followed her like a horde and they washed over that part of the city like a tidal wave. As they processed through the streets, they harvested any souls that were obviously due. A poor raccoon, ran over by some careless driver nights ago, finally released from its agony as multiple reapers swarmed around it, each eager to touch it and release its poor soul to the afterlife. They dug through trash, finding rodents that had been thrown there by the restaurant owners after they were caught in snap traps or poisoned by the flavorful smelling rat poison they stuck behind the fridge, finally blissful release from their agonizing existence.

Death swept through that small part of the city and the balance in that area had finally been restored. Once the scales were aligned, it was like the dark shadow that had been lingering over the city lessened. People could breathe easier now, the instinctual fear that had been tightening everyone's chest finally loosening its grip.

When they arrived at the magician's house, the reapers fanned out, some even going into the home ahead of her. They couldn't fully sense Death in the area but there was a lingering sensation of his magic that called out to them. The reaper that seemed to be taking charge of the whole event stepped up to Kaia and started up at the building. “Is this where he is located?” It asked with a deeply embedded frown on its face. Were they finally going to see their master? Were they going to have a purpose again?

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

Well, essentially your characters are just going to head to their typical meet up area for that morning. After that, it's how you all want to play it. I'm just here to set the plot and get things moving along. This is just a typical, cold Monday morning in January.

Maybe your character will stop for food first, can't linger too long because of class, deciding to skip their first class altogether. It's however you would like to play it.

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

There we are guys! The first post has been made! Feel free to start.

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

The day was like any other start of the week. Tired college students trudge along on campus, heading to class, going to get a bite to eat in the cafeteria, or off to meet friends somewhere on campus. It was the same routine for students in the early morning on a Monday in January.

Off into the quad, a lone table could be found with a light dusting of snow from the night before. Its white, fluffy blanket remained untouched except for a few tiny footprints left by some anonymous critter the night before. The table was empty and being avoided by the students as they sought out warmer temperatures inside buildings. Just behind the table sat a fountain, thankfully off during this time of year. Large oaks littered the quad in every direction, their canopies white with the light snow. The stone pathways were shovelled and salted so the students could make their way without sliding every which way with each step. Benches dotted along the pathways, leading to the table and then away towards the buildings.

That lone table was the gathering spot for our small group of friends and it would soon be occupied by them once again.

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