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In Decibitus → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
~???? | DECIBITUS | LIGENA FATI
There was, undoubtedly, an appropriate way to approach this. Keeping one's head under the radar was an intelligent approach to most things, particularly as they concerned prisons one had little business going into, at least if television had taught Amelia anything worthwhile.

She was very aware of the sense of unease that hung over the Depths, of the spectre of final death that haunted the building. Execution. A gun to the head, or some such, and gone. Her hand hovered over her revolver for a moment, and she smiled to herself. She was no killer, but something about this place and the dangers within was... enticing. If anything, that unease made her more eager to approach.

More interesting than such thoughts, though, was the figure out front. Amelia was always happy to see the boss, and whistled to get her attention and distract her before she could go in. As ever, it didn't seem to occur to her that her approach to Miss Death might actually be the odd one.

"We've been looking for you everywhere!" Amelia grinned, displaying nowhere near the levels of formality, respect, or fear that were warranted, "what's been going on, MD? Important business? Unimportant business? Business your most charming and talented reaper can help with?"

Aron, strategically positioned behind Amelia, stuck his head out with a furtive motion. He coughed. "Hi."

If Miss Death was surprised, it failed to show on her face as she turned to face her reapers. Granted, that was the norm for the pink-haired woman, but that certainly didn't make things better.

"Ah. Hello. To both of you." Miss Death gave a small nod of her head to acknowledge the reapers' presence. "I lack the knowledge to say if my business is important. But circumstances make it irrelevant for now. It may behoove me to request your insights on the matter."

A pause as she seemed to process the rest of Amelia's words, and the woman tilted her head slightly to one side.

"Is my presence required somewhere? Observing the cells can be delayed."

"Eliot was looking for the usual run-down of new arrivals..." Amelia mulled it over for a moment before continuing, "so yes, but I don't think it's that urgent. He'll not be happy if we come back without you, though, so mind if we stick around? I'm sure we'll have some insights. Maybe even good ones!"

"I mean..." Aron's brain was revving as desperately as it could. "I dunno how valuable our opinions would be. Neither of us have been to jail before apparently."

"Apparent-- can you at least try to sound like you believe that?"

"Honesty has its value," Miss Death said. "Experience in imprisonment is irrelevent, though. My concerns are with thoughts of ones who lived."

She paused, a hand brought to her chin in thought for a moment, her stare lingering on something unseen again. Then, she shut her eyes and turned back to the prison's entrance.

"If you wish accompany me, I will not stop you. There will be no issues."

Without giving much time for response, the pink-haired woman stepped through the entrance of the prison.

"At least you know I've got good thoughts, MD." Amelia sighed wistfully, watching her turn away from them before grabbing Aron's sleeve and beginning to follow her in, hoping to drag him along. "Come on, new buddy. I'll pay you back... somehow."

"I'm gonna say it now, I also don't take IOUs," he grumbled. Considering that his only other option was arguing with his co-worker right in front of the boss, Aron glumly allowed himself to be led in. Maybe with Miss Death around, Amelia would be a little more manageable. And who knows, maybe ghost prisons were not significantly worse than normal prisons!

Woe be it to Aron that ghost prisons--abandoned ghost prisons--were significantly worse than normal prisons in many ways. After all, it was a prison where the only end result was, ostensibly, death.

And "death" hung heavy in the air, oppressive in its weight despite the distinct lack of any signs of it.

Miss Death's pace was steady as they passed empty cells. Of course they were outdated, far from the marvel of prisons in the modern day. Most cells showed no signs of having been inhabited in recent times, but the ones that did were starkly out of place. Only after passing a first few sets did the pink-haired woman glance back to her reapers, her steps coming to a slow halt.

"I have been told by others that this place is unnerving. Sorry. To make you come in like this."

Amelia had been looking towards one of the more recently-occupied cells, expression hard to read past some basic level of curiosity. At Miss Death's words, she glanced over to her, tilting her head. It was hard to know what exactly to say, sometimes, but she could try.

"You didn't make me, and I made him. If there were executions happening right now, the story might be different, but," she shrugged, trying her best to keep a brave face, "eh. I won't say I've seen worse, but I'd follow you through another level or two of creepy."

Although she couldn't speak for Aron, she did glance towards the man. "How about you? Holding up okay?"

Aron snapped out of a disassociative stare to regard Amelia with a flat look. She was trying to rub it in now, huh.

"Whatever. Could be worse."

The distant stare from Miss Death lingered again for a moment longer before turning to the nearest cell.

"...then we will go no further than the end of the hall." Quiet words, but firm in their assertion. "Any deeper is... worse. Even before it became empty."

The pink-haired woman looked forward again and continued her walk.

"But. There are no others to hear invasive thoughts in this place, if you have questions." She looked into another cell with the faintest traces of being lived in left behind, but didn't stop walking. "Questions like what you think of the necromancer far beneath our feet."

"Why is it he can't be killed? Unmade, whatever." Amelia wasn't the sort to beat around the bush. She raised a hand to forestall the obvious answer. "Yeah, I know, 'powerful necromancer', but that seems too simple. Plenty of damned powerful things and people have still ended, haven't they? What makes him different? It seems like there'd have to be a trick to it."

"Hm." Such was the first answer. A small, vocal utterance carrying the weight of more thoughts than should be contained in a single syllable. It led well into the next. "We do not know. The first attempt should not have failed."

Miss Death didn't stop walking, though she did adjust her position, slightly, to look at Amelia and Aron as opposed to the cells for a moment.

"Now they are too frightened to try again. I do not think they are wrong to be."

The thought of someone so dangerous and unkillable made Aron wince. "Did you come here for him? Or some other thing that'd make the guard super iffy?"

An uncertain pause came first.

"I did come for him. He has long asked for a direct meeting with me. Circumstances make that seem a good option." Miss Death's expression shifted to one of confusion, as best it could. "But I would not know if that would make the guard... 'iffy?'"

"It means uneasy. Worried. Like-- like Eliot after most of our conversations. So probably. He scares everyone," and so do you, though Amelia didn't say it, "and if he wants to meet with you... he gets something from it, no? Wouldn't make sense otherwise. There's a certain thrill to the idea of such a conversation, no doubt, but somehow I don't think that's why you'd be doing it, so... what are these circumstances, to make this meeting desirable now?"

"The rail's failure." Miss Death came to a stop as the end of the hallway came into view. "We are at a loss. He possesses ingenuity that could prove insightful. Others wish not to acknowledge that he far outstrips even my talents for this issue. I do not blame them."

"So... are you doing that now?" Aron asked. Hopefully not with the two of them in tow. "I didn't think you'd need, uh, permission."

"Would you not be bothered if one like me forced such actions?"

"Wait, that stuff bothers people?" Amelia frowned, as if on the verge of a realisation, then shrugged it off. "Eh. I wouldn't mind if you did."

Aron had to stop himself from drilling another flat stare at Amelia, answering the boss' question instead. "...It'll pass, I guess. This seems important."

"You are both too accepting." Miss Death shook her head lightly. "I have no desire to offer you to risk for a self-made whim. But. I believe you may be able to aid me in another way."

"I'll do it." Amelia spoke quickly, before pausing. "What is it, though?"

"If it's within our ability, yeah."

"See if other reapers might agree with the idea. Gaining permission may be easier if others were to suggest it." A pause. "If you cannot. I will find a way to handle it without involving anyone else."

"You need us to get people on board with it? Sure. How hard can it be? I'm a fantastic negotiator. One of my many talents." Amelia winked at her. "Better than making you handle it all on your own, right?"

"I..." The thought of Amelia inflicting one of her 'negotiations' on other innocent reapers made Aron shiver. "We'll get the word out. Definitely."

"You have my gratitude." Miss Death bowed her head, before her attention returned back down the hall she'd set as their limit. "Someone is here. It would be best for you to return outside. If you have more to ask, I will be out soon."

Amelia watched her turn away, and got halfway towards making another comment before a look of dawning realisation crossed her face. Shutting her mouth (for once) she nodded, turned on her heel, and moved to leave at a fairly rapid pace.

She figured Aron would follow her. For safety, if nothing else.

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In Decibitus → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Running a bit late with my update because I am a lame-o loser who gets distracted easily--

The next modprod is scheduled for March 7, 2023. As usual, it is scheduled for as late as possible in the day, but may be pushed to an earlier evening hour based on the availability of the GMs.
In Decibitus → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
~???? | DECIBITUS | LIGENA FATI

Rumors were always floating around Decibitus regarding the Depths, but there were few and far that ever approached the prison. After all, who wanted to be around the only place that people seemed to really die in the city? A place where people who were simply too vile in the grand scheme of things to be allowed to make their peace was hardly where the average person wanted to spend the day. It stood to reason that such a reputation was exactly why the immediate area was quiet, the lack of ambient sound making typical white noise almost deafening.

Or perhaps it was the knowledge that at some point, Ligena Fati must have been packed with villains and that the appearance of a single woman was enough to change that reality into something starkly different. Now it remained a labyrinth of empty cells for the sake of a single existence buried far out of sight and out of mind.

But what did that matter to a modern reaper? After all, it was often the veterans that took on the mantle of executioner.

Though whether such thoughts entered Amelia’s or Aron’s heads as they approached the remnant of a time long past was anyone’s guess, especially not when it appeared their target had yet to enter the prison properly. Instead, she seemed to be having a conversation with the guard–one that was easy to hear even from a distance despite Miss Death’s usual soft volume.

The familiar, pink-haired woman gazed at the current guard to the prison with an expression that looked better suited for a statue. Her gaze was equal parts unfaltering and unsettling, and for that, a shudder passed down the guard’s spine again. At least, that was what a combination of experience and logic told Miss Death as she politely chose to ignore the reaction. Apparently, as Uchi pointed out in their last meeting, people didn’t appreciate when she asked if she should retreat to a safer distance. She understood the direction, but the reasoning was harder to follow.

Then again, maybe they felt more inclined to hide it for her benefit.

She filed that particular thought away in the back of her head for later.

“Um, Miss Death, I get where you’re coming from, but I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” the guard stumbled over his words, small motions telling her more than his voice. Uncomfortable. Nervous. It was far from an unusual response. “And even if it’s you, I reaaaaally think that it’d be better if you got official clearance for it.”

“That is not going to happen. We are both aware of this truth.” Miss Death tilted her head slightly, her gaze looking somewhere beyond where the guard was standing. “His existence draws even greater dread than I. None wish to acknowledge this. I will not be granted my request.”

“Uhh…” The guard scratched the back of his head for a moment, looking like he needed someone to swoop in to save the day. “I, uhhh… I mean… Look, I don’t think I can just let you in.”

“Hm. Acceptable. I am asking for too much.”

“No! I mean, it’s–we’d both get in lots of trouble, and I–”

Miss Death raised a hand, the softening of her expression both uncanny and unnerving in the absence of any trace of a smile on her face.

“You need not worry. You are fulfilling your duty, and that is not something you must justify,” the woman stated. “Thank you for hearing my request. I hope next time you might sate your curiosity.”

The guard fidgeted uncomfortably as he gave a response that came off as more unintelligible than anything else, but Miss Death bowed her head to him nonetheless, as though oblivious to his distress.

“I will conduct my usual examination of the other cells before I leave.”
NOTES
In Decibitus → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
For consistency, as usual, the modprod post will also be made in the ooc.

The next modprod is scheduled for February 23, 2023. As usual, it is scheduled for as late as possible in the day, but may be pushed to an earlier evening hour based on the availability of the GMs.
In Decibitus → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
~???? | DECIBITUS | MALUCH PRAETI

Mulch was uncharacteristically crowded, though it couldn’t be helped with how many people were entering Decibitus with no way out. Normally vacant streets were lined with those still in denial about their fates–or perhaps they were simply trying to find a way to ease the frustrations. Whether they were souls that were freshly deceased or ones that wanted nothing more than to move on was hard to tell. Makeshift shops were still open, small crowds gathering around the ones with substances that might raise some eyebrows. Others offered themselves in ways that one couldn’t back on Earth–or perhaps they could, if they weren’t looking out for themselves.

It was almost odd. Before its development, nobody cared much about the stretch of land that Maluch Praeti now occupied. Then, as half-finished buildings remained abandoned and weathered, people began to gather. Perhaps it was simply the allure of a place that was paid no mind that drew those who needed their services and wares to be ignored–not that the authorities would do more than a slap on the wrist for most.

“Bones for sale.”

“Fresh parts.”

“HPh.”

Signs littered the floor, a mixture of scents both vile and alluring hanging thick in the air. Had it been on Earth, surely people would have been more cautious about approaching, but somehow a sense of order remained. It was especially true of the route toward Uchi’s workshop. Compared to the outer edges or, for those brave enough, deeper areas of Mulch, Uchi’s workshop remained in a space that lacked the same sense of quiet made of furtive whispers that shouldn’t be overheard.

Today, however, it seemed that it traded the usual noise for an eerie emptiness, a mere handful of people present in the would-be alley. Some, of course, were out of place, clearly present because they didn’t know better. However, a boy leaned forward against a half-finished wall as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, followed by the sight of an unlikely duo. For a moment he tilted his head, confusion evident on his face, before a wicked grin formed.

“Hey, hey! You guys here to try and pick up junk from the old nag’s shop?” The blonde swung his legs over the wall, landing in the duo’s path with a practiced motion before cocking his head toward the crude written sign hanging on Uchi’s door.

Work in progress.

“That guy doesn’t hear it when ya knock whenever that sign’s up, but I can pick the lock for a few solbits.” The cheeky grin only grew in size as the boy leaned back on his heels. “He’s had a stick up his ass ever since those guys said they were gonna try walking the rail, so he deserves it anyways.”

In Decibitus → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
And with the update, the next modprod counter begins!

The next modprod is scheduled for February 15, 2023.

As usual, I will try to push the prod as late as possible, but it may be pushed to an earlier evening hour depending on the availability of the GMs.
In Decibitus → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
~???? | DECIBITUS | LUCEMA REGINI

It didn’t take long for someone to enter the lobby, though the smile that crossed Elliot’s features–in the form of the slightest twitch of the corner of his mouth–wasn’t exactly what one could call “pleased” in any form of the word. He knew Amelia well. Too well, considering she was but one of the reapers employed at Lucema Regini. Even before his increasingly frequent visits to the building with the sudden failure of the Departure Rail, she had been…

‘A disaster in motion.’

Mochi, however, gave a yip of glee, even as he scrambled off to god-knew-where. That was probably for the better, though Elliot was certain that the little dog would demand his offering of cheese after his curiosity had been sated.

“Ah, yes, I can think of no better place for you to be than in a crowded, glass room suspended dozens of meters off the ground floor with an unpredictable outcome looming overhead,” the mayor’s assistant said with no shortage of sarcasm. He didn’t bother catching himself with it–Amelia had visited enough times with hopes of walking Mochi that he’d found the front of extreme civility wasn’t doing either of them favors. “But as luck would have it, you might be one of the few that can help at the moment.”

Glancing back toward the way he’d come, the brunette turned back to face Amelia with a small, helpless shrug of his shoulders.

“I came to ask Miss Death for her usual oversight on the yesterday’s arrivals to the city, but she seems to have slipped out of her office.” Which was odd, in and of itself. Miss Death wasn’t the type to leave her quarters and even less likely to do so without giving anyone forewarning. “You talk to her more than the typical reaper, right? Any chance she let slip that she had a meeting somewhere? Maybe with Uchi?”

Elsewhere, Mochi was haphazardly pawing up at Aron’s hand, his nose wriggling in the air to catch the scent of some sweet treat being held out. Though his head was turned to the reaper, the canine’s eyes kept darting back to his owner and Amelia, tail wagging and feet pattering on the floor with a sort of impatient apprehension usually reserved for young children waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve.

Then, a light of mischief that seemed far, far too human for any dog to attain came to life in the corgi’s eyes.

He dropped back to the floor with a soft tap.

“Worf! Worf worf!”

Then, a set of tiny, terrible teeth was at work, Mochi’s small-but-mighty frame tugging at any part of Aron’s shoe that he could latch onto to try and drag the much-larger reaper toward Elliot and Amelia. The force was hardly anything to write home about, but the dog’s excitement meant missed nips and an overeager snout ramming into Aron’s shin with each attempted yank.

After all, Amelia meant he was going to get cheese! And he could still get the cookies if he brought the snack man with him!

In Decibitus → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Obligatory post in the OOC to say the first mod prod will take place on February 1, 2023.

Ideally, I will try to push it as late as possible--11:59PM PST, but this may be pushed earlier depending on availability of the GMs.
In Decibitus → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

~1430 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE

“Ahhhh, can you guys, like, hear me?” Sigrun’s voice drifted from her trademark stickers, this time cut into the shapes of Sanrio characters, fine script etched in shimmering ink on each one. “Okay, like, this job’s a little weird compared to normal. Like, the mayor’s lackey said we don’t usually run prevention like this, but Miss Death and like, even her grouchy old buddy said this might turn out pretty bad if we left it alone.”

Clearing her throat, the blonde continued.

“Anyways, like… the show venue is no big deal, but Celeste is a toooootal bad juju magnet. Creepy stuff follows her around like a bad odor. Last show had a few of her fellow models drop dead a few days later, which, like, is definitely a sign that she’s got some wispy fellas following her around.” Sigrun sighed, drumming pale blue, gingham-patterned nails on her desk. "Prevention might not be, like, totally possible, but if something starts to happen, there are way, way too many peeps at the show to sit back and wait. Like, first sign of trouble, definitely step in."

A pause and a chuckle.

"Also, like, enjoy the show? You guys can totally blend in, but I totes think that asking around about the stuff that's happened before can tip you off on stuff that might happen this time."

The venue loomed dozens of meters above the ground, glass windows reflecting a sunset sky streaked with thick painted clouds. It provided a serene image compared, but just behind the proverbial curtain, it was exactly the type of chaos that one expected from a fashion show.

Between frantic fixes and changes, the talk of the entire ordeal revolved around the potential merge between Jeunes Fleures and L'île aux fées following the engagement of their owners. It was, by and far, happy news. They came from money, but both had paved their way with their own styles–if they were to fully merge, it might be a sight to behold.

And yet, those whispers stopped when a particular pink-haired woman stepped in: the woman of the hour, as far as reapers were concerned. Eyes turned to her, a thick tension starting to muddle the air.

Celeste glanced away, brilliant blue eyes cast toward her feet for a moment. She gathered herself quickly enough, turning her head high again and moving through the crowd with deliberate steps to be fitted. It was admirable, if not for the evidently unseen individuals trailing after her. A teenage girl, too skinny and with hair cropped into an asymmetrical bob, a man in a suit following a few steps too close, a young child clutching a flower-shaped bag close to her chest–at least ten. Most didn't look out of place in Paris, but that was easy to say in an ugly city filled with beautiful visions.

A single one seemed to keep the others at bay, but it was far from human. It looked more like a skeletal dragon, approximately the size of a horse. Ghost lights burned in its skull where eyes should have been, lighting translucent bones with a glimmering radiance. When one stepped too close to the model, it moved between ghost and human with a single, fluid motion, ethereal flames brightening for an instant to force a backward step.

But at the very least, it didn't seem dangerous. Not yet, at least.
~???? | DECIBITUS | LUCEMA REGINI

The offices of Reapers R Us were always busy, a general hustle and bustle of movement and paperwork the norm for their duties. With that in mind, some commotions could be ignored.

Mochi sprinting full force through the halls with a few of HR's usual suspects scrambling after the mayor of Decibitus was surprisingly included in that list. Mochi was, after all, a dog that enjoyed his exercise, and the non-reaper workers of Reapers R Us were usually the unfortunate victims that simply couldn’t ignore the presence of a corgi sneaking off with someone’s cookie. It would cause no harm, so Elliot had learned over the years to let it be.

As the corgi sprinted as quickly as his legs could take him, Elliot knocked on the door of Miss Death's office and waited for the usual call to be let in.

Thumpthumptaptaptapthud!

Mochi made another round.

"Hm?"

The mayor’s assistant knocked again, this time with more force in case the woman’s attention was taken too deeply by some new spell. When the response failed to come after Mochi had made another two rounds, Elliot had little choice but to conclude that Miss Death wasn't in her office. A rarity when it came to someone like Miss Death. He had his suspicions on where she’d gone, but after enough meetings with the woman, Elliot was confident he had at least some knowledge of her mindset. Sighing to himself, the mayor’s assistant shook his head and knelt to the ground.

"Mochi." The corgi came bounding into Elliot’s arms, tongue lolling with each excited pant–whatever snack he’d stolen was notably long gone. The dog’s tail wagged excitedly as he tilted his head up at his owner, his snout nudging Elliot’s chin. "Let's go to the lobby and wait for some reapers. I'm sure someone must know where Miss Death is."

Stepping around the now-exhausted members of HR with a small nod of his head, the man went to do exactly what he said–wait.
In Decibitus → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





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