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nexus_crossings2019-07-19 03:11 pm
deathcometh) wrote in nexus_crossings2019-07-19 03:11 pm
Here come the Death of fun
Death was well used to changing worlds. It was part of his job, after all, being a Horseman of the Apocalypse and having to make sure no great threat would befall the entierety of the Creation, or more simply that angels and demons would behave for a change. So dimensions jumping, he knew. Even ending up stranded in a blocked off world was somewhat familiar. But never had the Tree of Life let him exit the portal anywhere but the place he wanted or needed to be. His sudden arrival in a world that looked so distincly human, especially since humanity was supposed to be extinct now had given the old Horseman a pause.
Fortunately(?), fifteen minutes later and a great deal of looming over people looking very dangerous had given him all the answers he needed and maybe a few nightmares to the poor souls who had been unfortunate enough to cross his path.
It looked like no giant of stone would help him getting out of that peticuliar predicament.
So there was the Rider of the Pale Horse, standing in the middle of the road, feeling quite miffed and looking quite terrifying with his weapons hanging on his belt, his pet crow perched on his shoulder. That is one Unhappy Horseman Of The Apocalypse.
"I need something to kill." He groused aloud. "Is there anywhere on this wretched world where I can do so without hurting anyone's delicate sensibilities?"
Fortunately(?), fifteen minutes later and a great deal of looming over people looking very dangerous had given him all the answers he needed and maybe a few nightmares to the poor souls who had been unfortunate enough to cross his path.
It looked like no giant of stone would help him getting out of that peticuliar predicament.
So there was the Rider of the Pale Horse, standing in the middle of the road, feeling quite miffed and looking quite terrifying with his weapons hanging on his belt, his pet crow perched on his shoulder. That is one Unhappy Horseman Of The Apocalypse.
"I need something to kill." He groused aloud. "Is there anywhere on this wretched world where I can do so without hurting anyone's delicate sensibilities?"
Potential CW: discussion of murder and body horror
See, he was relatively new to the Nexus, having stumbled upon it but a few days ago. And it's been an elightening experience, really, but he has projects left unfinished in a special place waiting for him at home. So he's been spending much of his time poking his head through doors, trying to find the door he came in from. Clearly not the best plan, even if he could narrow it down to a general area, and he knew he would eventually run into someone with questions.
Why it had to be the literal grim reaper, he could not hazard a guess. But at least this being has no qualms against murder. He hopes.
"I'm not entirely sure myself," he humbly replies, "but if you do find out, would you kindly let me know? I've been unable to work on anthing new for days, and I'm worried I'll lose my motivation if I stay here too long."
Re: Potential CW: discussion of murder and body horror
Though the Reaper would have gladly gone back to his exterminated Third Kingdom if it meant he could go back to his quest and his duties. He did not enjoy being away for so long, leaving the other Horsemen to handle the Council. Creator only knew what would blow up while he was away.
"There have been words of a Wild where you can kill freely in, if you need it." The Reaper shrugged, unconcerned by the mentions of 'work' and 'inspiration'. He was not familiar enough with humans to find that strange and, let's be honest, they had always been somewhat weird to him. "You're free to go there and entertain yourself."
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He was wondering about other places where the anti-violence field was weaker, but... How many people were around to hear that reasoning? He figured he could speak with Death about these things freely, he always had to be wary of eavesdroppers. Those could ruin everything.
"But if that is the only place one can kill, then I would need to prepare for such a trip. After all, I've heard of an... 'Anti-violence field' protecting people from unsolicited attacks in most places." A rather annoying fact, judging by his resentful tone.