video; username; GraveMistake

[hellshot]

[Hello Riverview, you're going to be greeted by the friendliest face you'll ever see on the network this morning. A pale, stylized skull mask and a voice that belongs to some edgy supervillian from some futuristic videogame or something. Dressed in all black and yes--he does seem to be leaking black smoke when he speaks. It's normal, probably.]

Far from home, in a place you don't recognise. Seems like a dream, or at least some sort of really bad joke, doesn't it.

[His tone is calm, dry--almost sarcastic in nature.]

It's not. And you're going to have to get used to it. It's nice here too, isn't it? What with all the flowers and the festivities. [Yeah, definitely sarcastic.] Hoping that's enough to keep those of you who might get bored on your toes.

There's shit normal people don't need to see outside the walls of this Quarantine. So do me a favour, and don't be stupid in going to investigate what lies out there on your own because you seek adventure.
Because if you seek that alone, you also seek Death.

Name's Reaper. Not interested in making friends, but for those of you who are capable, I'm interested in looking for people. People who are capable of working in groups to pull some of the harder jobs that involve getting your hands and weapons dirty--and people who are capable of following orders.

Not a stranger of pulling idiots out of a fire, but I'm not a goddamn babysitter, either.

[Friendly, isn't he.]

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[deathkid]

Uh, actually, they do? I mean, especially if they live in my father's underworld.

[ scratches his cheek idly. you have a lot to learn, young padawan. ]

Oaths, especially those made on the River Styx, are binding even in the afterlife.

[hellshot]

...

Is this some sort of attempt to get me to change my attitude.

[Because maybe he does have a lot to learn about gods and beings of the literal World of the Dead, but...]

I'm too old and set in my ways for that. You're swimming upstream.

[deathkid]

That depends on how you wish to take it. And you're never too old. I'm pretty sure I'm older than you, even.

[hellshot]

[Alright, everything else Nico is saying can be thrown to the wayside for a second: What.]

...

How old are you.

[deathkid]

16-ish plus about 70 years.

1/2

[hellshot]

[Excuse me.]

2/2

[hellshot]

And now you're going to tell me something like 'demi-gods' don't fucking age, aren't you.

How the hell can someone like you be in their eighties.

[deathkid]

No, demigods do age normally. It just so happened that I got stuck in a Las Vegas hotel for 70 years. Since it's run by Lotus Eaters, I didn't age.

[hellshot]

[He's so confused about half of the things that Nico says, he doesn't even know where to begin.]

Should I even begin by asking what a Lotus Eater is, or am I just going deeper down this metaphorical rabbit hole of yours.

[deathkid]

They're people who eat the flowers of the Lotus Plant and because of that, they live in a dream state of luxury and pleasure.

[hellshot]

[.......Give him a minute to process this.]

So you're saying you stayed with flower-eating hippies for seventy years of your life. Joined them in that state of living in your head and didn't age a day.

[deathkid]

[ opens and closes his mouth a few seconds, considering how reaper has just put it. ]

They had a really awesome arcade? I mean, it was a Vegas casino. But otherwise, I guess you could say that.