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[deathkid]

[ the view this time is of nico, sitting atop a gravestone. there's a fire crackling nearby, the glow making him look even more gaunt and sinister than usual ( if the dark hair, italian cheekbones emphasized by dark circles under his eyes, and the nearly all black clothing decorated with skulls aren't enough ). against the headstone he's sitting on rests a lethal looking, pure black sword.

it might seem like the beginnings of a horror movie of some sort, except nico is currently munching on french fries while gazing at the toy figurine he got with his quarantine equivalent of a happy meal. it's a pirate, of all things. ]

For those of you who are unaware, I am providing funeral services for anyone who decides to die heroically. Shroud burning, free of charge.

[ cheerful, isn't he. ]

Fortunately, I haven't had to do so yet, but where I'm from it's pretty common, so I might as well offer it here too. Trust me, though. Burning your body is best. You don't know who might decide to raise you from the dead.

[ and he gives a snap of his fingers. the earth at the feet of the tombstone he's sitting on begins to shift and soon enough, a skeletal hand begins climbing out. nico flashes a wry grin, and then turns the feed off. ]

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[hellshot]

[It's a good idea to keep yourself from sounding crazy, Nico. Reaper will be the first to commend you on that.

Thankfully, being something that's way 'not possible', at least he can take Nico's stories of the supernatural with a dose of salt.]

Got some sort of illusion hiding it for what it really is? Sounds like some story a drunk man would tell.

[you can HEAR the smile again.]

So can it hurt non-innocent mortals, then?

[Hypothetically.]

[deathkid]

[ at the questions, a smirk forms on his lips. it's eerie, especially when coupled with the dark hair and dark circles under his eyes. ]

Oh yes. The Mist cloaks most battles, but sometimes when a non-innocent mortal steps in... let's just say my sword is fond of stealing away that person's soul.

[hellshot]

[While that look might be unsettling coupled with a response like THAT to anyone else--Reaper's only too amused by it, his shoulders shaking in a quiet, but audible laugh.]

Save some for the rest of us.

So that sword of yours. Made me curious the first time I saw it.

It's not made out of traditional shit, is it.

[deathkid]

[ it's always nice when someone isn't scared off by his expressions. ]

It's made of Stygian Iron. Forged in the Styx, the Underworld river of hatred.

[hellshot]

...

No wonder it gives off that creepy goddamn aura.

So, what. You cut someone down with it and it steals their soul?

Having your soul trapped in a sword doesn't sound like a good afterlife.

[deathkid]

It's worse than that. It sends your soul to Tatarus, from where all monsters are spawned.

Good incentive not to mess with me, right?

[hellshot]

That sounds more than a little horrifying.

[And yet, he's chuckling, his arms crossing over his chest with the low sound, his head shaking.]

And only if you warn people of that before you cut them down.

Otherwise, it's just a nasty surprise.

[deathkid]

It's usually monsters trying to eat me whom I cut down, so warnings aren't something I tend to give.

[hellshot]

Monsters, huh.

Been dealing with the ones out in the wilds here, too, then?

[deathkid]

A fair few, yeah. I spend a lot of time exploring rather than around the housing.

[hellshot]

Don't much blame you.

Too many people wanting to stop for a chat, or partying in their respective housing blocks.