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Thread: Let Me Reap Your Soul (Survivor00 and Autumn)

From a distance, she could see a lone figure patrolling the beach at his leisure. Had she ever been where he stood? Was there ever a time in her life where she could feel the squish of sand between her toes? There must have been, though her faded memories could recall no such event. Dull eyes watched him tip his head to the sky, as if gazing upon something astounding. Her head followed suit, gray irises searching the sky for the same appeal, though she could see nothing but vast darkness. What had been so appealing about that? Helena brought herself back to the present, setting her sights on him once again. He moved through the water with grace and poise, as if he somehow belonged there. It must have been wonderful to be that free, to feel the water splash upon his face. Leaning over, she dropped her hand into the lake, fingers brushing through it. Nothing. No drop of moisture coated her hand and no feelings of wetness against her skin were ever present. . .just like the occurrence had never taken place. She noted, too, that he chose the most dangerous time to swim. One slip up and his mortal life was over it was beautiful. For a moment, she felt like an intruder, invading the privacy he was obviously striving to have. Still, she could not stop watching. He moved to the platform with almost an arrogant stride. He didn't know how reckless he was being, how much closer to death every step brought him. It was the same with all humans, and she was certain at one time it had been the same with her. As if in a dream-like state, she saw him slip and disappear into the dark depths below. Her eyes closed, a fire beginning to burn within her chest as if his soul was calling out to her. He was dying, and the instinct to reap was overwhelming. She could almost hear the water entering his lungs, slowly drowning him. It was glorious and magnificent, the way it always was when the time came to collect what was hers. When her eyes opened, she was in the water with his limp form. His hair moved with the waves, bubbles exiting his mouth as he struggled to breathe. His expression looked desperate, though there was a certain glaze to his eyes. Yes, he was going to be hers. Her mighty wings spread, arms open while one hand clutched her great staff. But, for one moment, she couldn't do it. There was a part of her, the little remnants of humanity, that wanted him to live. He was exquisite in so many ways, this ordinary human. An internal civil war began to take place. The little pieces of Helena battled the reaper, and in the end the more barbaric side won. Her hesitation came with a hefty price, though. Somehow, fate intervened, as if punishing her for her tardiness. There was another body in that water, swimming quickly to heave him out of it. They worked to resuscitate him, robbing her of another soul.
Thread: Let Me Reap Your Soul (Survivor00 and Autumn)

Daniel didn??t remember much of the ambulance ride from the camp to the hospital, just fuzzy, disconnected images of a paramedic leaning over him as he slipped in and out of consciousness, the constant rocking of the vehicle below him, the piercing sounds of wailing sirens. The only moment that stood out with any clarity in his mind was the moment that him and?her? had made eye contact. The Angel of Death?watching him from the beach as they carried him away. It was the look on her face, that look of surprise, as if she didn??t expect that he could see her? He didn??t think he??d ever forget it. He had thought he had heard a voice?but?he couldn??t have? When he had told the doctor that checked him over what he had seen, he was simply told that he was suffering from a mild concussion, and that the strange vision had been nothing more than Post-Trauma and the results of his head injury. But it had felt far too real to just be a hallucination? Daniel groaned softly, his head pounding like a drum with every beat of his heart. They had stitched up the gash on his forehead, and wrapped that in bandages that felt just a little too tight for his head. He tried over and over to get comfortable, to try and sleep for a few hours, but he couldn??t, so he just lay there with his eyes closed. The stillness was almost maddening as time seemed to drag on. Fortunately for him, they said that that his injuries weren??t serious, and that he would be able to be released tomorrow they just wanted to keep him overnight for some observation. He sighed, hearing the steady and incessant bleeping of the heart monitor they had hooked up to him. His parents hadn??t shown up yet, but that wasn??t surprising, they lived hours away, but he knew they had to be coming as fast as they could. He was not looking forward to that conversation? Gradually, he felt the presence of someone else in the room with him, even though he didn??t recall ever hearing the door being opened. Maybe if he just acted like he was asleep, he would have to worry about being bothered with questions or checkups. He kept his eyes closed as he lay there, breathing softly hoping to at least make it look convincing. Daniel heard a soft voice, a small yelp of pain. It didn??t sound like any of the nurses that had been checking in on him today. A few seconds later, that same voice softly called his name, and now it was curiosity the made him open his eyes. The heart monitor suddenly spiked as he found himself staring up at the black-winged girl who he had seen at the lake. His green eyes were wide open, his voice locked in his throat, unable to speak as he stared up at her. Was she here to claim him again? The scythe in her hand, the black, hooded robe, the large, dark wings, it was undeniable as to what she was?
Thread: Let Me Reap Your Soul (Survivor00 and Autumn)

At the exact moment that his stunning green eyes flew open, his heart rate increased drastically enough that it set off the alert on the monitor. Her own gray eyes widened, quickly withdrawing her hand from his face. He was staring at her, there was no doubt about that. Oh, she couldn't imagine how much fear he must be feeling, though she could see it in his eyes. Helena wanted to speak, but she was too startled to find words. He could see her. A human being with a mortal soul could actually visibly see her standing before him. She knew that she must look like, well, death to him. After all, that's what she was. The image was painted perfectly for him like a Gothic canvas with her black shroud and tall scythe in tow. She wasn't entirely skeletal, but she didn't appear to be a normal person either. He must have thought her an ugly monster with her dull eyes, limp blond hair, and massive wings. And yet, even as he nearly trembled before her, she thought she'd never see someone so magnificent. Please. She spoke, her voice soft and warm, completely the opposite of what someone would expect a reaper to sound like. Please, you must calm down. Carefully and hesitantly, her arm extended back to him. Palm lowered to his chest, flattening against his ribcage. She could hear his heart thumping erratically, pounding against her hand. Such vivaciousness, such life. You're not dying, Daniel. How sweetly and effortlessly his name rolled off her tongue. Though she didn't think he could feel her the way she could feel him, she did not remove her hand. I don't understand how you can see me. Eyes so gentle swept over his face, admiring every contour to the battered flesh. But you do. She whispered, coiling her fingers and finally withdrawing her hand. It really was your fault, you know. You shouldn't have been swimming out there like that, but perhaps you were lucky it was me who came for you. Otherwise, you would not be alive. Her second nature was beginning to take over, and she didn't realize how barbaric and insensitive she must have sounded. There was a time in her life when she would never have such harsh words for someone, but then again, her mind and soul was mostly inhabited by a reaper now. Please, don't be frightened by me. Her tone was soothing, her hand wishing to hold his in comfort. I'm not here to claim you. This is your second chance at life. I just simply wanted to prove you knew of my existence. At that moment, the door flew open. A concerned nurse rushed in, going to his monitor to turn it off. Are you alright? She asked him, walking around to the side of the bed where Helena stood. Without knowing it, the woman stepped right through her, half of her body cutting through Helena's. What's got you so anxious?
Thread: Let Me Reap Your Soul (Survivor00 and Autumn)

The frantic cry of the heart monitor was the only sound in the small room as the two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. The Angel of Death seemed just as startled as he was, but it was a fact that was lost to him at the moment. Her eyes were a dull gray, wide open with surprise. Her outstretched arm hovered only scant inches away from his chest, her fingers long and slender, looking almost skeletal?ghostly white, bony. He trembled underneath her gaze, wanting to pull away, but he felt paralyzed to the spot, his breath catching slightly in his throat. Finally, the words wrenched their way out of his ensnared throat. ??Wh-what?what do you want?? His voice cracked, and he swallowed dryly. His heart was pounding feverishly against his ribcage, and she spoke softly to him, her voice not what he expected. Still, he tried to sink deeper into the mattress as she pressed her outstretched hand against his chest. Even through his hospital gown, her touch felt like a cold wind, just a presence against his skin. This is how they took your soul wasn??t it? The ??touch of Death??? Even as she assured him that he was not dying, he still felt his heart pounding. He could not look away from her face, such a gentle expression, even though she seemed tortured beyond what she was admitting. She took him in with her eyes, as he followed hers. Her fingers traced cold lines down his chest as she slowly withdrew her hand from him. Instantly, he felt his heart to make sure it was still really beating. He tried forming words, some question to ask her, something, but nothing could come out. She seemed to sense his panic and her soothing words tried to calm him. Why would she want to prove he knew of her? Wasn??t she upset that she lost a soul? There was a whole series of movies on that concept. What did this mean for him? The door swung open and the nurse rushed in, shutting off the alarm. The apparition of the Reaper came apart like mist as the nurse and her stood in the same place. Daniel??s skin felt clammy, drenched in a cold sweat. ??I s-s-saw?her.? He pointed at the half-image of Helena, his finger trembling, his hand inadvertently brushing against the Reaper's.
Thread: Let Me Reap Your Soul (Survivor00 and Autumn)

Daniel quickly realized that the nurse didn??t believe him, but really, why should she believe him when he was having a hard time believing himself? He fell silent as the nurse took his hand and began taking his pulse, keeping his eyes focused on the Angel of Death that stood before him, seemingly locked in place by the nurse??s intrusion. Her eyes were wide in panic, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he knew how ridiculous he would sound, asking the nurse to move because she was standing inside a person who shouldn??t exist. He closed his eyes and sighed??Nothing?nevermind.? He said quietly, averting his eyes at last. He could honestly care less about sleeping right now, especially not with her looking over him. But finally, the nurse left the room and he found himself with the Reaper??s body almost on top of him, and the blinds jumped as if though a breeze had swept through the room. The air felt bitterly cold, like he had stepped outside without a coat in December, but as soon as she pulled away, it was warm again. Her voice was sickly sweet as she asked those questions, his eyes widening slightly as she spoke. He didn??t exactly know how to respond to her, but finally, the words formed in his throat. ??It?It??s cold. Kind of like winter air?? He whispered, looking up into her gray eyes. ??Why?why do you want to know this? How come I can see you?? His voice was still somewhat frightened, but he was no longer frozen to the spot at the sight of her.
Thread: Let Me Reap Your Soul (Survivor00 and Autumn)

How remarkable that her touch would feel cold, almost like a cruel irony parallel to the metaphor of death being icy. Her lips twisted into a sardonic grin, the reaper proud of her chilly presence. Eyes closed to him, but when reopened she found that she was no longer standing by his side at the window. Instead, she appeared on the opposite side and was perched upon the end of the bed near his feet. Her robes covered the linen, the black overtaking the white. And, though she could feel her weight pressing down on the bed, she doubted her would ever feel the shift nor would anyone see a dip in the mattress. He still seemed wary of her, almost like he worried this unstable creature would change her mind and claim him right there. Death loved this it wanted his heart to accelerate and sweat to stain his skin. Still, to reassure him she had no foul intentions, she kept her bony hands visibly in her lap. I ask you this because you are the first living mortal to ever see me. Would you not find it miraculous if you suddenly became invisible and no one could see you even though you were always there? It's the opposite for me, becoming visible to someone. I'm intrigued by it, and wish to know all I can. She would pause at that, choosing not to delve further into the story. I'm not sure you really want to hear the answer to your latter question. Head canted, eyes dropping from his face to a spot on the wall. Did you choose this, Daniel, or do you think fate chose this for you? She asked, raising her eyes back to him. You made the choice to swim at night. You risked your own life and almost lost it. I was waiting for you, could feel your constricted lungs calling for me. Then, you lived, robbed from my grasp. I wonder if your choices led you to me or if fate led you to choose me. She knew how exhausted he must feel. Perhaps her complex words were jumbled to his ears, making no sense. Maybe he thought her just an illusion or a painful nightmare. I told you, though, you have nothing to fear. Life was chosen for you and so long as your heart is beating you are safe from me. There is nothing I can do to intervene with that. Just to prove her point, she leaned across him, her robes brushing his chest, and reached for his IV bag. Fingers floated through it, the drip unharmed. See? I cannot do you any physical harm. I cannot stop your heart. She sat up away from him. I understand your fear, but I wish you wouldn't be so frightened of me. You are not dying any more than I am living.
Thread: Let Me Reap Your Soul (Survivor00 and Autumn)

The dark grin that twisted the Reaper??s lips made a shiver race up Daniel??s spine, and he was certain that his stomach his just digested itself a little bit. That grin seemed to be one of pride, pride at her natural ability to scare him almost to?well?death. He unconsciously edged himself a little further away from her cloak-covered form. He glanced over at the door for a second, wondering if it was possible for him to get up and run. Looking back to see what she was doing, he visibly jumped when he found her poised at the foot of the hospital bed, his heart kicking suddenly at his ribs. ??Don??t? do that!? He stammered, his eyes wide. Did he just order Death? As her gray eyes poured into his, he couldn??t look away. ??Sorry?? He choked out. Please don??t kill me? He listened as she told him why she was so fascinated with him. He didn??t have many other options but to listen. That would explain why the nurse had walked right through her, and not noticed, or how he was the only one on the beach to have seen her standing there. ??Yeah?I could imagine that would be a?shock?? He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back up at her. He was having a casual conversation with the Grim Reaper. He wouldn??t be lying if he said she wasn??t entirely what he expected? All the Grim Reapers he had seen in stories and on Halloween were skeletal figures clad in tattered robes. And while her pallid almost ashen skin certainly indicated her deathly state?he was glad she looked human? He saw how she tried to avoid the issue when he asked how he could see her, but it wasn??t hard to figure out? ??I died.? He said?the words almost... ??I died and you came for me.? He looked up at her, watching as she turned to focus on a place on the wall. Still, he found himself unable to stop shuddering. ??But someone else got to me first?? He sighed again, shaking his head. ??I don??t know?coincidence, maybe?fate? I don??t know?? Now he was getting existential? He felt the hairs on his arm prickle as she her arm moved closer to the IV, feeling the cool brushing of her raven-hued robes against his chest. A half-stammered ??D-Don??t?? passed from his lips before he watched as her hand passed through the IV bag as though it wasn??t there. After a moment, he exhaled and his tensed shoulders drooped tiredly. ??I??m sorry?it??s a natural reaction, I suppose?? Was it? It wasn??t like this happened every day? He reached over once again, cautiously, as though he were about to touch a wild animal. His hand rested against her upper arm, feeling icy cold against his palm. It was like?touching water?sort of. She wasn??t solid to his touch by any means, but he could feel that there was something there. He gave a weak smile to her, slowly getting more...used to her presence there.
Thread: Let Me Reap Your Soul (Survivor00 and Autumn)

Helena knew there was little she could do to ease the tension between them. It certainly was a natural reaction to fear death she couldn't argue with him over that. While he commanded her, still trying to adjust to her presence, she remained perfectly still. His body was a fragile thing, and the heart certainly was capable of bursting if shocked enough to be sent into erratic patterns. If his fear stopped the thin thread that connected him to the living world, she would have no choice but to claim his soul. She wouldn't be able to deny herself that right it was as natural to her as fear was to him. She let him piece together the puzzle, figuring out on his own how it came to be that she was suddenly visible to him. Yes. She spoke flatly, her expression remaining stoic. I have told you what happened earlier tonight. Her line of sight redirected to the machine rapidly flashing lines across the screen. Don't you understand that remaining calm is your best defense against me? You have to fight to live in my presence. I won't harm you so long as you're alive, but once you cross from this realm into mine, your soul will belong to me. Helena hadn't intended to be so harsh, but the reaper had begun to speak to him now. The creature inside of her fed on his fear, hoping that his delicate life would expire soon while the remnants of the woman did not. As he apologized for his reactions, she let out a hollow laughter that was dull and tuneless. I'm going to tell you a secret we all fear what I am. She paused, closing her eyes as the traces of memories came back to her. Do you think I was born into what I am? No, I was made. There were random flashes of a car, blood, and a powerful being waiting for her. His hand came to rest on her arm, those painful sparks of electricity jolting her. Eyes flew open, a dazed expression settling on her pale features. Turning her head sharply to her arm, she slowly lifted her bony hand to rest atop his. Dragging in a deep breath, she savored the moment of feeling somewhat. . . alive. . . again. There was no heart beating in her chest or blood flowing through her veins, but the electric currents were a vague resemblance to living. I was human once, Daniel. She began, her voice soft and melancholy. My name was, she paused, unable to recall who she was. Shaking her head, she searched her memory, the hint of the word in the back of her mind. Helena. She recalled, a small smile gracing her lips in victory. I died, too, only I was too afraid to accept it. Unlike you, I didn't have a human-born reaper to claim my soul and carry me to a peaceful place. I met Death Himself, and the bargain he struck with me was far worse than what I could ever do to you. She looked away from him, not wanting him to see the hurt in her eyes. You see, we are born to live and die. It is natural, but I was too much of a coward to face my fate. That's who I was and this is what I have become.
Thread: Leon's RP Request Thread

Question! raises hand Why should stating one's sex andor gender be required? I mean, isn't it the character that matters?
Thread: Leon's RP Request Thread

I meant RL self, not character wise. It's a personal thing with me, I like knowing the person I'm RPing with. I mean, just because you're RPing a dude, that doesn't make you a dude.
Thread: Leon's RP Request Thread

. But why does that matter, is all I'm askin', yeah? The honesty bit makes me want to lie, by the way.
Thread: Leon's RP Request Thread

We'll, it's a personal occurance from the past, but I guess you've got a point, it isn't that important. Hell, I'll remove it then, guess I was just being a bit....hasty in judgement due to a past event.
Thread: Leon's RP Request Thread

No, you're certainly allowed to restrict like that. . But, to me, it's like hearing 'you must tell me your hair colour', so I think it's silly. But that's just me!
Thread: Leon's RP Request Thread

Like I said, you've got a point, I was making a big deal out of nothing.
Thread: A hike in the woods.  ((Ceronos and Fancy Brat))

Deep within the woods there was a small Lizard men camp that had just been set up recently. The small group was starting to set up their territory, and the Lizard men where very hostile to any male species who step one foot in their territory... however for women it was a different story. One of the lizard men looked up as he picked up a faint scent, that was slowly becoming stronger. The lizard man looked at the chief Intruders. He muttered out. The chief nodded. Take 'em out. He said as three lizardmen went off to the woods. As the lizard men had surrounded their target, they smirked as they notice that their intruder was a female fox.
Thread: A hike in the woods.  ((Ceronos and Fancy Brat))

Miranda was a young female fox who lived in the small village nearby. She was quite a beautiful girl, at 17 years old. She was one to get attention around the village, but she didn't really act too much into any of the males. She had beautiful orange fur with a creamy white down her middle, and bright blue eyes. She was currently wearing a white tanktop with a pair of blue shorts, covering her sleek body and C-cup breasts. She had taken a bit of time from the village to take a little walk, and what better place the the nearby woods. Of course, she had heard maybe rumors from villagers, especially her best friend Ami that there were creatures that attacked anyone who entered. Miranda didn't think much of it and went in anyway, almost looking to prove them wrong. She couldn't believe that such occurances were real. She thought she'd take it a step further, heading deeper into the woods, the sight of her village slowly disappearing.
Thread: A hike in the woods.  ((Ceronos and Fancy Brat))

The lizard men stalked her as she entered deeper into the woods, their steps almost in sync with hers as she walked deeper and deeper into the woods. Eventually she was far enough away from the village where if she had yelled out, no one would hear her. It was now the time to strike. One of the lizard men quickly snuck up behind her, as he grabbed her hands and forced them behind her back. A second lizard man then quickly tied her hands together as the third would place a collar on her neck. You are now property of the Ryuki tribe... The lizardmen said as he looked up and down her sexy body. What a delicious looking body you have... He said as the lizardman behind her grasped and squeezed her breasts.