[ There's a moment's pause, the sound of movement coming from the back room before Charlie emerges. He pauses, throwing on his usual friendly smile. ]
Ahh! I was wondering when I might get to chat with you.
Please, come in, have a seat. Tell me what I can do for you.
[ Charlie knows, after all, what he is. It's not hard to tell, even with powers diminished. Deities, demi-gods and avatars have a certain... scent. If it could even be called that. He moves toward the small kitchenette in the corner. ]
My apologies for becoming so... caught up. I've had my fun for now.
[Taking at least a month out of his indefinite 'vacation' was perhaps too indulgent for just settling into the land. But it is what it is.]
A coffee would be acceptable. [Then Death sits and he's straight to the point.] Really, I believe I should be asking you that... What can I do for you that is or... could be uniquely within my capabilities?
No need to apologize. Everything has been rather hectic after all.
One coffee coming up.
[ He goes about brewing a nice stiff dark blend. ]
Well. You need not be expected to do anything beyond what is asked of anyone here. However, if you wish to help...
I suppose death is the other end of life. I am... new to this. I could perhaps use some guidance on keeping a correct balance. Right now though, I am more concerned about keeping everyone in this town alive. We have some reckless types, to be blunt.
[Death isn't sure how much of the cosmic intricacies of his home might be reflected here, but if Charlie has questions on such matters, who is he to refuse such a humble soul? Now hopefully Charlie doesn't find out what he tried on a certain cat. ]
Mortals will do with their lives as they see fit... but go on. I'll listen.
[ The coffee is placed on the table in front of Death. Along with sugar and cream should he please. Charlie has a feeling he takes it black, though. ]
Well... you can feel it, right? When someone dies. You know.
I don't. Have any such sense. But I must keep our guests safe and well. I am not usually one to interfere with the cycle of life here, but I worry that if someone does enter the great circle here, being as they do not belong to this world, it could cause a great deal of variables, possible outcomes or problems.
Oh I can sense when it's near as well. I've waited as the darkness closes in and one's life is still flashing before their eyes. Sometimes life still finds a way. [And as if he's not being so macabre, Death takes a sip of the black coffee, no additions.]
While I can't say I... would normally approve, I blame the power that brought us all here. If the system's already broken some rules, what's a bit more meddling from your end, hm?
That was my thought exactly. I cannot risk the mixing of this world's souls with others lest I know what it may do. More over, I have promised to deliver everyone home safely.
I was hoping that you could... keep track for me? Warn me when it may be near for one of our residents, or if it happens so I may respond quickly.
[Another sip at the coffee. Who knows what is going through the reaper's mind after making such an noncommittal acknowledgement. Torn on the idea of going back home and the grind of herding departed souls? The full extent of Charlie's specific request? Pondering over how often the inexperienced god actually makes just bold promises?]
Do your abilities make you capable of potentially being in many places at once? More than one of us outsiders could suddenly become entrenched in such peril. [Knock on wood, which Death literally does... not too loudly... by idly tapping one of his claws upon the table exactly three times.]
Right. And I assume these rocks will be the best method for contacting you.
[Shouldn't be too hard to keep an ear out all while trying to filter out any false alarms. Doesn't stop the situation from feeling deeply strange even if he's no stranger to being a line stepper.]
As for mentoring you through godhood, we can certainly have more talks like these. [More sipping.] Compare notes.
[Huh. Death's expression turns curious as he tries to puzzle the origins of Charlie's suggestion. Though a low whisper his ears instinctively attempt to hone in on provides the answer. Upon which, makes him assume the obvious line of thinking is taken.]
... Interesting choice.
[And right after he downs the last of his cup...]
Consider it added to my... collection. Vignar it is.
Thank you. I think it fits. The color of your fur, after all...
[ Charlie smiles proudly, feeling quite chuffed the name is accepted. ]
And thank you again for coming by. If you have need of me for anything as well, I am happy to help whatever way I can. I am looking forward to more talks with you.
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Ahh! I was wondering when I might get to chat with you.
Please, come in, have a seat. Tell me what I can do for you.
[ Charlie knows, after all, what he is. It's not hard to tell, even with powers diminished. Deities, demi-gods and avatars have a certain... scent. If it could even be called that. He moves toward the small kitchenette in the corner. ]
Would you care for some tea or coffee?
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[Taking at least a month out of his indefinite 'vacation' was perhaps too indulgent for just settling into the land. But it is what it is.]
A coffee would be acceptable. [Then Death sits and he's straight to the point.] Really, I believe I should be asking you that... What can I do for you that is or... could be uniquely within my capabilities?
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One coffee coming up.
[ He goes about brewing a nice stiff dark blend. ]
Well. You need not be expected to do anything beyond what is asked of anyone here. However, if you wish to help...
I suppose death is the other end of life. I am... new to this. I could perhaps use some guidance on keeping a correct balance. Right now though, I am more concerned about keeping everyone in this town alive. We have some reckless types, to be blunt.
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[Death isn't sure how much of the cosmic intricacies of his home might be reflected here, but if Charlie has questions on such matters, who is he to refuse such a humble soul?
Now hopefully Charlie doesn't find out what he tried on a certain cat.]Mortals will do with their lives as they see fit... but go on. I'll listen.
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Well... you can feel it, right? When someone dies. You know.
I don't. Have any such sense. But I must keep our guests safe and well. I am not usually one to interfere with the cycle of life here, but I worry that if someone does enter the great circle here, being as they do not belong to this world, it could cause a great deal of variables, possible outcomes or problems.
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While I can't say I... would normally approve, I blame the power that brought us all here. If the system's already broken some rules, what's a bit more meddling from your end, hm?
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I was hoping that you could... keep track for me? Warn me when it may be near for one of our residents, or if it happens so I may respond quickly.
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[Another sip at the coffee. Who knows what is going through the reaper's mind after making such an noncommittal acknowledgement. Torn on the idea of going back home and the grind of herding departed souls? The full extent of Charlie's specific request? Pondering over how often the inexperienced god actually makes just bold promises?]
Do your abilities make you capable of potentially being in many places at once? More than one of us outsiders could suddenly become entrenched in such peril. [Knock on wood, which Death literally does... not too loudly... by idly tapping one of his claws upon the table exactly three times.]
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My magic is finite at the moment, so I try to avoid such frivolous uses... that said such a situation sounds far from frivolous to begin with.
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[Shouldn't be too hard to keep an ear out all while trying to filter out any false alarms. Doesn't stop the situation from feeling deeply strange even if he's no stranger to being a line stepper.]
As for mentoring you through godhood, we can certainly have more talks like these. [More sipping.] Compare notes.
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[ Charlie perks up visibly at the acceptance of tutoring him, so to speak. ]
Thank you! I would greatly appreciate that. Honestly I haven't really had much time to consider what things I should and shouldn't take part in.
[ He pauses, brows knitting. ]
Ah... is there something I should call you other than "Death"?
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[Really. Try him.]
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Vignar!
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... Interesting choice.
[And right after he downs the last of his cup...]
Consider it added to my... collection. Vignar it is.
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[ Charlie smiles proudly, feeling quite chuffed the name is accepted. ]
And thank you again for coming by. If you have need of me for anything as well, I am happy to help whatever way I can. I am looking forward to more talks with you.