Death, and three of his friends, ride past the observation window.

On the outside.

He pauses long enough to wave.

The door slides open, briefly revealing the interior of the UNSC heavy cruiser Spark In Darkness. A Huragok floats idly through, and the door closes. As the creature approaches the Bar a note pops up ( Read more... )

Death is out by the stables, brushing down his horse, which occasionally has a fleeting visit here and still has his stall.

It's a very real, very alive white warhorse stallion, who stands patiently while his master finishing grooming. It'd be a perfectly normal situatin oif the master wasn't a seven foot skeleton.

It is a very busy time of year for Death, who makes a point of turning up to every single one of his appointments promptly and without complaint, no matter what the weather. But this rush only means it's all the more important that the anthropomorphic personification takes time out to refresh his capacities and get some 'downtime ( Read more... )

A grey, horned, thirteen year old alien climbs up on the bartop.

"ATTENTION DEGENERATE HUMAN MOUTHBREATHERS AND ASSOCIATED NONHUMAN BAR HANGERS ON LOUNGING AROUND THE VICINITY. I AM NOW YOUR LEADER, IN THE ADMITTEDLY LIMITED SENSE THAT I AM IN CHARGE OF DISPENSING THE LIQUID REFRESHMENT YOU ALL CRAVE. I WILL BE A WRATHFUL AND MERCILESS ALCOHOLIC ( Read more... )

There is a perfectly normal human male sitting at the bar. He has a White Russian in front of him gut he hasn't touched it yet.

His hand, you see, is fascinating. He keeps prodding it.

There is a skeleton at the Bar, clothed in a robe of Absolute Dark and accompanying by a scythe so sharp it glows blue where the very atoms of the air are being split - if it were open.

The scythe is folded shut and leans against the Bar. The robe's hood is pushed back and the shiny white cranium shines under the bar's lighting.

He's eating a

Death is about to order a drink, when he is greeted with a napkin instead. He reads it.

Very well. Sleep is good for the living.

He's just walking around to the other side when another napkin appears, the writing on which is more obscure, due to being written by someone about to go to sleep.

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Death is at the bar, where he's just finished a drink. He is currently twirling the umbrella from that drink between two manual phalanges, while he contemplates whether or not he wants a second.

So just normal drinker-at-a-bar behaviour, really.

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It doesn't take long, even for him, to gauge the general mood of the place.

I didn't do it.