Number Eight [WHAAAAAAAAAT?]

[nojusticeonlyme]

This is...extremely irregular. An...unfamiliar feeling. Very...very human.

Comments

[twicebonded]

[ What follows are a series of sounds and pauses that may or may not be the beginnings of aborted words and sentences, but Van never settles on any of them. ]

[nojusticeonlyme]

Did you wish to say something?

It's funny that this is kind of canon for Van. :|

[twicebonded]

[ A long pause. It sounds like he's choosing his words very deliberately. ]

I'm told you are Death.

However it is epically far off canon for Death >.>

[nojusticeonlyme]

I am Death. If there are other worlds, worlds where I cannot go, it is potentially possible there are other Deaths.

[twicebonded]

I met your counterpart in my world, once. I'd never expected to meet another.

[nojusticeonlyme]

There are worlds beyond narrativum, where I as an anthropomorphic personification cannot go. But before I came here I did not think of there being other Deaths on other worlds. I am a universal constant.

So I did not expect to meet another, either. I have, as yet, not.

[twicebonded]

[ Now he's just curious. ]

Hmm. What's your estimation of the Reaper?

[nojusticeonlyme]

[He's a skeleton, so it's hard to tell he's scowling, but his eyelights flare angrily]

He is...wrong. The Duty is ill-performed in the name of drama. A petty little god who dares to reap the Reaper.

...

What is your opinion?

[twicebonded]

...I really don't know enough about life-after-death to say. You've been here longer than I have; all I know is that he has no particularly discernible goal, and that makes me all the more wary.

[nojusticeonlyme]

That is a very sensible viewpoint. His sole goal appears to be drama. Which makes him very dangerous.