Store Front Apartments, Rube's apartment, Tuesday Morning
Rube sat going over the paperwork for today's Reaps, and also some of the past ones. Included among the names, was a memo.
Normal rules don't apply to Milieux. Mediums abound, as well as other things that'll probably penetrate your cover. Don't put an ad in the paper or anything but don't break yourself trying to hide what's going on either. Pretty sure they can handle it.
Pretty sure? The ghosts maybe yeah, but he didn't think they'd respond to kindly to an actual Reaper in their midst. He shrugged. At least he didn't have to act like a fucking moron trying to pretend not to see or hear a soul if someone saw them. The strangeness of this town didn't stop with the mediums and demons and resurrected girls (and thank God that one wasn't his problem) of course. What Rube really found singular about this whole place, was his, mostly, getting along with the living.
Among the things on his desk were some bits of mail as well. That was something he was still not used to getting. Last time he'd gotten mail it'd been a return to sender. Letter from Daisy, postcard from Mason, Christmas card from Roxie, thank you card from George. He was touched, in spite of himself.
Well, back to work. These souls weren't gonna reap themselves.
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Normal rules don't apply to Milieux. Mediums abound, as well as other things that'll probably penetrate your cover. Don't put an ad in the paper or anything but don't break yourself trying to hide what's going on either. Pretty sure they can handle it.
Pretty sure? The ghosts maybe yeah, but he didn't think they'd respond to kindly to an actual Reaper in their midst. He shrugged. At least he didn't have to act like a fucking moron trying to pretend not to see or hear a soul if someone saw them. The strangeness of this town didn't stop with the mediums and demons and resurrected girls (and thank God that one wasn't his problem) of course. What Rube really found singular about this whole place, was his, mostly, getting along with the living.
Among the things on his desk were some bits of mail as well. That was something he was still not used to getting. Last time he'd gotten mail it'd been a return to sender. Letter from Daisy, postcard from Mason, Christmas card from Roxie, thank you card from George. He was touched, in spite of himself.
Well, back to work. These souls weren't gonna reap themselves.
[Open if you wish.]