your friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
Day: 37
Characters: Mayuri (dissectionist) and Death the Kid (symmetriphiliac)
Summary: Therapy for a Death God, from a Death God! Won't this be fun.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night, late night
Status: Closed, Incomplete
While working on Death Gods had not been on his list of things to do in the next several centuries or so, Mayuri found himself, for the second time, preparing to take care of yet another self-proclaimed Death God from someplace he had relatively little interest in. From the way the boy's dossier had been worded, he believed himself to be quite a powerful Death God, armed with weapons who were also people. He was reminded of that stupid shy creature with the black blood, who had disappeared before any good experiments could be run. It was ridiculous, the rate of death or transference around here. Nothing seemed to stick around long enough for him to learn anything.
Except those Exorcists, but even they were getting on his nerves of late. They were too stubborn for their own good.
When the nameless security thug brought the boy into the room, Mayuri didn't even look over as he instructed the man to strap Kid into the chair. Once that was done, he seized the last of the tools he would need and picked up the dossier, ready to leave as many notes as he could rend from this brat's mind.
"Death the Kid," he intoned dryly, finally approaching Kid. "What creativity your parents must have had. Tell me about your world."
Characters: Mayuri (dissectionist) and Death the Kid (symmetriphiliac)
Summary: Therapy for a Death God, from a Death God! Won't this be fun.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night, late night
Status: Closed, Incomplete
While working on Death Gods had not been on his list of things to do in the next several centuries or so, Mayuri found himself, for the second time, preparing to take care of yet another self-proclaimed Death God from someplace he had relatively little interest in. From the way the boy's dossier had been worded, he believed himself to be quite a powerful Death God, armed with weapons who were also people. He was reminded of that stupid shy creature with the black blood, who had disappeared before any good experiments could be run. It was ridiculous, the rate of death or transference around here. Nothing seemed to stick around long enough for him to learn anything.
Except those Exorcists, but even they were getting on his nerves of late. They were too stubborn for their own good.
When the nameless security thug brought the boy into the room, Mayuri didn't even look over as he instructed the man to strap Kid into the chair. Once that was done, he seized the last of the tools he would need and picked up the dossier, ready to leave as many notes as he could rend from this brat's mind.
"Death the Kid," he intoned dryly, finally approaching Kid. "What creativity your parents must have had. Tell me about your world."