Who: Cain, Pepper Potts (and open to Shadow Gallery peeps)
What: Pepper's luck runs out.
Where: The Shadow Gallery, Northern District
When: Dated for shortly before everyone returns from
this.
Notes: Please tag yourself in! Soundtrack:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQXVpv9cC5M
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He had hesitated when taking the lifetimer from the shelf, as if questioning if it was correct. He knew better than that, and he knew it was not the first time, nor would it be the last that he was called to harvest an acquaintance.
No, not just acquaintances. It wouldn't have bothered him as much were it simply that, were it not this place. He had allowed himself to befriend people here. But he had to remind himself that he had a reason for being here, as well.
His shadowed visage looked down upon the bloodied form as he appeared there within the room. As though expecting the name to have changed, Death slid the lifetimer out from his black robes, holding it up to read the letters that were engraved along the curve of its metal rim: VIRGINIA POTTS
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"Oh." She began, "Hello." She cast a sideways glance around before asking, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in." She knows him from the Network, recognizes him, but is so preoccupied with the nagging desire to mess with something in her hair that she hasn't quite put two and two together.
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The bony fingers tilted the lifetimer in hand again, and he glanced at it again before taking a step towards the woman.
ARE YOU AWARE OF WHAT HAS HAPPENED?
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"No, but I..." Her hand went to the back of her head again, "I think something hit the back of my head--" She spun around, showing nothing on her back or head, "Do you see anything?"
And that's when she saw her corpse. Pepper screamed.
"Oh, my god!"
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The lifetimer vanished within his robes, the tall scythe he bore, spinning quickly, the blade's sharp edge glowing blue as it sliced atoms and neatly swept between Pepper's body and soul. In the next second black would fill Pepper's vision as Death interposed himself between what was left of her and the bloody body on the floor.
...I...AM SORRY...
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Pepper put out a trembling hand, pointing down at her corpse. "Th-that's me. Why am I...?" She finally seemed to understand, turning around slowly to stare openly at Death. There was a flicker of an offended, betrayed expression on her face, but it passed as soon as she touched her forehead.
She shook her head. Not his fault.
"...What happened? I was talking to Rion and--"
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The look had not gone entirely unnoticed. It was not one he was unfamiliar with, and Death could hardly fault the woman for anything that was going through her mind. It was a normal reaction for those who had been killed without realizing it. At the most, perhaps Pepper could have been thankful it had happened so quickly.
Yet, it was a brutal and unnecessary death...
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"Of course not! He would never do something like that!" Pepper believed this, whole-heartedly, but seemed to lack an understanding of what Death meant.
Her assumption is some mysterious assailant had attacked them both.
"Oh god, Mr. Steiner is all alone in the gallery! He's too weak to--"
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DO NOT WORRY ABOUT THE BOY. HE WILL BE FINE, AND HE IS HARDLY ALONE.
He gestured with a hand.
PERHAPS FOR NOW, WE SHOULD LEAVE THIS PLACE...
It couldn't be very comfortable standing in the same room as your dead body, after all.
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Again, a misunderstanding, but she assumed that by 'hardly alone' implied those very friends that had saved Rion would soon return. Oh, what a mess they were in for!
"Where are we going? What happens now?"
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FOR NOW? YOU WILL BE ABLE TO RETURN, IN TIME. ALTHOUGH MY WORK IS DONE HERE, I SUPPOSE I COULD INVITE YOU TO MY HOME, UNLESS YOU HAVE SOMEWHERE ELSE YOU FEEL YOU NEED TO BE..?
Death glanced at her inquiringly, awaiting her decision.
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"...Your home?"
This stops Pepper in her tracks, her head twitching to the side. "Death has a home." This immediately brought up images of a mausoleum or crypt.
Seriously?!
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YES, I AM CERTAIN I HAVE MENTIONED IT BEFORE? WHEN YOU WERE LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO STAY...
Shrugging, he extended his free hand towards her. YOU CAN DECIDE, ONCE WE ARE THERE, he suggested.
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"Wh-what happens if I don't? I mean, where do dead people go in Nautilus before they... reform or come back to life or... whatever it is that happens--" She looked at his bony hand and realized something terrible.
"...Oh my god, I don't know anything about this. You're the expert, Death."
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He looked at her again.
IF IT HELPS, YOU WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST THAT I'VE PUT UP IN MY HOME FOR A WHILE. I'M TRYING TO HELP MAKE THIS A LITTLE EASIER, BUT I UNDERSTAND THAT THIS WHOLE SITUATION IS ALREADY DIFFICULT.
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