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[updollsdresses]

[Now, when one wakes up to find two rosy-cheeked young children calling you Daddy and jumping on you when you were quite sure that but a few minutes ago you had been killed, there are only so many ways one can react. You could scream. You could scream and then go examine your surroundings. You could question the children as to your location. Or,

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[mydedicatedfix]

Oh, goodness! How refreshing, we rarely get such polite introductions, Mr. Teatime. Please, call me Kid.

Speaking of introductions, have you been properly introduced to our current situation?

[updollsdresses]

All I know, Mr. Kid, is that we're in some... American town called Mayfield, I've been made a father, and I'm very, very far from home. Other than that... very little, I'm afraid.

[mydedicatedfix]

[Mr. Kid? At last, some semblance of respect. Egotism++.]

Those in charge also have a penchant for mind-games, brainwashing, and soul-stealing, I'm afraid. Disgusting, really.

They run such a tidy operation otherwise.

[updollsdresses]

Brainwashing? Soul-stealing? Interesting, very... interesting. And just who are the people in charge?

[mydedicatedfix]

A valid question. Do you really think we would still have these, ah, issues if we knew?

[updollsdresses]

No, I don't believe so.

Is there anything else you think I should know, Mr. Kid?

[mydedicatedfix]

Unless you hold an interest for lineage, but disappointingly enough, most who arrive have no respect for that sort of importance.

[updollsdresses]

Lineage? That does sound... interesting.

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[mydedicatedfix]

Ah, yes, of course--

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[mydedicatedfix]

Kid is a title, if you will - my full name is Death the Kid, heir to the Death God throne, son of Lord Death, also known as reapers or shinigami in other cultures.

To be completely frank, my bloodline and status contribute to my sizable disgust with this blasted town. People don't seem to like to stay dead, you see.

Really, it's an insult to trifle with the domain of the gods like that.

[updollsdresses]

[long. fucking. pause.]

You're the son of Death?

[mydedicatedfix]

Did I stutter?

[updollsdresses]

That's impossible.

Death's only "relative" is his granddaughter.

[mydedicatedfix]

Hmph! Don't be ridiculous. I believe I would know if Honorable Father had any other heirs. Or goodness, if I had a daughter myself. Of all the ideas!

[updollsdresses]

We must be talking about... different Deaths, then.

[There's more than one Death in existence. FHL, srsly]

[mydedicatedfix]

A possibility. Is yours bound to a city in the state of Nevada?