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[toomanypostits]

You haven't seen Rube around. No, really, trust me, you haven't. He's been there, sure, but Reapers don't actually need food or drink when they're incorporeal, so he's been keeping himself from being a drain on resources. There's no waffles or bacon anyway, so he figures why bother

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[oldtownblades]

When her shade steps out of the body, looking to him, and then to her body, she doesn't look all that surprised, or pained.

Confused, maybe. Who expects his kind of person after death? But then, no one really expects to die in the first place. Miho certainly didn't.

[toomanypostits]

Rube comes from a time where racism was a matter of course. Times change, of course, and he's gotten a lot better. But if his first thought still ends up being, oh, great, the Jap, we'll hope you can forgive him, since he does have the presence of mind not to voice it.

"I'm sorry. Umm... shit... uh.. go-men na-sai," he says haltingly. Reapers are supposed to learn common languages of their area for these kinds of things, but his Japanese is more than a little rusty. "The way it's supposed to work is I do this before you die so that it doesn't hurt, and you don't end up with those."

He gestures vaguely toward her wounds, both on her body and her spirit.

[oldtownblades]

It's funny, isn't it, that hole in her chest?

Miho's delicate little fingers go right into it, and can wriggle about. She takes a good few seconds just standing there, poking her spirit body thoughtfully.

Then she looks back up to him, waiting to be told what to do.

[toomanypostits]

Yeah, it is kinda funny, actually. Seeing as how it's nowhere near any of the worst of the acid burns.

"That's not a burn," he says frankly, pointing to it. "Looks like you got stuck. Anyone we know?"

[thelesboexpress]

"I think all the holes got eaten by the acid, man. Fuck one of the other corpses, you weirdo."

Randall's irritated with death and not enjoying it much, if only because he can't seem to actually open his porn magazines and Dante's being ridiculously respectful of them due to his death. Pussy.

Thus, it's no surprise he's leaning in the door frame of the entry to the infirmary and glaring at Rube.

[toomanypostits]

Rube looks between the second body and the spirit at the door.

"Well. Looks like you managed to get out on your own, there."

Extremely rare, but not unheard-of. Self-reaps, that is. 'Do-it-yourselfers' in common parlance.

"And I was coming to get you out and send you on. So watch your fucking mouth."

[thelesboexpress]

"Yeah. Um, no."

He shakes his head as he walks in.

"I'm not going anywhere. Fuck that shit. Last time I went anywhere, it was here and this is bad enough, so feel free to take those two suckers and be along your merry fucking way."

[toomanypostits]

Rube laughs mirthlessly.

"Right. Yeah, that's not how it works. You die, you move on. You don't stick around in this shithole world any more."

[witchoftwominds]

The little chubby girl in the pointy hat is last. Nobody got the chance to know her, and now, nobody will.

She sits up when Rube pulls her spirit free.

"Where the hell have you-- you're not him."

[toomanypostits]

Rube pauses, mouth open.

"You were expecting someone specific?"

[witchoftwominds]

She drops down off the table, and immediately regrets losing the height advantage.

"I'm dead, aren't I? He's supposed to be here. I am a witch, you know. Personal appearances by Death are part of the deal."

Of course, so was knowing in advance so you could get your affairs in order, but that one came to nothing.

[toomanypostits]

"Death," he repeats blandly. "Big guy, robe, scythe, all bone?"