[Introduction] Heavy is the Head that wears the Crown

[binkypowah]

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[cute_shinigami]

Well, here's one of those other, newer shinigami, usually seen clad in nice suits or casual, modern garb, walking the corridor purposefully. He's a rather pretty-faced fellow, with striking violet eyes: his dad must have decided to improve PR a bit by hiring lookers to escort the souls of the departed, in some world or other.

It doesn't take long for the handsome fellow to realize he's not alone. He might start a bit. "Whoa -- what?! You're not... huh? You're a kid," he sputters.

[binkypowah]

Koenma merely looks at one of his fathers many employees.

"And you're handsome, reaper. Can you tell me where I am?"

The guy almost reminds him of the ferrywomen, he's so pretty.

[cute_shinigami]

"You're at the Mansion, sir," he says, bowing deeply. He might be a bit dense when it comes to sensing other preternatural entities, but when it comes to other death gods and ones more powerful than he, their energy is unmistakable.

[binkypowah]

"It nice to see someone that knows how to show respect. But you must not know who I am, I am Koenma, son of the King Enma Daioh. You should know him, he's supposed to be your boss." We apologize for the smugness of the introduction, it's what comes with being a god.

"The Mansion? Is this another branch of Spirit Realm?"

These two have to meet...

[death_dawg]

Should Koenma venture into the kitchen, he might sense a presence that's likely every bit as powerful as his dad's. Though if he looks, he'll see a tall, slightly middle-aged fellow with a vaguely Middle-Eastern look to him, washing dishes, while a pot of coffee brews.

Though to Koenma's eyes, his shadow might not quite match his form....

[binkypowah]

Of course even Gods get hungry sometimes, so as Koenma goes floating around the kitchen looking for something good to cram in his face. Jacquel's presence however, stops him in his tracks.

It's feels almost exactly like his Father's... except far older.

[death_dawg]

He looks up, three pairs of eyes looking back, the eyes of the man, the eyes of a dog and the eyes of the dog-headed guardian of the dead.

And then there is simply the man looking back. "Looking for something to eat?" he asks. "I was just having breakfast." And the voice might be a mortal's calm voice

[binkypowah]

The Little Prince does see that and he may float back.

"Um... yes. What-I mean who are you?"

It's a death god party...

[death_kl0wn]

There sure are a lot of his kin, of all different kinds in this place. But this one might look more familiar, since he's a lot more spooky looking than the other two, but right now, it's perched on a chandelier of the main room, reading a manga magazine and noshing on apples from a basket at it's side.

The shinigami looks up and does something like a double-take. "Huh? Who are you, kid?" he asks, puzzled.

[binkypowah]

Of course Koenma had heard about the various types of reapers his father laid off as soon as he took the throne so long ago, including reapers that looked like strange skeleton/clown/bird hybrids that had no formal hierarchy except their own ruler.

Of course, being the sort of sheltered prince that he is, he's never seen one of them.

"Me? What are you? You read like a reaper but... you're ugly."

[death_kl0wn]

"Heh-heh, yah think? Some people think I'm kinda cool-lookin'," he says. "I'm a shinigami."

[binkypowah]

"Who are those people?"

He may blink.

"You do read as one... but you're older than my father."

One more pyschopomp...

[kidscissoreaper]

Now this one likely isn't one of his dad's (Britain being a predominantly Christian collection of countries, its reapers likely come under St. Peter or St. Michael's jurisdiction, unless they answer directly to the All Mighty...) but the peculiar figure sprawled gracefully on a couch in the main room, half-dozing on a summery day like this, reads like one of Enma's servant.

It's also likely tricky to figure out if this reaper has a masculine or a feminine "shell"....

[binkypowah]

Religion does play a part in the groupings of how people get to the afterlife, and Koenma's father does not rule over Grell's agency. (He does go over when there is trouble, that God does get around.) But right now he's trying to wrap his mind around exactly what is this reaper, boy or girl?

At least they gave genders in HQ. (Mostly female.)

[kidscissoreaper]

The figure turns over, face up, showing an especially *pretty* face, one that has the soft skin and delicate features of a girl, but the strong bones of a young man.

The strange reaper opens an eye, looking up. "Eh? who's there?" Sie's clearly sensed something...

[binkypowah]

Koenma looks down at Grell, not exactly examining the shinigami, but something close to it.

"Koenma Daioh, royal prince of the Daioh family. And you are?"

[justin_out]

Justin is not godly in the least, though he might be a bit queenly. We're not expecting the little prince to be impressed in the least, but the typists thinks this might be amusing. He doesn't even blink at the binkie, but the JR tattoo does catch his eye and make him pause right where he is -- his heels no longer clicking on the floor.

[binkypowah]

A human crossdresser is a quaint thing to a baby god, but we imagine a floating toddler isn't to Justin. (Then again, he did live in the magical world.) Koenma tilts his little head.

"Well, are you going to speak to me or not?"

Out the toddler's body comes a old man's voice. (Shocking we know.)

[justin_out]

Justin's eyes go wide and he suddenly laughs. "Bloody hell, I didn't expect that!" The deep voice from such a young facade is amusing to him. "Hello! I'm Justin. Are you new here?"

[binkypowah]

"Why yes I am. I'm Koenma Daioh." He offers a tiny hand.