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[no_justice]

Out by the lake, a horse rides in, from what appears to be the sky

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[shelley_winters]

Shelley, out for a walk around - not bored, just a bit aimless - see the Pale Rider.

And stares.

[no_justice]

He looks up as she stares and grins.

Well, he always grins, but you get the idea.

GOOD EVENING.

[shelley_winters]

"Um."

She is Eloquent, yes.

"...Good evening!"

[no_justice]

Right, conversation goes here.

LOVELY WEATHER WE'VE BEEN HAVING.

[valehero]

One messy blond adept turns to see said rider coming down towards the lake. He stands and his hand reaches for his sword strapped to his back. Not that he wants to fight, but skeletons, as he has learned, are VERY tough monsters that always seem to want to kill him. This one is a bit odd, but better safe than sorry. His foot slips back as he centers his stance, a look of worry crossing his face very slightly.

[no_justice]

Death regards the blonde. Eyes that are nothing more than blue lights in the depths of his skull flicker down to the sword and back up again.

I DON'T THINK SO.

[valehero]

Said blonde haired adept blinks slowly, eyeing the skeleton. "You talk?" He asks, a bit surprised, but his hand still gripping the hilt of his sword on his back. That was something new to him.

[no_justice]

I DO.

Well, it's not so much talking, as there's not really anything that can be called sound. The world just alters so the skull has said something. Ears are not necessary to heed the Voice of Death

[mogget_cat]

*Robes of infinite blackness are good at getting rid of itches, it seems. Or so the intensely white cat purring against Death's ankles thinks.*

*Shedding very white cat hairs on robes of infinite blackness is an evil thing to do.*

[no_justice]

It's very lucky that Death likes cats so much, then.

GOOD EVENING, he says. ARE YOU WELL?

[mogget_cat]

*Anklebones protrude just enough to be good for getting that itch right behind a cat's jaw....oooh, yeah.*

Very well, thank you. Things are peaceful. And you?

[no_justice]

BUSY, he says, honestly. BUT NOTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY. FOR ME, AT LEAST.

[azarathsraven]

Looks up as the animal approaches- she'd been playing in the water a bit , then up to the pale rider on the animal. She watched as Death feeds his horse, wanting to pet the animal, but too polite to ask.

[no_justice]

Death looks over at the small human, and... well, he always grins, but you get the idea.

HELLO, SMALL HUMAN.

[azarathsraven]

"Hello sir." Least she hoped it was a sir, it was hard to tell with skeletons. She seemed to show now fear towards his appearance, and approached a litle closer.

"May I pet your horse?"

[no_justice]

IF HE LETS YOU.

The horse does indeed look like he might let her, lowering its noble head to her level.