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Don't hate me

Jan 11, 2009 21:07

Who: Starting with Izumi and Grell, but open to any shinigami
What: Following the death of a student comes the hardest part of Izumi's job. However, a certain redhead decides that he wants the honors.
When: January 1st; 12:01 am
Where: Outside the Humanities Building
Rating: PG to start...but may escalate to PG-13

( I don't like my job either. )

grell, event: new years eve, izumi

Comments 3

Sorry this took me so long~!!! -fails- x_X butler_of_death January 14 2009, 19:07:13 UTC

"My, oh my~ Seems I have a bit of competition for this soul..."

Grell's voice rang out in an almost disgruntled way from behind Izumi, a light pout gracing his lips. His black boots clacked upon the hard ground, crimson jacket fluttering about him in the slight wind... That red and black chainsaw was slung casually over his shoulder as well, glinting ominously in the sunlight. As the redhead peered at the blonde over the edge of his glasses he smiled, revealing his mouthful of sharp teeth as he continued to approach.

"Well hello, Izu~ It must have been fated for us to meet again, don't you think? How lovely~~"

-Whacks w/ canoe paddle for fail- frozen_railroad January 14 2009, 20:55:41 UTC

"What?!" That's right, Izumi wasn't the only Shinigami attending Moksa. The others were bound to notice this. But why the hell did it have to be Grell?

Yellow eyes stared coldly at the approaching toothy grin, the dog Shinigami holding his ground. Dammit, he didn't want to have to do this job in the first place, but Grell's involvement may leave Izumi with no choice. The blood-lust emitting from Grell, it was obvious what the redhead wanted.

Taking a soul...for the thrill of it.

"Grell...what do you think you are doing?" Izumi called Grell by his name; the blond was serious. The blade of the scythe resting against Izumi's shoulder glinted in the lamplight.

butler_of_death January 15 2009, 17:00:33 UTC

"What else would I be doing, Izu? I'm taking this soul, of course~!" Grell continued to approach as he spoke, moving the chainsaw from his shoulder and twirling it easily in one gloved hand.

"I do respect the fact that you were here first, but that rule doesn't exactly apply where I come from... You understand, I'm sure." He continued that eerie smile as he finally halted a few feet in front of the other death god. His yellow-green eyes flickered between Izumi and the body of Axel.