Number One [Accidental Voice]

[nojusticeonlyme]

[Hi there, Sheol! Have a confused seven-foot skeleton! Death is currently wandering around the woods, periodically slamming into trees with a puzzled expression on his skull. When he speaks, words enter the mind without exactly using the ears. Being a seven-foot skeleton in a hooded cloak, as previously stated, he does strongly resemble the Reaper

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[a_knowing_place]

[Milk is tucked soundly in bed for the night, but this is too interesting to pass up; especially when he realizes he has useful advice relevant to that particular dilemma. So he crawls out from under the edge of his blanket, wearing pajamas that Coramir made for him and looking very much like an ordinary teenage boy, with bright green eyes and a childlike expression.]

You do it like a copy game.

[nojusticeonlyme]

A copy game? I do not understand.

What is it I should copy? Humans?

[a_knowing_place]

Yes. That's how I did it, too. You watch the way the people do, and then move your body just the same.

I put skin and organs and tissues in mine, though.

[nojusticeonlyme]

I cannot put skin and organs in me. Usually, people think I have them, if they do not look properly.

I can move very easily. But the trees seem very resistant to the idea of me moving through them.

[i_see_death]

[Hi there, Mr. Skeleton! Have a very amused Joshua. He doesn't normally do welcome wagons, but...]

All right. Either something has gone drastically wrong for our keeper, or he does have a sense of humour after all. Either way, that's a refreshing change of pace. Welcome to Sheol, sir.

[nojusticeonlyme]

Sheol.

I do not know this 'Sheol'. I should know everywhere. This is...strange.

[i_see_death]

Yes, isn't it, though? [Joshua chuckles, his tone light, though he's watching Death very, very carefully through the crow's eye.] This -- oh, dear, how to put this tactfully? You're in the afterlife.

[nojusticeonlyme]

[He looks noticeably confused, stops and stares at the crow, then speaks slowly, as if trying to order his own thoughts]

I cannot be in the afterlife. The afterlife is for the formerly living.

[imbalancing]

[She does, in fact, note the resemblance, but pays no real mind to it for now.]

You have to be careful to watch where you're going, Sir.

[nojusticeonlyme]

I am not used to watching where I am going.

[imbalancing]

Are you unused to walking, Sir?

[nojusticeonlyme]

I am used to walking. I am not used to objects offering resistance. It is becoming easier.

[priorpyro]

There's something you don't see everyday.

[To the crow - Axel is grinning in utterly obvious delight, pleased by the absurdity of the situation. He's wearing his coat again now that his trauma has receded, but the hood's down, so his own resemblance to the Reaper is minimal.]

It's a bitch, isn't it? But you know what they say, practice makes perfect. Keep bouncing off the foliage and I'm sure you'll get it in no time.

[nojusticeonlyme]

The foliage does not object?

[priorpyro]

Not that I've heard. It seems pretty content with the situation.

[nojusticeonlyme]

Very well. Then I shall bounce off foliage as long as necessary.

[count_to_two]

[Detritus was with you up to 'ow', Death, but I'm afraid you lost him at 'corporeal.']

Er...

[dubiously]

...Well, most of 'em only really got to manage it when dey're on duty, right? And it aren't any more difficult than other fings, mos'ly dey just got to take orders an' go on patrol an' do reports an' everyt'ing like all der other watchmen. Sergeants got more responsibilities.

You win. Please marry me.

[nojusticeonlyme]

I do not understand. Humans cannot be off duty.

'Til Death do us par-- oh, wait. Hmm.

[count_to_two]

[scratches his head in obvious puzzlement]

...Dat a new rule? Haven't heard dat. It aren't really fair to humans, right? I mean, der trolls an' dwarfs an' everyone still go off duty every day, reg'lar.

Oh dear

[nojusticeonlyme]

A troll is always a troll. A dwarf is always a dwarf. A human is always a human. A human cannot be off duty from being a human.