Death waited by the Joutenheim gate with the patience of the timeless. Leslie sounded eager, so it likely wouldn't be too long until they arrived. In the meantime, he was checking his journal, trying to get as much information about these shadow creatures as he could.
He looked up and caught sight of a pair of names above the crowd. There they were. Stowing his journal in the folds of his cloak, he strode forward to meet them. HELLO.
Harry couldn't help grinning as he watched Leslie skip next to him, practically buzzing with excitement. The girl's enthusiasm was down right infectious, and he found himself looking forward to the day ahead as well
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"Yuuko's stuff is great, it's just different," Leslie agreed. She'd much rather have some kids to run around with, but books were a close second. "I wonder what kind of stories they have here...legends..."
And....was that who they were meeting?
Now, Leslie had known that they guy's name was Death, and had mused over the idea, but it had done absolutely nothing to prepare her for the sight of the figure approaching them. It was more curiosity than anything--fear of death had been erased long ago--and she wondered exactly what fueled the fire...
NICE TO MEET YOU, LESLIE. Inability to feel emotion made the statement a little less than true; however, Death had been interested to meet Leslie since their talk on the journals. He then nodded to Harry, YOU DID NOT. FOLLOW ME.
He headed towards the gate, making eye contact (or in this case, eye-to-socket contact) with the guard. LET US PASS, he intoned in the tone of voice that allowed no argument. The Paixaoan citizens may not have been truly human, but anything alive would yield to that tone. There were upsides to the power of vocal compulsion, and a hassle-free exit from the city was certainly one of them. Death passed by the guard (and through the citizens in line, who stepped aside under the power of his voice), certain Leslie and Harry would be following.
"Who knows, we could find out a lot about a place from the kind of stories it records," Harry mused. They might even find out why they were here. As for the other matter, well, Harry would just have to hope Yuuko was responsible enough not to give Leslie anything too inappropriate. Yeah right.
If anything, Leslie seemed to handle the whole death thing even better than he did, which Harry wasn't sure if he found disturbing or not, but decided to push aside. Kids tended to adapt to things a lot easier than adults more often than not.
Nodding to Death, Harry followed in his...her...uh...Death's wake, watching as he cowed the guards with ease. Harry supposed if a skeleton with flaming eyes and a disembodied voice told him to move, he would to.
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He looked up and caught sight of a pair of names above the crowd. There they were. Stowing his journal in the folds of his cloak, he strode forward to meet them. HELLO.
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And....was that who they were meeting?
Now, Leslie had known that they guy's name was Death, and had mused over the idea, but it had done absolutely nothing to prepare her for the sight of the figure approaching them. It was more curiosity than anything--fear of death had been erased long ago--and she wondered exactly what fueled the fire...
"Hello!" she said brightly.
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He headed towards the gate, making eye contact (or in this case, eye-to-socket contact) with the guard. LET US PASS, he intoned in the tone of voice that allowed no argument. The Paixaoan citizens may not have been truly human, but anything alive would yield to that tone. There were upsides to the power of vocal compulsion, and a hassle-free exit from the city was certainly one of them. Death passed by the guard (and through the citizens in line, who stepped aside under the power of his voice), certain Leslie and Harry would be following.
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If anything, Leslie seemed to handle the whole death thing even better than he did, which Harry wasn't sure if he found disturbing or not, but decided to push aside. Kids tended to adapt to things a lot easier than adults more often than not.
Nodding to Death, Harry followed in his...her...uh...Death's wake, watching as he cowed the guards with ease. Harry supposed if a skeleton with flaming eyes and a disembodied voice told him to move, he would to.
"So, we have an agenda?"
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