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The poke of Death [closed, incomplete]

Nov 01, 2008 23:38

WHO: Death (silverankh) and the Corinthian (omnomeyeballs)
WHAT: Train 'til you drop!
WHERE: Death's room at the Crimson Dragon.
WHEN: Day 219, nighttime

( None shall escape )

Ω death, place - crimson dragon inn, Ω the corinthian

Comments 2

omnomeyeballs November 2 2008, 07:01:02 UTC

The Corinthian was not, in any way, shape, or form looking forward to this. The arrival of Death of the Endless here was a severe disappointment to him. While, naturally, he had to defer to any of the Endless who arrived, of all of those aside from his own master, Death was the most likely to interfere with his works, and while this incarnation was almost supernaturally loyal to Dream-- likely, a part of him knew, one of the "improvements" made when Morpheus recreated him, though likely also a result of having to retrieve the mortal boy who would become the next Dream-- likely another thing that Morpheus had planned for.

In any case, Death's presence here constricted his freedom considerably, forcing him to be much more subtle when he was active. She was, after all, so very fond of humanity. And now, well...

He knew what was coming. Knocking on her door lightly, once, twice, thrice, he waited for her to answer and for this ordeal to start.

silverankh November 2 2008, 16:42:32 UTC

She had to confess, she derived a bit more entertainment then she should have from ordering the Corinthian around. She had known his old self far longer than this reincarnation, sadistic tendences and hot-headed back-talking and all, and on the whole she felt he wasn't so much more respectful as more sensible, except maybe in regards to her new little brother.

Death had never particularly liked the nightmare. She remembered how much trouble he caused her old Dream - and all the extra work he gave her - and all that painted a very non-likeable picture of him in her heart of hearts. But he was here, and he was dependable, for the time being.

At least he was a bit cuter than the old one was.

Death went to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open for him, offering the nightmare a smile as she ushered him inside.

"Come in," she said, and she might have laughed at his expression if she hadn't had any decency. "Oh come on, I know I'm not Daniel, but I'm not that bad."