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[comeshonesty]

[ the view is one from the ground, skewed slightly and tilted, and it shows a gray sky and-- a figure. very slender, in a black suit, it's an older man, his face thin and lined, his pitch-black hair slicked back. there's a black cane with a silver handle hooked in the crook of his arm, and with a patient gesture, he adjusts one of his cufflinks,

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[needtobecleaned]

[KOS-MOS has no trouble meeting his gaze, unblinking. Not that an android needs to blink.]

As I have come to understand, maple syrup is one of the few things of interest here.

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[comeshonesty]

Yes, well, Canada isn't my favourite of Earth's nations, but it does have its occasional charm.

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[needtobecleaned]

At least it is a familiar planet. Perhaps you will find more here to interest you than it previously did.

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[comeshonesty]

All planets are as familiar to me as Earth. Still, one would hope that it won't be dull.

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Welcome.

[The aspect of Destiny greets. His voice like a quiet rustling of pages.]

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[comeshonesty]

[ his mouth twists into a thin, humourless smile. ]

Hello, Destiny. What an interesting little collection of guests they've collected on this island.

video; bluh. sorry I'm so late ><

[flipdatpage]

Our inability to leave, regardless of our own choices is worth noting. The distinctness of each unique universe and of the individuals they hail from are equally as intriguing.

Death.

[The Death that was not his sister, but was still everything she embodied.]

it's okay!

[comeshonesty]

I'm afraid that I'm rather too old to find much of more than passing notice any longer. All the same, perhaps Siren's Port will be less dull a cage than the last one.

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[paterelohim]

Death?

[Him. It's him. Of everyone in all of Creation, of all the people Chuck thought He might see here, Death was somehow last. He was resigned to not seeing him until after the Apocalypse and Lucifer's hold on him broke. Seeing him now... it's good, yes, but jarring to face His only equal, the purest inescapable reminder of how not-human He is. He's not as ready for it as He thought He'd be.

Still, though, there's something good in meeting someone familiar, someone who knows you and has known you and always will. It's a little like coming home.]

I didn't do it on purpose.

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[comeshonesty]

[ his mouth curls slightly into a thin, somewhat wry expression that could almost be a smile. ]

Yes, I suppose you wouldn't these days.

[ he's never really taken to god's need for anonymity, but then-- they are quite different in some ways, after all. god had ruled over his creations and then stepped down from that throne to truly give them the free will he'd always intended for them. death, on the other hand, had never been much of a creator, and his reapers served a purpose.

he brushes off his lapel with an absent gesture, brows arching. ]

Quite an unexpected group you've gathered around yourself.

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[paterelohim]

The Pull's holding us in, man. [A useless comment, the fuck. You see him again after a few dozen centuries and you turn into Captain goddamn Obvious? Really, Shurley?

He coughs and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.]

Yeah, I know. [Lucifer makes everything awkward.] The longer I'm here, the less I want to tell them.

[Because of course the anonymity is an issue. Death doesn't hide, because Death doesn't need to. The presence of God turns all the world into a bratty child who only behaves so it won't get spanked. Death, though, is essential. He is the force that drives the life that He created- causing turnover, refreshing, essential to one half of all Creation. Of course he won't ever understand.]

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[comeshonesty]

[ despite the awkward, death gets it. of course he does, because he's always known god, and chuck is still god even beneath the layers of alcoholic, writer, human.

so instead, he waves a hand at the mention of not wanting to tell the angels. ]

Well, that's your prerogative, of course, as they're your children, but you know my opinion about it.

[ always had, always will. death is his other half, after all; if he won't tell him what he doesn't want to hear (and occasionally needs to hear), who will?

still, he releases a small sigh after a moment. ]

If you're determined, of course, I suppose I don't mind calling you Chuck and treating you like a human around others.

[makes_asteroids]

[He worked the ovens at Auschwitz. He has no trouble meeting Death's gaze. Hasn't since long before then.]

Glad to see someone taking this calmly.

[comeshonesty]

Yes, well, I've been around quite a long time.

[ his brows arch. ]

The cagelike atmosphere is.. tacky, but it's an interesting change from the usual, at least.

[makes_asteroids]

Those who see that are even more rare.

[comeshonesty]

There's very little that I don't see, young man. I should think you'd know that.

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[doeswhathewants]

Maple syrup, you say... this is a Canadian ...thing? [Taps a finger to the side of his cheek.]

You are right, this place isn't bad, for an enforced and inescapable vacation. Most of the people are nice. Just watch out for the weirdos.

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[comeshonesty]

Maple syrup and hockey, if I shall indulge in stereotypes.

I'd call it a cage. Somewhat roomier than my last one, but a cage nonetheless. [ a somewhat knifelike smile. ] And how would you define 'weirdos', I wonder?

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[doeswhathewants]

Are you something that ought to be locked away? [Arches a brow at that smile] The sorts of weirdos that will kill you for your feet. Or do shocking things to your person before, during or after some assault or murder attempt or the like.

Syrup and hockey, both with potential.

[comeshonesty]

Some would certainly say so. Let's not play these games, though, shall we?

I don't care much for hockey, but the syrup certainly has potential, yes.