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[ocd_reaper]

[Kid is...confused as he wanders Manhattan, rolling along on Beelzebub. A lot of the decorations look familiar except for the nativity scenes and such. However, New York's not a bad place to be during the Winter Solstice.]

[Still, a lot of these carols are unfamiliar.]

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HAVE A GHOST

[eternal_cellist]

[Vivien is leaning against a lamp post when she sees the boy...there's something about him that just draws her attention.]

You seem a little lost.

HI THERE. HAVE A REAPER!

[ocd_reaper]

[He looks over to her.]

It's not that I'm lost. I know exactly where I am. The problem is that I shouldn't be here.

YAY

[eternal_cellist]

Then where should you be? If you're from the manor, then you should know that things change here constantly.

[ocd_reaper]

Well, yes, but it still takes some getting used to. [He puts his hands in his pockets.] Especially since I'd been hoping for it to be a quiet Solstice.

[eternal_cellist]

Sounds like wishful thinking to me. We don't often get what we want here.

[ocd_reaper]

So I've noticed. [He looks at her.] I take it you've been at the manor for quite some time, ma'am.

[eternal_cellist]

What gave it away?

[Pushing away from the post, she vanished from where she was and appeared a short distance away. Surprisingly, the random NPC's either didn't notice or didn't care.]

[ocd_reaper]

Just a hunch. [He gives a small smile as he tracks her soul to her new location.] My name is Death the Kid, but most people call me "Kid". May I have your name please?

[eternal_cellist]

Kid...

[Huh, he didn't even flinch. And suddenly her interest in this boy increased.]

Vivien. Vivien Harmon...you don't seem surprised.

[ocd_reaper]

A pleasure to meet you, Miss Harmon.

Surprised by your ability to teleport? It's to be expected from a ghost like you.

[eternal_cellist]

[Tilting her head, Vivien leans down to Kids level.]

And you're not scared? Just where are you from?

[ocd_reaper]

I'm from Death City. In any case, I'd make a poor reaper if the sight of spirits scared me, don't you think?

[eternal_cellist]

A reaper? So...you, what, kill people? Like the grim reaper in all those Halloween stories?

[ocd_reaper]

I only kill those with truly evil souls. Otherwise, I'm move of a guide between this world and the next.

[eternal_cellist]

...Why would you leave souls? Is there a reason some souls wouldn't be allowed to enter any sort of afterlife?

[ocd_reaper]

Only truly evil.souls are denied passage. That's because they forfeited their humanity for power.

[eternal_cellist]

...Am I an evil soul?

[ocd_reaper]

[He shakes his head.]

No, there's nothing in your soul that indicates that. If you're wondering why you're still here, is there anything that you left unfinished?

/covers face with hands.......

[notkinkypatch]

[While he isn't a caroler, he is carrying an unfamiliar carol way off key as he comes Kid's way. Bitchiness dormant, he puffs a cigarette like a smokestack, that's probably where the decent mood hails from-]

Deeeck my balls with boughs of holly, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la~ Iffff it's itchy you ain't gonna get a tip-y fa-a-la-la-la, la-la-la-la~

[Then does the cliche thing and collides with Kid, dropping his bags to the ground. Thankfully this isn't a meeting of fate with toast in the mouth- or is it? Grumbling lightly, he stoops over to retrieve his things, eying him]

Where's the fire, Stripes? Shit, kids these days got frigid manners, gonna make Santa cry an drink that shitty vodka...tch.

[ocd_reaper]

[He bites the inside of his cheek at the "Stripes" nickname. Focus, idiot. Calm down...]

Sorry, I didn't realize I was going that fast. Let me help you with those.

[He's proud of himself. His voice is only a little strained.]

[notkinkypatch]

S'alright, 'm sure you've just got a shitton of xmas cheer in your drawers an couldn't wait to get home an get into your drunk aunts' eggnog, then brag about it on chat roulette. Happens to everyone, kiddo.

[Badou sloppily drops his things back into one bag; lighters, quite a few cartons of cigarettes, an a Bruce Lee movie.
Unfortunately Kid gets stuck with the spillage of more cartons of cigarettes and some very scholarly mags dedicated to beauties and their long walks on the beach. Have fun with that, an don't get em wet or you're buyin'.]

[ocd_reaper]

...What?

[What is...huh? What is that supposed to even mean?]

[notkinkypatch]

[Badou offers him a quizzical stare, complete with arched eyebrow. How could the kid not understand him? He was talking clear as day with a side order of shitstorm. Slowly, he clarifies.]

You were so piss pants excited to get home to your relatives' stash of laced booze-y eggnog an brag bout it on to all the dicks an other horrified slash curious twelve year olds on the goddamn internet that you bumped into my ass. No harm, no foul. [Smh, kids these days.] I remember those risky ass right clicks when I was that awkward age.

[ocd_reaper]

...No, I was just a little lost and not paying attention.

[notkinkypatch]

Oooohhh![Badou nods, a knowing look on his face. Brace yourself. He takes a pull of his cigarette and opens his mouth-] You're late for a date with someone who ain't pixelated an japanese. I getcha. An if you're lost I recommend goin' in the direction of make out point, some secluded lil niche, all cities have em. Go getcher lil somethin somethin kid. But don't keep her waitin' long or you won't even get to first.

[ocd_reaper]

[...Remind him to avoid you in the future.]

I'll keep that in mind. Thank you.

[notkinkypatch]

[It's too late, Badou's like poop on the bottom of your shoe, tough to get out]

No problemo, Stripes. Just lookin' out for lil dudes practicin' first base. I believe in ya, an don't forget the mentos, good technique for third. Or was that second in a half? Anyhow, good luck. [Have a dorky thumbs up, free of charge]

[ocd_reaper]

[Father, damn it.]

[So much twitching at the "Stripes" nickname. Why why WHY?!]

Thanks. [Awkward return thumbs up is awkward.]