The Skeleton Deity

PANIC! AT THE DISCO SENTENCE STARTERS.

(( Okay, I’m heading off now, I’ll do more stuff later on, and punch the school’s wifi to get my butt back on more. ))

“That’s nice, it certainly didn’t paralyzed until the last heartbeat.”  He mused, his tone dipped of sickeningly sweet honey, hiding the acrimony from the respectable child. “Ah. I’ve been titled by many names: Death, Grim Reaper, La Muerte, or plainly the Reaper…”

There were other various names that he can think of, yet those few seemed…inappropriate or bizarre. However, the name…‘Sans,’ is a personal preference for the reaper to be called from certain close people. Sans and Death are two entity to begin with, despite being considered a Sans himself. And he prefers it that way.

So, he floated upward to the top of the boxes, his blue eye hue flickered from his left socket, and proceed to levitating a few boxes directly from his sight. His hand formulating of blue magic, moving his arm and hand to his right gently, commanding it to his will, as the boxes follows before him, the magic encasing it protectively. He then  moved his hand upward, above his head, as it follows his direction once more, until it stops, remaining at its position.

Then finally, he floated downward next to Arvia originally, dragging the boxes, as it moved down and stopped midway, when he started to leaned back. Plus, it may have cause his hood to slide off from his cranium. His free hand was now resting on the back of his head, while maintaining blue magic with his other hand.

“Well that sounds like a personal problem there, sweetheart. I pity you for being such a disappointment from that absentminded brain of yours, leading to your downfall on your terms. heh.“ Death tutted, focusing onto her with his only light.

Yet, he already assist the mortal on the boxes anyways, it’s better than going about on his job to reap SOULs…so he could say in assumption that it was a…temporary break. Still, it is strange that he cerebrate on such feelings, such care for the kid.

[ Holy Flippin’ Cow! QwQ ]

[ ;w; I’m so sorry about the long disappearance, I’m not dead, I swear. I’ve been really busy with school and after-school activities are giving me a hell week rn, so most of the time, I’ve been around on Discord and RPnow more often. ]

[ BUT! Back to my point to not get side-tracked, I’ll be back soon. I’ll try to be more active onto both blogs. I finally figure out the RP Thread Tracker, so I’m now keeping track to certain people I’ve owned. Also, I may adjust and tweak some things to both blogs, maybe a new theme to main blog, probably? ]

[ Yet that being said, again, I’m really sorry to not let people know about my inactivity… But I hope you all have a lovely night/day in your respectful timezone, see you all soon, Rookie out! ]

This mortal seems familiar...even though he can only view the top view and parts of the backside, he immediately recognizes the beanie, the wavy hair, the gray skin color..............Arvia?

Death quickly dematerialized himself into a wisp of black smoke and floated over next to the other just so he can get an eye level on her, knowing that she might be unable to see him from the frontal view. Death materialized himself once more, huffing a little as his smile turned to a frown expression, his empty sockets lower midway. The reaper was crossing his arms, making direct eye contact, face to face...well it’s side by side, but it counts as direct contact, right? 

As much as he’s fond of mocking Arvia, making her suffer sometimes, coming from the previous times...the kid mortal needed some acquaintance to carry at least some portion of the boxes.

© Ralph Horsley