#ashtronauts

A historian. A record keeper.

Those were the titles given to Wu Xie among the grim reapers who called Jumadeung home, just another who did what he possibly could with the tasks that were given to him. It was normal for others to approach him when they needed information depending on the situation, of course. Information which had proven helpful many times before in the past, information which hopefully was going to continue to give the help he could offer.

His family was known for handling history even if it meant that they had to deal with the tombs that were connected to the such history. He did come from a family of tomb raiders, but he never visited for the sake of greed unlike the others who wanted everything for themselves. Wu Xie only went for the sake of learning about the secrets that lingered inside the walls of the tomb, he went for the sake of knowledge. That was where his interest was when he was among the living.

Now he used his love for knowledge and history to help the ones that would reach this place eventually. He had yet to find his place among the many teams that lingered within these white-colored walls. Wu Xie didn’t know if he would be able to because of the time that he had spent here already.

Most of it was surrounded by the books that carried the history he worked hard to gather, books that he appreciated very much despite the messy system. A system that worked even if it didn’t make sense to the others, but it worked for him when finding what another reaper needed specifically.

She had to admit that she was dreading this trip. As much as Enid had grown on her, going to California felt like a nightmare. She could only hope it would not be like when she and Pugsley were forced to attend summer camp, or that if it was, it also ended in a glorious display of arson.

The flight to San Francisco was not without its hiccups. She enjoyed the reaction when she told a flight attendant that the only thing that could make the flight more comfortable was either complete sedation or infanticide – Who brought a baby into first class? The screaming made her near ready to stab a pen into her ear. After the flight she was questioned and had her bags searched. The process took long enough that she regretted her comment.

“Would it help if I stayed?” loid any anya || @ashtronauts​

There's not a lot he can do, given his current circumstances, but he's gotten pretty good at using the arms. An element of surprise had always been his favorite, but he just could never say no to an open window. Chucky stopped short in time, ramming the wheelchair into his victim with enough force to push them out of the window. Glass shattered and Chucky wheeled himself back, satisfied grin settling on his features. Nica sense something behind them and ends up almost kicking him in the proverbial shins.

Glancing over his shoulder, he gives a chuckle and turns the chair around. There’s a silence before he hears something crunch, and a symphony of car alarms following. “Hey, Glen. What’s up?” The question is casual, conversational.

Nope, we’re not alone. Despite how alone some of us feel.

Things are patchy. I’m struggling to keep myself in control and certain things that have happened recently/are happening haven’t helped with that. I hope things are going better for you though. You deserve those things too.