Death is Dead \\AV Open
All the Reaper could see was a dark void and large red letters reading "YOU ARE DEAD" seeming to float around in the nothingness. Which come to think of it was pretty impossible. He couldn't be dead. The Lord of Death couldn't just...die. There had to be a good reason for it.
The cloak figure sighed and shook his head clearing away the thought. The Reaper's white mask stared off into the new surroundings. This place would look pretty pleasing if it weren't for the damn dense fog. A large white hand amazingly suspended by a spindly arm appeared from Lord Death's cloak and cupped his non-existent chin.
"Well this certainly is a pickle." He said, matter-of-factly. Lord Death glanced around looking around for a poor lost soul to interrogate.
Slipping into a deep menacing voice, he speaks out to a passerby. "You." Lord Death extends a thin arm and practically pokes the poor soul's nose. "I have a question to ask you, friend!" The Reaper explains in a drastically different, kinder voice. "First, are you dead? Second, do you know or remember how you died?"
