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It's been a little over a year since the Shattering. And, for Richie Valentine, it's been quite a long year at that. It's not bad enough that his whole world has been destroyed, oh no, fate just has to spit on him some more. He wasn't even able to be there for his friends when they passed on, nor for his family. Whoever decides what deaths need his personal attention apparently didn't think people he loved were important enough for him to oversee.
Bastards.
When it started, it had been horrible. Being rushed from one place to another, never any time to slow down, never any time to enjoy the sights, just show up, cleave the soul with his blade, move on to the next one. Like some kind of twisted assembly line of reaping. No one even bothered explaining to him what was going on, he had to figure it out all by his lonesome.
So now he travels the world on his pale skateboard, collecting souls that need to be released from this mortal coil with his silvery katana, storing them in his dark hoodie for whatever purposes. The demand has slowed a lot. He's picking up one soul a day when it's busy, one a week most of the time. Leaves a boy with a lot of time to explore.
Which all goes to explain why there is a young man in a dark sweatshirt riding a skateboard up to the Cooper Farm. It's a place some of the dead have talked about, and somewhere he hasn't had cause to show up. But there are ghosts here, he can feel, and some of them might need help passing on. (another one of those duties he had to figure out for himself.) And, if they don't, well, a little human contact would be nice.
Bastards.
When it started, it had been horrible. Being rushed from one place to another, never any time to slow down, never any time to enjoy the sights, just show up, cleave the soul with his blade, move on to the next one. Like some kind of twisted assembly line of reaping. No one even bothered explaining to him what was going on, he had to figure it out all by his lonesome.
So now he travels the world on his pale skateboard, collecting souls that need to be released from this mortal coil with his silvery katana, storing them in his dark hoodie for whatever purposes. The demand has slowed a lot. He's picking up one soul a day when it's busy, one a week most of the time. Leaves a boy with a lot of time to explore.
Which all goes to explain why there is a young man in a dark sweatshirt riding a skateboard up to the Cooper Farm. It's a place some of the dead have talked about, and somewhere he hasn't had cause to show up. But there are ghosts here, he can feel, and some of them might need help passing on. (another one of those duties he had to figure out for himself.) And, if they don't, well, a little human contact would be nice.
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"Hey," she says. "How's it going?"
As if the coming of new people is an every day occurrence.
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"Looking. Job doesn't bring me in this area often. And I'm the New Death. Like New Coke, but cooler. And with a katana."
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She grins at him. "Well, at least this place is pretty nice to land in," she says cheerfully. "Hope you don't have to collect too many around here."
One or two in particular that she doesn't want going anywhere anytime soon.
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"How did you land the job of being Death? I mean, if you don't mind my asking."
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She's really itching to make sure that people she cares about are safe for a good long while yet, but...yeah, probably best not to know. Even if he could tell her.
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Good one, Angela. It's not good to have chats with Death about loved ones. In general.
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She looks up at him anxiously.
"What?"
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She shivers. She's lost enough, she doesn't want to start again.
"Just. Don't tell me. Like, Ever. 'kay?" It wouldn't help her to know.
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She smiles slightly. "Okay...I gotta get home."
Mostly because a) she's anxious to see if Thomas is still there, and b) once she makes sure he is, she's going to tackle him. And try to make sure he's occupied enough with her that he doesn't go anywhere tonight.
"See you around, okay?"
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Something felt a little familiar here.
"Nice board."
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The little blackberry gets pulled out again, and scrolled through. "Maria?"
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She smiled which dropped at his next question.
"....Yeah?"
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If he still slept, it would keep him awake at night. "You don't seem that shocked to meet me."
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Maria shrugged.
"Take a lot to surprise me."
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"God, that was an awesome movie."
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