http://emoreaper.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] emoreaper.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2008-09-10 04:40 pm

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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.

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-09-12 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He's going to the Cooper farm...and Angela is coming from the Cooper farm. Which means that they'll bump into each other, in a manner of speaking.

"Hey," she says. "How's it going?"

As if the coming of new people is an every day occurrence.

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-09-13 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Angela starts at the sound of her name. "Um...yeah, but what...how did you know that?" Her brow furrows.

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-09-13 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Angela blinks. "Well...good to know?" Okay, this place just got a little weirder...and a little creepy. "You...don't look like Death. But...I guess that would be a good thing." Or people would start freaking out. "So...what brings you here?"

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-09-14 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh. Last Death I met was a woman. But...yeah, different place, different time. And a katana is probably easier to hide than a great huge scythe?"

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.

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-09-16 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmm. I guess you're right." Her brow furrows as she thinks a bit.

"How did you land the job of being Death? I mean, if you don't mind my asking."

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-09-16 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wow. That's...sudden." And weird. "Didn't think that Death could, you know, die."

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-09-16 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Seems that way," she says, grinning. "Well...anyone's welcome here, long's you don't hurt anyone. I've heard about ghosts, you know, just...around, but I haven't seen 'em."

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.

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-09-17 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I did for a while. My boyfriend and I have a place down the road now. I just come here to help out with some stuff. I haven't been on this world all that long, actually."

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-09-17 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
"His name is Thomas." And then winces inwardly.

Good one, Angela. It's not good to have chats with Death about loved ones. In general.

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-09-17 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Um. Yeah. It would."

She looks up at him anxiously.

"What?"

[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-09-17 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes narrow at him and she folds her arms over her chest. "Dude. Dude. That is just not on!"

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.



[identity profile] angela-edmunds.livejournal.com 2008-09-17 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Angela shakes her head, only a little amused at him. She does have a sense of humor, after all. (Not much for things like this but...yeah.)

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?"

[identity profile] gbdaughter.livejournal.com 2008-09-13 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Maria was idly kicking her feet while sitting on the fence. She tilted her head to the side at the skater approaching.

Something felt a little familiar here.

"Nice board."

[identity profile] gbdaughter.livejournal.com 2008-09-16 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cool,"

She smiled which dropped at his next question.

"....Yeah?"

[identity profile] gbdaughter.livejournal.com 2008-09-16 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
She blinked some more and then replied, "Oh, that's why. Uh hey. My dad's met you, or um versions of you a while back."

[identity profile] gbdaughter.livejournal.com 2008-09-17 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
She snorted and rolled her eyes, "Dude, I talk to ghosts all the time, and my dad's a Ghostbuster. Plus, used to go to this weird bar at the end of the universe."

Maria shrugged.

"Take a lot to surprise me."

[identity profile] gbdaughter.livejournal.com 2008-09-17 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
She nodded, "Uh-huh, you heard of them? Or even the movie since I heard there's been a couple."

[identity profile] gbdaughter.livejournal.com 2008-09-17 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"My dad says the first one was pretty close to what happened, but the second one wasn't."

[identity profile] gbdaughter.livejournal.com 2008-09-17 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, no, a lot of that they got right, but there was more blasting with Viggy. Heck, they still got some samples of mood slime in the lab. Uncle Egon and Ray still poke at it when business is slow."

[identity profile] gbdaughter.livejournal.com 2008-09-17 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," She smiled, but with a touch of sadness to it. She really missed home.