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MistressNyx
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Posted: 7/5/2019 at 11:04 AM
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R e a p e r s S u m m a r y
When certain people die, they're chosen to become Reapers, those who go back into the world of the Living, invisible to everyone still Alive. They decide when it is each person's turn to die, and kill them. But suddenly, the Reapers find they're no longer able to take lives - or rather, no one dies when they are killed. The Reapers are recalled while Council of Reapers investigates. The Council eventually sends several of them back into the world of the Living. They're forced to reveal themselves, and must work with the Living to find out what, or who, is keeping Death at bay.
Death comes when it comes. One must not fear. Libra Est Tota.
- The Reaper Motto
C h a r a c t e r s
- L i v i n g -
William (Will) Bloom | Male | Nyx
Alex North | Male | Espen
- R e a p e r s -
Jacqueline | Female | Nyx
Sasha | Female | Espen
Edited By MistressNyx on 9/24/2019 at 7:39 PM.
MistressNyx
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Posted: 7/5/2019 at 11:50 AM
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Jacqueline | Reaper
((Sorry for this... novel))
Jacqueline turned the corner and stepped out into the main street from 'her' alley. It was packed with people, but that was of no matter to a Reaper. She simply walked between a young couple, the edges of her form curling like smoke as she touched them, her form re-materializing on the other side. If either of them were sensitive to the supernatural, they might have felt a brief shiver of cold as the undead Reaper passed through them, but Jacqueline doubted it. Besides, they weren't her target today. It wasn't their turn to die.
Instead, Jacqueline passed through another man as she followed the middle-aged woman she was planning to Reap. She was in no rush today - she would Reap the woman in her own time. Jacqueline paused a moment and raised a hand to her mouth, blowing softly as though a mother might blow a kiss to a child. But the faint black mist that spiraled off her hand was something far more sinister. The mist rushed after the woman, flowing into her body through her ears, her nostrils, her mouth. Under its influence, the woman turned into a dark alley, away from the busy sidewalks. Jacqueline followed the woman in to the dead end, and allowed the layers of invisibility around her to dissolve. The woman looked back, her eyes flashing with fear at the realization she had allowed herself to become backed into a corner.
"Please," the woman gasped. "Don't hurt me, I have children-"
"That is not my concern," Jacqueline replied. Her voice was cold and utterly devoid of sympathy. She held out a hand at her side. The same black mist spiraled off her palm and formed into a simple, black knife with a curved blade.
"Who are you?" the woman gasped.
Jacqueline cocked her head to one side. "'What are you?' would be a more appropriate question, Isobel Spencer," she replied.
The woman's eyes widened. "But how..."
"Do I know your name?" Jacqueline interrupted. "I know many things, Isobel."
She covered the distance between herself and the woman in three steps. The woman fell to her knees, her head bowed in defeat and acceptance. Jacqueline knelt down one knee before Isobel. She touched the woman's chin with her empty hand, forcing Isobel to meet her cold grey eyes.
"Death comes when it comes, Isobel. You must not fear it," she said. Then she whipped up her dagger and sliced the woman's throat with a practiced efficiency.
Jacqueline did not always bother with conversations like this, often simply guiding two cars into each other, or pushing a tourist over a cliff they got too close to in an attempt to take a picture. But then again, she had been bored today.
She was in for a shock. Instead of slumping over and sucking in a last, rattling breath through her ruined windpipe, Isobel lifted a hand and touched the wound at her neck, her expression quite calm. Crimson blood dripped from her pale fingers.
"How very interesting," she rasped. Jacqueline rose and frowned, a tiny crease appearing on her forehead.
"Interesting indeed," the Reaper mused. She flicked her wrist, sending her knife flying into Isobel's heart. The woman's body jerked with the force of the impact, but yet - she was still alive.
Isobel looked down and studied the wound, then wrenched the knife out of her chest. There was remarkably little blood for a wound Jacqueline knew should be gushing it.
Isobel looked up. But there was something different about her. Her eyes, a light hazel before, were now entirely black. There was no iris, no white. The thing - for Jacqueline was now convinced Isobel was something else - stumbled to its feet. When it spoke, its voice was layered low and high.
You really thing you are the masters of death, don't you, Little Reaper? it taunted. You are not. You never were. And you will learn that, soon enough.
Jacqueline felt a cold hand running down her back. It had been so long - hundreds of years - since she had felt it, and it took her a moment to realize what it was. Fear. But she did not show it.
"I don't know what you are, or where you came from, but I will find you, mark my words. And you will regret interfering with my work."
The thing that was Isobel laughed. It was a horrible, rasping, gurgling sound. You have no clue what is going on, Little Reaper. This is far bigger than you. Bigger than the Reapers. Run, Little Reaper, and tell your fellows that I am holding death at bay.
It lunged for her. Jacqueline twisted shadows around herself, folding them in on themselves and Jumping away, back to the realm of the Reapers. Another Jump brought her to the edge of the Council's building, where wards required her to walk in.
Standing on the cold black marble floor in the circular room, Jacqueline pulled a scythe-shaped pendant on a silver chain from under her shirt. She touched the tiny ruby set into the hilt, and called a meeting of the Council.
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Posted: 7/5/2019 at 3:00 PM
Post #3
( Sorry for the tiny reply xd )
Sasha was up and about as usual, finding a person to reap.. that is when she felt off, she usually felt this way when she had to kill a couple, but she wasn't killing a couple. Just one man alone on a dimly lit street.. Sasha considered herself a person of gentleness, so she calmly approached the man, letting a single hand touch his shoulder.. and then, it started. The older gentleman started to have a stroke, ''dying'' the painful, yet quick death she had given him. When the man fell Sasha had turned to leave.. and then, she heard the man be able to stand up again.. after death? This frightened Sasha, and when she heard the calling of a meeting she fled as quickly as possible.
MistressNyx
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Posted: 7/9/2019 at 11:33 PM
Post #4
Dark shapes began to appear in the corners of the room as more and more Reapers answered Jacqueline's call. Even though they seemed a large crowd, there were barely over a hundred of them. Save for Jacqueline and a handful of others, they were fairly young souls, only one or two hundred years... old? Years dead? Eventually, the weight of the job became too much and the Reapers chose to Pass On, leaving behind this half-life for the complete unknown of Death.
The air temperature plummeted without warning. Plumes of air steamed from Reaper's mouthes. Of course, breathing was only necessary for living, and the Reapers were neither Dead nor Alive, and so did not requre breath, but some did it anyway. Once a habit, always a habit.
Swirling plliars of black smoke materialized over each of the nine white marble thrones ringing the room. It grew thicker, each cloud tinged with its own unique color. Royal-blue, crimson, pale sea green. When the thrones were all but hidden, it evaporated as suddenly as it had come, and the nine Reaper Lords sat, each of them facing Jacqueline, alone in the center of the room, who suddenly felt quite small.
"Why have you summoned us, Reaper Jacqueline?" asked a powerfully built, dark-skinned man with a bald head. He wore a black robe, unlike Jacqueline's practical, tactical garb, edges with gold. Unlike the others, he held an intracte, polished golden staff that looked like fused-together bones, with a skeletal hand gripping a hough, uncut chunk of black stone on the tip.
Jacqueline saluted. Her back as so straight you could have balanced a teacup on her head without spilling a single drop. He was obviously the leader.
"High Lord Xyatos," she said, "I have summoned you to give warning of what I believe to be a supernatural threat to the boundries of life and death."
A murmer spread throughout the asspembled Reapers.
Xyatos leaned closer to Jacqueline. The weak light fell on his face, revealing the scars twisting and mutilating his face. One appeared to have been a wound from his nose to his jaw, twisting the right side of his lips into a permanant sneer. "Do you have proof of this?"
Jacqueline only nodded before drawing in a deep breath. She held it for a moment, eyes closed, then expelled the air like a dragon breathing fire. Black mist spewed from her lips, racing around the black marble floor before condensing into the alley and the forms of Isobel and Jacqueline.
The real Reaper stepped off to the side, watching the scene play out exactly as it had earlier. The female Reaper Lord on Xyatos's left hand seemed to take particular interest in the misty proceedings.
When the vision ended, Jacqueline resumed her place before Xyatos. "That is as it happened, my lord. As you saw-"
She broke off as the woman on Xyatos's left helt up a hand. Her robes were accented with a pale sea-foam green, and her hair flowed dark as a liquid void.
"Yes, Lord Thesys?" Xyatos asked her. There was a slight edge of annoyance in his voice. Thesys heard. Jacqueline could tell by the flash in her eyes, the slight but abrupt change in her posture. But the dark haired Reaper took it without comment.
"Have any of you gathered hear today witnessed a similar anomaly? The dead who shall not die?" Thesys's pale, cold eyes scanned the press of Reapers standing between the thrones and the wall, clearly fine to let the spotlight fall on Jacqueline alone.
Espenfalls
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Posted: 7/10/2019 at 12:00 AM
Post #5
Sasha shyly, and timidly raised a hand. She was an incredibly young reaper, both due to her actual age and her time doing this. She whispered softly, " I-It happened to me today.. " She was already wanted to go off and hide, but she didn't. This was very important to everyone and so she wouldn't do anything to hinder it from being resolved.
MistressNyx
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Posted: 7/20/2019 at 6:41 PM
Post #6
Jacqueline jerked her head toward Sasha. The girl was a new addition to the Reaper ranks, and Jacqueline hadn't yet gotten a chance to get to know her yet.
No, she thought, that was a misstatement. She had had plenty of opportunities to meet Sasha, but she had never bothered to do so.
There was something indefinable about Sasha that almost... annoyed Jacqueline. She couldn't put in words, but she felt annoyed indeed at the girl for seemingly no reason whatsoever. She was shy and timid, but she didn't seem a coward...
Jacqueline shifted her weight from one foot to the other, resolving to approach Sasha after this was all over and getting to know her better. Even more than being unreasonably annoyed at the young Reaper she was angry at herself for judging Sasha befre she got to know her.
Xyatos beckoned Sasha forward with a scarred, calloused hand. Jacqueline knew that if the High Lord had desired, he could have erased the scars from his life, breaking another connection to his former life as most Reapers chose to do, but for some reason he didn't. The man was and always had been an enigma to Jacqueline.
"Come, Reaper Sasha, and tell us of your experience with this... irregularity," he said in his deep, eerily calm voice.
I owe you a massive apology for vanishing on you like that - I was away at a long overnight camp and just got back yesterday. I should have told you and I didn't, sorry!
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Posted: 7/20/2019 at 7:26 PM
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( It's fine I don't mind! I am used to waiting for replies xd )
Sasha stepped forward, trying her very best to seem confident.. but she was far from it, she was a scared little lamb in a den of wolves.. Or, she simply felt that way. Taking a deep breath she started, " I was doing my usual rounds, making sure to kill whomever needed to die and suddenly.. even after one man seemed to have passed away he awoke again and stood, acting as if he simply had fainted, I felt his life force leave him for a moment and turned to leave but suddenly, I just heard him stand yet again.. As if death itself refused to take him. " Her voice was confident and sure, but at the same time she seemed.. intimidated by the high lord, as many reapers were. She spoke differently from them though, due to what times she came from.. and, her inexperience with any of this. Only 3 human years as a reaper does that to them.
MistressNyx
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Posted: 7/20/2019 at 9:11 PM
Post #8
What Sasha had said fit with Jacqueline's experience. Death seeming to take them for a moment, then releasing its hold.
Three others came forward and gave their own turn of events, all happening slightly differently but with the same storyline. Xyatos, Thesys, and the seven other Reaper Lords listened intensely to each account. Thesys's lips, painted a red so dark it was nearly black, were pressed into a thin line.
"Reapers Jacqueline, Sasha, Alastair, Asriel, and Zander, remain here. All others, dismissed," called Xyatos after Reaper Zander had finished his story. Some Reapers turned and left into the halls outside the Council chamber, some turning into clouds of dark smoke that swirled up through the small round skylight in the center of the domed ceiling, some melting away into the shadows.
The five who remained stood in a half circle facing Xyatos. The High Lord wasted no time beating around the bush.
"I want you to investigate this. Even this morning, mortals died as usual. It will not be long before they discover they cannot die, and then, chaos will ensue."
Jacqueline kept her face expressionless. "How, my lord, are we supposed to do so?"
He regarded her with cold eyes. "You were all spoken to by whatever, or whomever, is blocking Death. Begin there."
"You're saying we must go into the land of the living!" blurted Zander, followed by a hasty "my lord."
"That is exactly what I am saying."
"But, with all due respect, isn't this something for the Reaper Lords to deal with? You are far more powerful than we are."
Jacqueline elbowed him aside, stepping past the others. "I am no coward, my lords. I will go."
"And I," said Asriel, joining her.
Alastair raised his chin, a determined light in his eyes. "I will go as well."
Asriel turned his head to look at Sasha and Zander. Jacqueline did not. Either they would go or they wouldn't.
"I... I'm sorry, I can't-" Zander gasped, backing away. "I'm not going, I can't do it!"
He turned and bolted, but before he had made it three paces, Xyatos had lifted his death's-head scepter and brought it down on the marble floor with a resounding crack. Zander burst into a cloud of flaky ash and dust, which floated down and settled on the floor without a sound.
"So, Sasha?" Jacqueline said. Her voice was soft but not quiet. "Are you a coward or are you a Reaper?"
Espenfalls
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Posted: 7/20/2019 at 9:24 PM
Post #9
" I will go, my lords, " Sasha replied to both Jacqueline's remark and the request of the lords. She was not afraid of this.. simply worried. She didn't want chaos to ensue, though the world bad as it was she knew there was good within it, even if war and death.. and ending loves existed.. It was something to protect. For some reason though, pain seemed to hurt her.. Emotional heart. She no longer had a real one, but she still had her emotional one. She looked troubled at the thought, she had lost most all her memories in her death, which was apparent by many reapers, but no one told her what happened, nor how she died.. She knew some of them knew, they just.. didn't tell her. She assumed something horrible happened, but she wouldn't dwell on it. " When do we start, my lords? " She finally spoke, looking quite confident still even with her emotions going wild within her.
( Miiight bring in more for her backstory because I am a pain fiend- )
Edited By Espenfalls on 7/20/2019 at 9:25 PM.
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Posted: 7/22/2019 at 11:29 AM
Post #10
"Good," said Xyatos. "Good."
He waved his hand at Asriel and Alastair. "You are dismissed. I give you full authority to do whatever you deem necessary."
Jacqueline frowned. Had she and Sasha done something wrong? Why wasn't Xyatos sending them out? His next words answered her question.
"Sasha, you were and you are young. A Reaper of only three years. You should not be granted a mentor until your fifth, as it has always been, for some need more time than others to come to terms with their own death, and the fact that they are now a Reaper.
"In light of the circumstance, I think we must remove those two years from your time and bring Jacqueline as your mentor."
The words surprised Jacqueline. Yes, she had mentored several young Reapers before, but they had been few and far between, and she had always gotten to pick them herself, from the ranks of those who the Reaper Lords chose to become Reapers.
"Are you sure, my lord?" she asked.
Thesys answered instead - Jacqueline had almost forgotten she and the other seven were there. Almost.
"It was my decision, actually. We were going to offer Sasha to you when her Time was up, but we've had to more it forward."
Jacqueline accepted Thesys's words with a cool nod. She turned to Sasha. "Is this what you want? Are you willing to accept me as your mentor to years early?"
She had no desire to mentor someone who didn't want to be mentored. She could lead the horse to water but she couldn't make it drink.
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