driftfleet | Ofrenda

Who: Death and You

Broadcast: Yes

Action: Planetside - Supermarket

When: Today

[Action/Broadcast - Supermarket]

Food is an odd thing, which is why Death is going to do his best to at least try and figure out what sorts of produce and meats can be procured for the Caprine. A cook is only as good as his ingredients, after all. As ship chef, he is wandering through the supermarket with a trolley and a few bags to see about getting some staples for the kitchen. Apples, bananas, oranges, grapes... These are things he knows about and sets aside in their own bags.

Eventually, the feed turns on to show Death holding a dragonfruit, turning it over in his hands. The outside is different than what he's used to seeing in produce, but he is not afraid of it. He holds out one hand, summoning his scythe, and runs the fruit against the blade, effectively cutting it into very neat halves. The scythe disappears just as quickly and Death is left with the odd and pale innards to contend with.

HOW WOULD ONE EAT THIS...?

He may yet be a while in the supermarket.

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WELL... YES, THERE TENDS TO BE THE ISSUES THAT COME WITH SUCH THINKING.

[He twiddles his bony thumbs.]

THE FACT THAT YOU SHOW NO FEAR TOWARDS ME AND OFFERED TO HELP DOES SAY A GREAT DEAL ABOUT HOW YOU HAVE GROWN AS AN INDIVIDUAL. SUCH ACTIONS OUGHT TO BE EMULATED ABOVE ALL OTHERS.

I mean... wasn't because of ya appearance that threw me at first, [Remy admitted, a little hesitant at first.] It was the fact ya Death. [Hopefully he wouldn't take it too much to, uh, heart.]

Bein' a mutant, gotta kinda be open to physical mutations 'nd stuff out of the norm for appearances. 'nd, well... Death or not, worth givin' a chance to see what ya like before judgin', non?

THAT IS RATHER NORMAL. IT'S USUALLY THE INFIRM AND ELDERLY WHO ARE CALM WHEN MEETING ME. MOST OTHERS ARE AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT AFRAID.

[He really doesn't mind. You get used to it after a while.]

TRÈS VRAI. WITH ALL THE DIFFERENT KINDS OF PEOPLE AND LIVING THINGS, IT IS STILL SURPRISING HOW DIFFICULT IT CAN BE TO BREACH BORDERS AND ALLOW PEOPLE TO COME TOGETHER. I SUPPOSE IT IS MERELY A MATTER OF TIME, BUT SHE IS A VERY DIFFERENT ENTITY THAN I.

[There was a moment of pause as Remy considered that, taking in the information before silently acknowledging it and dismissing it with a shake of his head.]

Don't get me wrong, got that back home, in the worse possible way at times. Be real easy just to do what others do, [And... maybe Remy did now and then, when being faced with the worse that humans threw at mutants or others. He wasn't 'one of the good guys', he didn't ever feel the need to play by the rules the X-Men did back home. Hardly the high road, but Remy had little patience for bigots.] 'nd I got no where to go with that. Sometimes much easier, 'nd much more satisfyin' than ignorin' it.

[Death nods politely as Remy speaks. He is well used to the pragmatism involved with doing the right thing.]

THERE WAS A REVOLUTION SOME TIME AGO IN A LARGE CITY CALLED ANKH-MORPORK. THE DESPOT AT THE TIME WAS DEEMED FIT TO BE FORCEFULLY REMOVED BY THE VERY PEOPLE WHO PAID TAXES TO HIM. ON BUSY NIGHTS LIKE THAT ONE, IT IS OFTEN THOSE WHO DEFY POLITENESS AND COMPLACENCY WHO STAND VICTORIOUS. GRANTED, I CAN'T GUARANTEE YOUR SUCCESS, BUT I WILL HOPE FOR IT, SHOULD THAT NIGHT COME TO YOU.

Hopefully a night that will never have to happen, Monsieur la Mort, won't be pretty for 'ny side. [Not with those Sentinels that were about, let alone the range of mutant powers that existed. It would be a bloodbath for all.

Though as Remy did many times, both in life and on the Fleet, he chose to brush that kind of thoughts aside. He couldn't do anything, either here or at home. Better to just lay low and try not to stick out too much. And enjoy whatever time he had.] Not that 'ny of that matters here, haven't had 'nyone show up here that got a counter point to it all, so far.

[Death is comforted, in his own way, to hear that kind of declaration. Rebellion is a difficult thing to act upon, let alone foster into a usable force. He holds his hand over his chest and bows slightly.]

THEN PERHAPS IT IS MORE APPROPRIATE TO HOPE THAT BEING HERE WILL AFFORD YOU SOME KIND OF PEACE OF MIND.

One can only hope, cher, one can only hope. Though find 'peace of mind' be easier to find after a good bottle or two of something. [A bit of a grin as they got onto a bit of an easier topic to talk about. It was all getting a little too deep for him.

Especially considering Remy was just getting over the fact he was talking to Death.] Good luck in ya food shoppin', feel free to give a yell if ya need help again.

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