ultima_mortis: (death curious)
ultima_mortis ([personal profile] ultima_mortis) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2018-10-23 10:38 pm
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mausoleum

Who: Death and You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Planetside
When: Today

Action – Planetside Scrapyard
 
It wasn’t at all hard to find people who took a liking to him or Poppy. Death is in the middle of a more organized scrap yard than most, surrounded by the more artistic types. He’s currently fiddling with metal sheets being fitted to a large grill type of device in what are supposed to be flower shapes. Some people just like to mix themes, he supposes. The metal is easy enough to fiddle with by hand, too, although he does make some cursory attempts to use proper tools for the job at hand. Each flower he finishes gets passed off for welding and more welding until the false verdant nature of the grill is deemed acceptable. Death takes a sit back with the other artists and lets them hash out smaller details like delivery. He is joined in his seat by Poppy, who takes to purring loudly as he watches the new gill get rinsed off for its first voyage.
 
Broadcast – Planetside, later in the day
 
Food is a common denominator that brings all together nearly as much as his job or the need to sleep. Death is among people who live for food cooked on a new grill, producing various, slightly singed items fit for a good meal. He has no plate of his own owing to a lack of a stomach, but Poppy gleefully munches on scraps of meat that he breaks up for her convenience. He waves at the feed briefly and turns his hands to petting his cat and reminding her that she is very much loved in all her purring goodness.
 
I LIKE THIS PLANET. THERE IS SO MUCH PEOPLE CAN DO TO TURN METAL INTO SOMETHING ORGANIC AND LIVELY.
wakemelater: (straitface)

[personal profile] wakemelater 2018-10-27 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
That's true.

[He accepts, clasping Death's hand.]

Nico di Angelo. You already know what I am. My father is the god of death ... among other things. [Greek gods were bad at sticking to just one thing.

He gives the cat a considering look.]
Animals don't usually like me. [They were more sensitive to the whole death-aura vibe. It didn't mesh well. But cats were different, for reasons previously mentioned.]
wakemelater: (talk hand)

[personal profile] wakemelater 2018-10-29 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm. [He nods. He has a love-hate relationship with his lineage.] You have a granddaughter?

[He lifts a hand for the cat to smell. He's been told he smells like death. Doesn't matter how many baths he takes. So ... thanks, Dad.]
wakemelater: (smirk)

[personal profile] wakemelater 2018-11-03 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Is she part of the ... family business?

[He quirks the tiniest of smiles and pets the cat.]
wakemelater: (confuse curious)

[personal profile] wakemelater 2018-11-13 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh.

[A teacher. That's such a ... normal thing to do.]

What's Hogswatch?
wakemelater: (over shoulder)

[personal profile] wakemelater 2018-11-14 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds like Christmas.

[Not that he can remember ever celebrating. But he spent a lot of time in and out of cities, and in the winter it was hard to avoid the lights and trees and carolers and mall Santas and blah blah blah.]

Got a jolly old man who climbs down chimneys too?
wakemelater: (frowny neutral)

[personal profile] wakemelater 2018-11-19 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
I guess so.

[Weird. Though he probably shouldn't be too surprised. Nothing was outside the realm of possibility. He watches the cat a second, shrugging.]

No. I ... I don't really celebrate. Anything.

wakemelater: (straitface)

[personal profile] wakemelater 2018-11-27 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
No. [He goes a little tense in the shoulders.] It's not a big deal.

You ... bake? [Can he even eat? He frowns thoughtfully.]
wakemelater: (confuse curious)

[personal profile] wakemelater 2018-12-12 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh.

[Well, he's certainly seen odder things. But it's still an interesting thing to think about.]

M...Maybe I will come by. Sometime.