JackFrost
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"I am the physical and cognitive manifestation of Death, come to visit this land of the 17th Shard."
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"Afraid of the light? Death is only more terrifying in the stark light of day. And Death does not have to eat, and therefore does not have the ability to have an eating disorder."
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Death is not a construct. It is an end result.
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"Order and Chaos are fundamentally opposed but neither can destroy the other."
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Death thinks to itself. Perhaps if it took a more...fitting form for this world... The shadows swirl, the figures silhouette melts before coalescing into the shape of a young woman. Dressed in black pants and a black trench coat she straightens from her crouched posture on the icy floor. Longish black hair shimmers in the light, much like the shine of a raven's wing. A small, private smile shapes her lips as dark, white-less eyes take in the room. A Spren flits around her, like a bit of smoke. "This. This will be interesting."
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Thank you
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A gaunt figure, shrouded in shadow and silence glides across the ground towards the gathering of lords and ladies. "Good afternoon."
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A dark weary laugh echoes around the Hall. "I thank for the invitation. But while chaos, at some points is rather amusing my nature is more one of balance. I reap the souls of the dying, I seek out those who have cheated me and put them in their place. Rest assured sisters, this was merely a social visit. I will not be collecting your souls for a good while. Ta." Silence follows his words.
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Yes well I don't want to get banned for simply playing a part.
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Shadows seeps across the room from all corners and wrap themsleves around Death. "I evidently must depart. Goodbye Court of Newcago." The room returns to normal as the dark figure vanishes.
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Death cackles at the young mortals. "I do not wish to serve the court. I serve no man, or woman. I merely wished to meet these fine ladies, properly introduce myself. I shall do so with every faction, before I start recruiting new reapers."
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Death smiles. "Oh I like this one. Much more cautious. Wise of you dear."
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Death disappears before re-materializing across the room. "I reap souls. Does that sound fun to you? I'm looking to recruit." TwiLyghtSansSparkles, on 17 Jun 2014 - 12:05 AM, said: "No."
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Death tilts it head. Amused. "Enjoy? I do not understand." It glances at the newcomer. "The cold does not bother me."
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The figure bobs its hooded head, some what surprised she took it's hand. "Yes and no. I am the being who manages the Afterlife, and the soul's journey to it."
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A coarse rattling chuckle snakes its way out from under the thick folds of the visitor's robe and across the icy steel floor. "My my you certainly are young and innocent aren't you?" The stranger steps forward, seeming almost to glide. A pale, bone-white hand reveals itself and extends towards the young Queen, an offering. "My dear, I am the cold east wind. I am the threshold all must pass before their final rest. I am Death."
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Shadows deepen in the Great Hall. The Court's pleasantly cool temperature drops. Colors and sounds seem muffled. Darkness seeps slowly from the edges of sight and swirls together in the center of the magnificent room. The flickering non-lights coalesce into a humanoid figure, hooded and cloaked. Dark glittering eyes gaze unblinkingly from within the deep cowl. A deep, ancient, echoey voice reverberates throughout the room, those present feeling it more than hearing. "This is the court of the one named Elsa Steelheart, no?"