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[comeshonesty]

[ the video reveals an older man, thin nearly to the point of being skeletal, dressed sharply in a black suit and with his black hair slicked back. he's sitting neatly on a bench somewhere under a street-light, surrounded by the darkness. he seems comfortable enough with it, though-- it suits him.

there's a silver-headed cane propped against the bench beside him, a drink in a paper cup next to his thigh, and he's balling up the foil from what looks to have been some kind of chili-dog. there's no telling how his device is propped up, because it simply seems to be hovering in the air.

he finally glances up at it, black eyes strange and somehow terrifying despite his relatively harmless appearance and mild expression. long fingers curl around the cup and he takes a sip through the straw before seeming to settle on what he wants to say, his words deliberate and tone even, hinting at no particular emotion beyond perhaps the faintest trace of annoyance. ]

Well. So much for the star that I was rather occupied with. How is it I wind up on this dismal little planet so often.

[ he licks his thumb, setting aside the foil. ]

I suppose I could blame it on a certain significant other--[ chuck, he's looking at you. 8| ]--being rather himself. Or the Winchesters, perhaps, given their remarkable lack of self-preservation as a family. Or the little winged children bickering so much.

[ a pause, gaze lifting again, intense and disturbing. ]

Well. Shall we all coexist peacefully, then, or will I need to turn someone over my knee?

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[paterelohim]

[And of course as the tides feel the moon or the East feels the outbound pull of the West wind, He feels it the instant it happens. It's a coming together, a glorious kind of wholeness filling a void He had gotten so used to ignoring that He had almost forgotten about it. The change is enough to make him drop what he's doing, look up at the ceiling contemplatively for a moment, then slide down his chair, laughing. Laughing, soft and low. Just laughing in a strange kind of tension release that has the puppy looking at him with marked concern in those Hellish eyes, but Chuck keeps laughing for another few minutes.

It's the strangest things, really, what you miss the most.

He doesn't even bother waiting a few minutes to collect himself and look like a normal person, the way you would with literally anybody else. His reply comes about thirty seconds after the laughter trails off, with time only to take a drink and assure Vonnegut that he isn't dying. He doesn't even bother listening to Death's post.

Sure, looking this content with the universe is a little insensitive in the face of Death's intense displeasure with the world and all who dwell in it- but come on, what else is new? It's not exactly breaking new ground here.

Chuck is all relaxation, utter immortal familiarity, and a little (very) human happiness.]

It'll be there when you get back.

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[comeshonesty]

[ he points a finger at chuck, brows arching. chuck might know it as his 'bitch, plz' face. ]

It's the principle.

[ as in, he has better things to do, better places to be. granted, he can imagine that chuck--god--is as relieved to have him there as death would have been in the opposite situation, but still.

he brushes his pants off as if he actually has crumbs there, glancing back up and finally offering a slightly warmer glance--as much as death ever does, anyway. ]

My, I take it you've missed me.

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[ellen_harvelle]

[She looks more curious than anything. It's the Winchesters bit that pinged her, since she never met the man personally - well, not to her knowledge anyway.]

You know the Winchesters?

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[comeshonesty]

[ he gives her a slightly flat look, a brow arching. ]

Considering how often they die, it would have to be willful ignorance for me not to.

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[integrity]

[Crowley could focus on a lot of things, like the fact that Death and God are apparently fucking, or the Winchesters being to blame for this, or the angels being called children. But instead, Crowley focuses on something else extraordinarily important. His tone is lazy, dismissive, and utterly nonchalant, but there is something in the way the demon sits that indicates that he means absolutely no disrespect. This is Death -- Death, the Horseman, and while Crowley had a very heavy hand in binding him the second time, he certainly doesn't want the Horseman for an enemy.

Still, he has an image to uphold. And that image includes being as insufferably blase as possible.]

How insulting. You forgot me.

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[comeshonesty]

[ he smiles thinly, thumb rubbing absently over the face of his ring. ]

Oh, don't concern yourself on that point, Crowley. I haven't forgotten you at all.

[ the dark eyes find crowley's, holding his gaze. ] Do watch your tone, yes? I could be persuaded to forget your hand in that little chaining fiasco.

[ofthursday]

[Oh. Death. Castiel spoke to him once before, here, and doesn't know of their meeting in their world. His voice is soft and respectful.]

Hello, Death.

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[integrity]

Careful.

[It's quiet and even. The demon is very tense.]

I have reasonable suspicion that he's going to be rather angry with the two of us.

[comeshonesty]

[ a slight narrowing of his eyes, but when he speaks finally, his tone is even. ]

Ah, Castiel. So good to see that you're behaving yourself.

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[upstairsbrain]

[ Oh, hello. Sam's curiosity is piqued because he hears his name, though he has next to know idea who the skeletal man is. In fact, he's only ever heard of this Horseman, and aside from handling the ring, he's had no interactions with Death. Not in his present timeline, anyway. Sam assumes that this is someone from his future, someone the others will recognize, and relay to him. So, it's with a guarded expression that he replies, forehead wrinkled in hesitation. ]

We didn't bring you here. [ It's a statement, mild and soft-sounding, though not without an underlying firmness. ] Sorry to disappoint you.

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[comeshonesty]

Please, as if you could without my allowing it. [ a slight roll of his eyes, palm folding loosely over the head of his cane. it's true that this version of sam is from before that binding business, but that doesn't mean he's particularly pleased. ] Do stop dying, though, won't you?

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[thelightbringer]

Oh, now look what the cat dragged in. I've missed you.

[Having you in chains, specifically, but you're not bad company. A little surly but not bad.]

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[comeshonesty]

Do behave yourself, Lucifer. I'm willing to put up with brats to a point, but I've quite nearly reached it.

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[brat_from_hell]

[Big Sis Death left, and now this one is back. The Death of all things, rather than the (rather young) death of a single universe like Phibrizzo is.]

Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I've been behaving.

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[comeshonesty]

Indeed you have, child. [ despite himself, he can't help but feel a bit warmly toward this creature, so like and unlike his reapers. ] I'm relieved to hear that. I'd hate to have to clean up a mess.

[uberboned]

Oh. You're back. [EVER SO CASUAL.]

[comeshonesty]

[ an arch of his brow. ]

Yes, thank you for pointing that out, Gabriel.

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[soul_scatter]

[He's curious. He managed to pinpoint the disturbance amongst all the other disturbances of reiatsu on the island. But this one was... different. There is something about him that feels comforting, familiar, and yet... superior. He's not sure he enjoys the sensation.]

You were here before.

[He doesn't remember it. Curious.]

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[comeshonesty]

I was, quite briefly.

[ a long, even, unblinking stare. this isn't one of his reapers, but-- nevertheless, he's a reaper. in a way, that makes him one of death's regardless of what reality he's from. ]

.. One of mine, I take it.

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[corks]

[Ah, this was interesting. Jacob tilts his head curiously, a smile curling at the edge of his lips.]

Perhaps this place wanted you to come here. Or it had some particular use for you.

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[comeshonesty]

[ curious. a lookalike of lucifer's current vessel.

he offers a small, elegant shrug. ]

Perhaps. It certainly can't hurt to play along for now.

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[servingfather]

[Not at all surprised to see Death chilling in the Darkness while munching on some food.]

Welcome back. And I'd like to say that we bicker a lot less then we used to but that would be a lie.

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[comeshonesty]

Yes, I've rather noticed that Lucifer is as naughty as ever. Really, Michael, do try to teach him manners again.

[ despite himself, though, his expression softens faintly from his usual disinterest into a very vague sort of concern. ]

You seem well enough.

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[the_dead_pool2]

Hey, welcome back. Looking good and all.

[Your not really the Death from his world, but hey, he likes the thought of you all the same]

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[comeshonesty]

Good evening, Deadpool. [ he picks his paper cup up, rattling the ice in it slightly. ] Shall I rely on you to suggest interesting junk-food?

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[proxysproxy]

I don't see why coexistence wouldn't be possible.

Have you been here before? [If so, how come he remembers and Vincent doesn't?]

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[comeshonesty]

You might be surprised.

[ a thin smile. ] I have indeed.

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[guerrilla_morph]

[ The expression and the mention of a star gets Marco's attention. If this guy's the Ellimist, Marco will send his NV's address several dozen of spam companies. ]

Which star? Tom Cruise? Brad Pitt?

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[mulletrock]

[Dean almost scrolls by this entry while doing his daily search through the NV feeds until he sees his name and an angel reference.]

The hell're you?

[He could be nicer but this guy didn't introduce himself and his attitude already grated him.]