[Death has found himself in a number of situations people would describe as odd or worrisome, but this is neither of those nor any word that a thesaurus would declare as being similar. It was certainly not the Disc, and that was all he really needed to know for the moment.]
VERY CURIOUS.
[He summons his scythe as he reads the various signs and postings along the train station. The food and blankets were useless to him, of course, but the sentiment told him good things about the people who lived in this…Ruby City.
And then there is the matter of the pocket watch. There are other worlds where such…technology, that was the word, is common place, but such worlds are not the one he has just been taken from. Very, very odd, as it were.]
VERY WELL. [And he flips the watch open and works it on with little trouble.] I DO NOT SUPPOSE IT WOULD BE AN EASY MANNER TO MAKE CONVERSATION WITH THE ONE WHO HAS BROUGHT ME HERE? THERE ARE APPOINTMENTS I MUST KEEP, AND I CANNOT KEEP THEM FROM WHEREVER HERE IS.
Third Person:
Death, as he sometimes did, did a little decorating. He was not perfect about it, and it certainly showed that he had little proper understanding about what it meant to actually put function into a place. At his office, everything only looked like it had a function.
NOW WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS THING? The “thing” in question was a bit of potpourri sitting by the window, and he held it between two fingers as one might a diseased carcass. Dead flowers and other plant parts dried up so that they could make a home smell good. Oh, this was most certainly a dwelling better suited for humans. It would have to do.
Heaving a sigh as well as one could without lungs; Death did another turn around to get a view of the apartment. No doubt, he would find a bed with a proper mattress and some sheets to put upon it. Even Binky didn’t seem able to find him here. That distressed him more than anything. He would actually have to…walk to places. The passage of time would be more absolute than merely a flow that went in all directions.
Nodding, Death came to a simple conclusion. PERHAPS A DRINK…
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CURIOUS.
[Death has found himself in a number of situations people would describe as odd or worrisome, but this is neither of those nor any word that a thesaurus would declare as being similar. It was certainly not the Disc, and that was all he really needed to know for the moment.]
VERY CURIOUS.
[He summons his scythe as he reads the various signs and postings along the train station. The food and blankets were useless to him, of course, but the sentiment told him good things about the people who lived in this…Ruby City.
And then there is the matter of the pocket watch. There are other worlds where such…technology, that was the word, is common place, but such worlds are not the one he has just been taken from. Very, very odd, as it were.]
VERY WELL. [And he flips the watch open and works it on with little trouble.] I DO NOT SUPPOSE IT WOULD BE AN EASY MANNER TO MAKE CONVERSATION WITH THE ONE WHO HAS BROUGHT ME HERE? THERE ARE APPOINTMENTS I MUST KEEP, AND I CANNOT KEEP THEM FROM WHEREVER HERE IS.
Third Person:
Death, as he sometimes did, did a little decorating. He was not perfect about it, and it certainly showed that he had little proper understanding about what it meant to actually put function into a place. At his office, everything only looked like it had a function.
NOW WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS THING? The “thing” in question was a bit of potpourri sitting by the window, and he held it between two fingers as one might a diseased carcass. Dead flowers and other plant parts dried up so that they could make a home smell good. Oh, this was most certainly a dwelling better suited for humans. It would have to do.
Heaving a sigh as well as one could without lungs; Death did another turn around to get a view of the apartment. No doubt, he would find a bed with a proper mattress and some sheets to put upon it. Even Binky didn’t seem able to find him here. That distressed him more than anything. He would actually have to…walk to places. The passage of time would be more absolute than merely a flow that went in all directions.
Nodding, Death came to a simple conclusion. PERHAPS A DRINK…