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                                                                             SAM ERSTWHILE      KASPIEL/Y            CHERIOUR

                                                                            AYA REINHART   LUCY DANTALIAN           NICK

NATHANIEL HORN

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[deadweights]

[ One of Death's broken-off appendages, verse info here. Moira is still in development but basically she likes to latch onto murderers and be their buddy. It makes her job easier because she can just collect the souls of the people they kill, it's great. I'm thinking she and Sam could be a nice match y/n? ]

[notahappyending]

[It's a beautiful day for getting revenge.]

[Well, not exactly revenge, but a step on the way to it - Sam stands in front of an townhouse, peering up at the windows closed up with blinds, the lavish glass screen door, the purple petunias garnishing what little front yard the house has. A very important man lives here. A man who is high on the pecking order of Y's company. Y is a tricky little devil to find, Sam's found - he's certainly got all his fingers in all the pies, and yet has hidden himself behind so many others that it almost seems like he doesn't exist at all.]

[And yet, Sam knows very well that he exists. His goal is to stop him from existing any longer for what he did.]

[Sam peers down at the book in his hands (Heroes Must Always Fall: An Analysis of Themes in Mythology Throughout the Ages), scratching the back of his neck absentmindedly as he pretends to read it. He's here to scout out the place before he attempts to get what he deserves, but there's something that's not quite right.]

[There's a lady that's been following him, and he has no idea who she is.]

[Who is she? One of Y's people? Somebody interested in him and his criminal skills? She's been tailing him too close to be pure coincidence, and although he's tried not to make eye contact, he really has been lifting his head more to look over at her. It bothers him. The last thing he wants is for somebody to come in and ruin his plans.]

[He bites his lip, thinking, before shutting the book, stuffing it under his armpit, and stepping right up to her, clearing his throat to get her attention. The best way to find out what she wants is to just ask her directly - then he'll know what he's dealing with. (He hopes.)]

Excuse me. C-can I help you? [He says, in a meek voice, his eyes almost beady through the mess of long brown hair on his head.] I might be wrong, but it seems like you want to talk...

[deadweights]

[ It'd be hard not to notice her, slurping at a straw of some nondescript sugary drink. Dearest Moira is about as subtle as sledgehammer when she's supposed to be a shadow in a crowd, lingering around when a death is meant to take place, really. She has a particular way of doing that, though; she's not like her reaper siblings, who simply go to those they will lead away... no. She prefers to stalk those who with the hands about to get bloody, prefers to watch them for entertainment, and most of the time, she even makes an effort to become their friend.

Moira pretends to be distracted when Sam approaches, but it's all very deliberate. The arch of her brows, the lazy way she turns to him despite the confusion that reads on her face. At first glance she looks like any other absentminded girl, but soon enough people start to think something's off. Artificial, like it's been built from the inside out based on an internet search on human behavior. ]

Do I? Mm. [ She makes a face, like a resigned, 'yeah, sounds like something I would do'. After another slurp, ] What do I want to talk about?

[notahappyending]

What? [The answer throws him a bit off - he expected her to be more straightforward, even give him a clear-cut "go away, creep" or something - and he shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing. That's not what he wants to hear.]

[He keeps up appearances, of course, lifting his shoulders and trying his best to give off the pathetic impression that he doesn't know how to be stern.]

I don't know. About you following me, I guess. [He frowns.] You've been doing that, don't think I haven't, uh, noticed.

[deadweights]

[ Again, the carefully constructed succession of expressions, from a frown to the squinting of her eyes, like his message has to be decoded before it fully goes through. That's it, really - the lag between all the little things, whereas with a normal person they would flow almost unnoticed. With a little pop, the straw drops from between her lips, and she continues. ]

Sure! We can talk about that. Where would you like to start?

[ She doesn't deny it, and certainly does not apologize for it, either. What would be the point? She's not like Morty. If people are afraid of her, then so be it.

Not that she thinks this fine young man will be afraid any time soon. ]

[notahappyending]

[He quirks an eyebrow at that - it is off, the way she reacts. It's too...rehearsed. Maybe that's not the word. It's like seeing a computer that's loading up an answer to a question, and it certainly makes him wary. He may be millions of years old (or rather, half of him is) and he's likely not to back down before anyone, but still, the fact that he doesn't know what it all means unnerves him, slightly.]

Well, maybe...let's start with you. [He says with a frustrated gesture.] Who are you?

[deadweights]

My name is Moira Friendly. [ If she's meant to advance with something else, well. The awkwardly long pause should be enough to answer that. ] Who are you?