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[A boy, looking about 12 years old, appears angrily on the plane holding a pistol. Such pretty white stripes in his black hair! And a black, prim outfit. He basically looks like a snooty man's snooty rich child.]

TWO DAMN IT. One- [stops as he realizes some things. First, he is only holding a single gun, which he immediately tosses to the side theatrically. Second, he's not wherever he was.] Liz... This place is a mess!

[The gun, in mid-air, transforms into an older teen/young adult. She has ~~delicious boobies~~ a cowboy hat and bright red "shirt" that covers all of her cleavage and breasts and none of her stomach. She surveys their surroundings sternly and disgustedly.] What happened here...

... We'll need a lot of towels, stain remover, air fresheners - Where's Patty? We could use her help with this.

[The woman cringes] We?! I'm not cleaning this up! Blood will stain my jeans!!

[OOC: Double intro post for Liz Thompson and Death the Kid. INBOX RAPE COMING AT YA |D If you only want to be bugged by one, say so in ooc or something.]

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There's no balance in my hair! It ruins all the symmetry I've built up. What a disgusting thing.

Why not dye the other half?

My body counteracts poisons. Stupid body, won't even let me perfect it.

Oh, yours too? {Giggling} What about just paint?

Then I'll smell.

Then I guess you're stuck with unbalanced hair forever! {:D lol}

[He curls up into a ball on the ground.] treacherous curse, why do you plague me.

{Crouches beside him, smiling and giggling. Is she having fun with his anguish. You bet.} It's not that bad...I'm sure that you'll learn to live with it!

[That's cool. His other gun laughs hysterically every time he gets into these fits :|] every day it's a mockery of my perfection. every mirror and glass window stands there to laugh at me.

There there...{She pats his head lightly} Why are you so into perfection anyways~?

I'm a shinigami. I have to be perfect! If I can't be perfect, how can I help others?

Help others....So you're that kind of person?

It's my job. I'm a shinigami, I have to take my father's trade.

Eh? What's a shinigami?

Shinigami guide the souls of the dead to the afterlife. They're also called a God of Death, or Grim Reaper, or just simply Death. I am the lead shinigami's son, which is why they call me Death the Kid.

Ah, that seems like an important job after all. Ne, but what about people that don't die? What happens to them?

... Eh? Everyone can die. It's the price paid for living.

I don't. I die for a little bit, but then I just come right back to life~

But... But that's not... Uh... I don't know how that works.

Me neither! I never really thought about it. Everything just heals itself until I...well, start back up again. ♥

Your body brings you back to life? ... How many souls do you have?

Just one, I thought?

Some beings have several, usually strongly influenced by their magical capabilities...

It's not you just can't die though, right? Maybe not by normal means, but... There's got to be some way you can die. [Immortality bothers him I guess :|]

Magic? Oh, that's real too? No, I can't do anything like magic~ Ne, but I don't. You can shoot me in the heart, slice me up into pieces, or smash in my skull, and I'd come back every time. Not that I want you to try that. It does hurt.