Reaper's Haven P3

 Reaper's Haven P3

So I forgot to write about the lake meet up. So let me break it down, simple and easy. So, I had arrived at the lake expecting to be met with a weapon, fire arm or a Smith & Wesson bone collector, for some reason. But much to my and undoubtedly your surprise, she didn't have a plan to kill me. Surprisingly, that Stephen King story creature wasn't there. So, we started talking for a while. It was pretty standard stuff at first. But she eventually asked me if I really was Death. So, I took off my hand and reattached it which seemed to surprise her. Which isn't exactly what I expected. I mean if I did this around anyone else, I'd need to do my job on one of my rare days off, but I could guess why she didn't flip. She probably thought that sign was literal, which it is. A while later I spotted a guy wearing a blackhood, seems unimportant, but also like the kind of guy who'd make an oc that'd turn into a demon when they're angry. Anyway, not a lot happened during the hang out. Before you go "OMG is Death falling in love!?" because I know someone out there will. No, no I am not. I'm not Zeus, us ye old mythic beings have standards. 

    I saw Barrie had dropped something, so I picked it up and looked at it, a medallion. Maybe that's why that thing didn't show up. "Hey, Barrie!", I called after her. She stopped in her tracks and turned around "Yeah"? I held up the medallion "You forgot this." She ran over to me and grabbed it. "What is that thing anyway?" "Oh, this is a symbol from a group I'm in.", I paused, examining the symbol. A snake curling around the part of bone that separates the eyes in a skull. This is a crazy cult isn't it? Despite the thousands of warnings signs being bashed over my skull like the dumb protagonist I am I decided to ignore it. "Eh probably nothing.", thought every protagonist before it's revealed to be very much something. I waved goodbye to her and walked away. Not a very interesting event, that took a few weeks to write. Geez.


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