forum A new roleplay! [Closed]

Started August 10, 2019 by @amber_is_in_a_loop

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Of course!

Okay, so she goes to get Leandra's most recent kill and Leandra sees her or she was still with the corpse or something?

Okay, so she goes to get Leandra's most recent kill and Leandra sees her

That would make the most sense

Alright, perfect

(I'm taking Zusak's Death idea is that ok?)
It was a crimson night. Bright, sinister, intimidating, with nightmares tracing
streams of black across the blood red sky.
Freya walked.

(Yea, I don't even know what that is lol)

Leandra stood over her victim and sighed. Another day, another life. She thought, closing her victim's eyes. She looked up at the night sky and closed her eyes.

(Oh ok sorry)
(so the sky isn't actually red, that's just for Freya)
(Have you read The Book Thief?)
She was walking towards another murdered. A young man, this time, with an expecting girlfriend.
Not that the murderer knew that.
She was arriving at a street corner, hands in her pockets, seeming like any other person.
Not that the humans would know better.

(Don't apologize, you're ok!)
(And lol I figured)
(No I have not)
Leandra knelt down by the man again, and took his wallet. Might as well take his money while I'm at it.

(Oml you should it's so so so good. It's narrated by Death)
Her small feet pattered lightly along the sidewalk, thin white dress fluttering in the night breeze.
The closer to the body she walked, the brighter his soul beamed. It was a pallid purple cloud, wisping above the spot his corpse lay. It was tainted though, not only by his own darkness, but with that of another human.
She slowed, turned her dress to leggings and a white sweater, approaching the marked spot with silent caution.

Leandra sunk back into the shadows when she sensed someone's presence. She waited to see who it was, and if she should be worried or not.

Freya arrived in an open space, lined with steel boxes. Some sort of storage area. To the left, an alley led off into darkness; she could tell a living being stood in the shadow, but she did not try to specify her sense of it. It wasn't worth it yet.
Her gaze landed on the man's corpse, swathed in his purple soul. She crept up to him, getting on her knees at his side.

Leandra slowly approached the girl. She seemed harmless enough, anyway. "Who are you?" Her voice reverberated throughout the alley. She seemed to have some sort of strange accent.

Ignoring the newcomer for a moment, Freya placed her hand on the man's still chest.
Within a few seconds, his soul flitted into full visibility and rose to the sky, melding into the red.
She then stood, head down but facing the stranger.
"You killed this man." She could sense the dark residue.

"Yep. And you're a detective, it seems," she joked, letting out a harsh laugh. She thought the girl was weird, but didn't say anything. After all, why would you pick a fight with someone who knows your sins?

"You make my job harder than it needs to be," she told the stranger, searching. "Leandra," she added finally.

She raised an eyebrow. Well, then. "Nice to meet you too, kid." Leandra took a step closer to her, wondering if she would have to take the girl's life. "How do you know my name?"

A shadow passed over Freya's face. "You want to kill me." She'd gotten even quieter, still seated by the corpse.

Leandra chuckled, not bothering to ask how Freya knew that. "Well. I will, if I need to. But if you stay quiet, then I won't have to."

Freya, feeling the aggression rolling off Leandra in waves, stood up. "You make my job a lot harder, you know? Why do you do it?" she asked quietly.

"Do what?" She raised an eyebrow at her. "Kill? I kill people for money. A girl's gotta survive somehow," she chuckled, but there was a hint of sadness behind the soft laugh. "What's your job, kid?"

Freya shook her head. "My job is to clean up after you, Leandra. I do your dirty work and return these souls to their place in the sky."

Leandra chuckled softly, not sure if Freya was kidding or not. "Sucks. Did you need help or something?"

Freya frowned in mild disgust. "Why would I need help from you?"

Leandra put her hands in her pockets. "I dunno, kid. Sounds like you have a tough… job, or whatever that is. How much do you get paid?" She tilted her head to the side, genuinely curious. Leandra wasn't really smart enough to figure out that Freya was the Grim Reaper.

Freya's frown deepened. "Paid? Pardon, Leandra, but I don't get paid. I do what I do for the good of the world and to clean up after the cruelty of the mortal world."