forum You and the Reaper (ROMANCE O/O) CLOSED SORRY BUT PLEASE STALK!

Started July 09, 2019 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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AH IM SO SORRY

Running into the woods after killing a whole family, feeling no pity. Her two swords in her hand, and about 8 daggers hidden in parts of her clothing. She stopped by a big black figure standing in front of her.
"What the-"

(it's fine! Also I it okay if Reaper knows her name? Because I figure he'd be able to tell people's names, because it would be reassuring to the dead. And I just mean her first name, if that's okay. If not, that's fine too)

Reaper stood before the girl, the assassin, his scythe in hand. "Are you aware of how hard you are making my job?" He said bluntly. "I'm getting really damn tired of cleaning up your messes. You always leave scared, angry souls behind. Including children. I HATE reaping children." He said, without a preamble, nor did he bother to introduce himself. He had a black cloak on that obscured his body, with a deep hood pulled over his head. The silver scythe glittered in the dim light.

(Yeah he can, her full names Maylynn Stone lol)

Maylynn stood there, her swords immediately out, she smirked.
"Oh, are you supposed to be on of those nerds who cosplay? Because I'll kill you right now"
She says, ready to kill whoever was standing in front of her. Straightening her back, her chin held high, she was sure this wasn't the real deal….right?

(alright thanks! Ok lol)

Reaper sighed. "Maylynn Stone. You couldn't kill me were you to try for the entire rest of your life." He said sternly. His eyes flashed slightly from under the hood of his cloak. "So don't try." He added.

"Heh…. So you are the real thing"
After all this time of murdering people one by one, she knew the reaper, the reaper had to be annoyed by now.
"So you've finally come"
She knew he was real…. shes been trying to get him for about 10 years now. It was her dream to meet the reaper, and there they were, standing there…. face to face with him.

Reaper snorted. "Yes, I've finally come." He replied. He sighed softly. "Look, I really don't care what you do. But you need to slow down the assassinations. I have enough angry, depressed dead people without YOU adding to my workload." He told her. His voice was a rich, deep baritone-tenor, with the faintest traces of some sort of accent.

"Pffft, do you really think, after all of this ive done, and you finally show up, im just gonna do what you say?"
She steps towards him, smirking, leaning towards him.
"I wanna make a deal…."
She twirls around, putting her swords back in her sheathes.
"stay with me longer…. and I'll kill fewer people…. got it?"
She looks back at him with a confident look. She knew she was going to get him sooner or later, but now was the time.

He looked at her. "And what exactly do you mean by 'stay with you'?" He asked. "And why?" He knew she had to have a motive; no one, least of all an assassin, asks someone else to stay with them unless they have a motive. Especially not the Grim Reaper. He watched her carefully, facial features obscured by the hood. The scythe was still in his hand, a looming warning. Or threat. Depending on how she interpreted it.

"Well, what do you mean? Why?"
She says with a smug look on her face, her hair blowing a little in her face in the cold wind.
She knew exactly what he was asking her, but she wasn't going to talk that easily.

"I mean why do you want me to stay with you. Why the bargain?" He asked, looking at her. He lowered the scythe slightly so that it was at his side. But he could whip it up again in a second if he needed to. If she didn't know that, ah well. If she attacked him…she would be the one hurt. Because that was part of the job as Grim Reaper; he couldn't be killed. Couldn't be hurt, even. Not by normal humans.

"Listen buddy, I've been killing all if these people, to finally meet you, i know it sounds crazy, but yea know I'm crazy myself, so much so, that ive actually enjoyed the killing…. Well anyway, I've always wanted to meet/befriend and maybe kill you"
She said oh so casually, leaning again a tree.
"Any way, I'm a tad lonely anyway, so if you would, and if you want you job to be easier…. Stay with be"
She said with the most conniving little grin.

"You had no guarantee that I would even confront you. What if I had chosen to simply reap you, and send you straight to whatever afterlife awaits you?" He asked. "In addition, you can't kill me. I don't mean that in pride nor in boast. It is simply plain fact. You cannot kill the Grim Reaper, Maylynn Stone, no matter how long or hard you were to try."

"Oh i dont mean physically buddy"
A devious grin on her face,
"And if you did reap me… Then this boring life would be over…. Even if you damned me to hell, it would still be better than this place."
She says, just simply stating facts, just like the reaper did.

He raised an eyebrow, though he knew she couldn't see it. "If you do not mean physically, then how DO you mean it?" he questioned. He gave a dark chuckle. "I don't decide what afterlife you get, Maylynn. Your own beliefs decide what afterlife you get."

"You'll find out! And what if I believe that I'll get reincarnated, therefore I can kill more people, does that work? Or Nah?"
She asks, kinda if sarcastic with a side of mischief.

(Sorry I'm gonna have to go and get some sleep, and sorry my writings super short right now, I'm tired)

He snorted. "You don't keep your memories when you're reincarnated." he replied dryly. "You become an entirely new person. You could become male. You could be the sweetest, kindest person alive. You could be a doctor, and save lives rather than end them."

She pushes herself off of the tree
"aw well that sucks….. Anyway…. so do we have a deal?"
She hops up on a tree branch to look down on him. She never liked to have people look down on her, and the Grim Reaper was no exception.

He raised an eyebrow, looking up at her for a long moment. "That depends." He ran a finger up the scythe, and it shrunk, vanishing. At the same moment, his long cloak shrank, and became a black hoodie, the hood still over his head, dark colored jeans on his legs. "What exactly will you be wanting me to do? Other than follow you everywhere."