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Started July 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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“Then show them concrete proof. Plus I’m sure why have noticed their supernatual abilities.”

"YOU MAKE A GOOD POINT. BUT SHE HAS RARELY EVER USED HER ABILITIES TO THEIR FULL EXTENT, ONLY IF FORCED TOO. I DOUBT THAT WOULD HELP."

"Cheery joint. What a serendipitous place." Quoth muttered.
(I gtg. See ya!)

(Bye!) "It works for me." she said.

(This is what Susan last said to Quoth)

Quoth cocked her head, perching on Susan's shoulder. "Alrighty then."

“Then show them concrete proof. Plus I’m sure why have noticed their supernatual abilities.”

"YOU MAKE A GOOD POINT. BUT SHE HAS RARELY EVER USED HER ABILITIES TO THEIR FULL EXTENT, ONLY IF FORCED TOO. I DOUBT THAT WOULD HELP."

“Honestly she’ll probably start being convicened when she sees the fact that you’re a functioning skeleton.”

"FAIR POINT. YOU HAVE ME THERE. BUT I STILL DOUBT…" Death trailed off.

Quoth cocked her head, perching on Susan's shoulder. "Alrighty then."

"Gin and tonic." she told Igor. Unless you weren't choosy, it paid to order a clear drink when you visited Biers because Igor also had undirected ideas about what you could put on a cocktail stick. If you saw something green and spherical in your drink, you had to hope it was an olive.

"FAIR POINT. YOU HAVE ME THERE. BUT I STILL DOUBT…" Death trailed off.

“Then kill something next to her.” Will shrugged, “Or something.”

"I DO NOT KILL. I AM NOT ALLOWED TO KILL UNLESS IN SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCES." Death said. His job was to collect the souls of the dead rather than to actually kill. Getting killed was human's own business, he just took on from that point. "AND THIS CIRCUMSTANCE WOULD BE INAPPROPRIATE."

“What if I killed.”

"NOR ARE YOU ALLOWED TO KILL." Death said firmly. "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, IT IS NOT AN OPTION TO COMMIT POINTLESS MURDER."

Quoth cocked her head, perching on Susan's shoulder. "Alrighty then."

"Gin and tonic." she told Igor. Unless you weren't choosy, it paid to order a clear drink when you visited Biers because Igor also had undirected ideas about what you could put on a cocktail stick. If you saw something green and spherical in your drink, you had to hope it was an olive.

Quoth edged her way off of Susan's arm and onto the table. She swagger over to the edge of the table, watching a stray cat in the corner.

"Oi, you ain't 'llowed to 'ave familiars or pets 'nless they can change back to 'uman on demand." Igor said to Susan, glaring at Quoth.

(Can Quoth do that?)

(No. Quoth is a raven.)

"NOR ARE YOU ALLOWED TO KILL." Death said firmly. "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, IT IS NOT AN OPTION TO COMMIT POINTLESS MURDER."

“Aw, poo.” Will pouted.

"YOU SHOULD NOT MOAN OVER SUCH THINGS. POINTLESS EVIL IS NEVER SOMETHING ONE SHOULD CONSIDER."

(Okee. Just checking)
Quoth glared back at Igor, croaking.

Will mumbled random words and sipped his tea.

Susan sighed. She decided to use The Voice. The Voice somehow was more a prophecy of the immediate future than words. It somehow flipped all the right levers, pressed all the right buttons, and made people do as they were told. "LET THE RAVEN STAY, IGOR." she said. "Y-yes miss, the raven can stay." Igor squeaked meekly.

(Where does Heath come into this?)

(Whenever you want, you can even just write something telling about them and what they do in their daily life.)

(Ellen also)

(However you want to.)