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Started July 09, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Oh. Well, warn me next time. I don't like people barging in on me at random."

"Good thing I'm not 'people' then." Quoth said.
(I gtg make pasta)

(Ok, see ya!) "You know what I mean, featherbrain."

“What are these terrible things you speak of? Is it worse then me spilling tea on you?” Will asked tiredly.

"THEY ARE BOTH REMEMBERING ME. AND THE AUDITORS, NOT OF MONEY, BUT OF REALITY, ARE AT WORK AGAIN. THEY PLAN TO DO SOMETHING. A TERRIBLE THING."

“.. in simple English please?”

"WHY SIMPLE? THIS IS NOT SIMPLE. THE AUDITORS PLAN IS PERFECT, ALMOST. I CANNOT INTERFERE DIRECTLY."

“Then send someone to interfere directly.”

"NEITHER OF US CAN, AND WHAT MORTAL WOULD RISK THEIR LIFE FOR SUCH THINGS?" Death inquired.

Will shrugged, “Mortals are willing to almost do anything if there given the right price.”

Meanwhile, Susan had gone out. She had free time in the evenings, and night was the best time to be active, in her opinion. Night was where the real life of the city thrived.

Quoth followed from above. Trying not to do so in a obvious manner.

Will shrugged, “Mortals are willing to almost do anything if there given the right price.”

"THAT'S WHAT I'M AFRAID OF. METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING OF COURSE AS I DO NOT FEEL FEAR. IT IS NOT A SIMPLE JOB WHERE YOU PAY SOMEONE AND THEY DO AS THEY ARE TOLD. NO, IT IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH. IT MUST BE DONE SO THE SUN WILL COME UP." he said. Old gods do new jobs, of course, and the Hogfather was a very old god.

Quoth followed from above. Trying not to do so in a obvious manner.

"Quoth, I don't mind if you follow me." Susan sighed.

"Oh okay." Quoth flew down. "So whatcha doing?"

Will shrugged, “Mortals are willing to almost do anything if there given the right price.”

"THAT'S WHAT I'M AFRAID OF. METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING OF COURSE AS I DO NOT FEEL FEAR. IT IS NOT A SIMPLE JOB WHERE YOU PAY SOMEONE AND THEY DO AS THEY ARE TOLD. NO, IT IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH. IT MUST BE DONE SO THE SUN WILL COME UP." he said. Old gods do new jobs, of course, and the Hogfather was a very old god.

“Well then scare the into doing it.”

"Oh okay." Quoth flew down. "So whatcha doing?"

"Taking a break." she said, entering a grimy pub called 'Biers'. Susan didn't like Biers but went there anyway, when the pressure of being normal got too much. Beirs, despite the smell and the drink and the company, had one important virtue. In Biers, nobody took any notice. Of anything. Biers was where the undead drank. And when Igor the barman was asked for a Bloody Mary, he didn't mix a metaphor. Everyone in Biers drank alone, even when the were in groups. Or packs. Despite the decorations put up inexpertly by Igor* to show willing, Biers was not a family place. At all. Family was a subject Susan liked to avoid.

*He'd done his best. But black and purple and vomit colored were not a good color combination for paper chains, and no Hogswatch fairy doll should be nailed up by it's head.

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

Will shrugged, “Mortals are willing to almost do anything if there given the right price.”

"THAT'S WHAT I'M AFRAID OF. METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING OF COURSE AS I DO NOT FEEL FEAR. IT IS NOT A SIMPLE JOB WHERE YOU PAY SOMEONE AND THEY DO AS THEY ARE TOLD. NO, IT IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH. IT MUST BE DONE SO THE SUN WILL COME UP." he said. Old gods do new jobs, of course, and the Hogfather was a very old god.

“Well then scare the into doing it.”

"NO, IT WOULD DO NO GOOD. FEAR IS NOT A MOTIVATOR."

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

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

Will shrugged, “Mortals are willing to almost do anything if there given the right price.”

"THAT'S WHAT I'M AFRAID OF. METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING OF COURSE AS I DO NOT FEEL FEAR. IT IS NOT A SIMPLE JOB WHERE YOU PAY SOMEONE AND THEY DO AS THEY ARE TOLD. NO, IT IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH. IT MUST BE DONE SO THE SUN WILL COME UP." he said. Old gods do new jobs, of course, and the Hogfather was a very old god.

“Well then scare the into doing it.”

"NO, IT WOULD DO NO GOOD. FEAR IS NOT A MOTIVATOR."

“… well I’m out of ideas then.”

"THERE MAY BE SOMEONE….." Death said.

(I don’t want to yet.

Because I have no idea. •-•)

“Like…?”

"BUT IT WOULD BE DIFFICULT TO CONVINCE THEM TO HELP."

“I’m sure you’ll manage.”

"SHE WOULD DENY MY VERY EXISTENCE. OF COURSE, ANYONE WOULD HAVE A HARD TIME ACCEPTING THAT DEATH WAS THEIR GRANDFATHER." he said, his voice seeming slightly…. but that would be impossible…… scared? Not of his granddaughter, but of the prospect of breaking the news to her. Of course, he wasn't scared at all. Or was he?

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