forum I've been dying to do a rp like this, no pun intended. (Tis a one one one.) (Closed) (stalk at your own risk)

Started November 01, 2018 by @Dirt

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"oh no. OH nonononononono, I'm not very good with hights" He paled and tensed up. He closed his eyes, ready for the madness to be over. "Alright! my dude! I won't dig in your land!"

Ember sweetened her voice and leaned close enough so her face was inches from his. "Good." Her eyes- a dark shade of brown- peered at him evilily. She pulled back smiling still. "Pick a direction, anyway will do. Its the experience that makes this fun. Pick wrong and all your fears will come true as we go along."

Jayson swallowed hard as he gritted his teeth inside his mouth, trying not to have a massive breakdown because this was not how he had envisioned his death would go. "u-um direction as in left or right? Then I choose….left." He looked at her to see if he could find a clue on her face of whether he was good or he was about to get ripped a new one. mentally.

"Left it is," A pathway appeared, stretching far into the distance, "and let me just say, you are royally screwed." Every thing but the path seemed to disappeared, And Ember Smiked.

Jayson felt his heart sink, he laughed lowly. "Could I like not go through there then? I really don't need any more mental damage" He looked at Ember and knew she wasn't messing around so in silent acquiescence he walked down the path, glancing back at her every now an then 'cause he was getting hella paranoid with the lsd trip.

"Mmhm, the only other way is," Ember glanced over the edge of the path, "is down." She started skipping down the path still grinning.

Jayson had stopped walking and looks at the edge, he then quickly follows Ember muttering a string of curses under his breath. "Alright fine….it's not like I can't take it," he said trying to show that he wasn't terrified, but had no idea what to expect.

"Oh come on, its not that bad. At least you have someone to lead the way." Ember shrugged, "you got a, how do I put this? a nicer Reaper. Your buddies died on my friends turf, he's not exactly a nice person."

Jayson scoffs. "I guess I should be thankful then, yea?" He says walking beside her. "Oh yea? Then you're a, how do I put this, spicy burrito that got fried too much and caught on fire. Not really a threat but also not a good idea to add more oil to the fire" he looks away. I would really kill for a burrito right about now he thinks as if though he were still alive.

Ember stopped and shoved her scythe in his face. "Was that an insult? listen here buddy, I've dealt with your kind before. And it did not end well for them." she narrowed her eyes. "Careful, you're playing with fire. Might wanna stop before you get burnt." She gave a smug grin before pulling her scythe back and continueing down the path again.

Jayson backed up and help his hands up defensively when she shoved the scythe in his face. "Woooah there sweetheart, I didn't mean that as an insult. I'm just sayin' that well you seem a bit feisty" He says pointing at the scythe in his face before she removed it. "yea like the burnt burrito" he scowls.

"You're a burnt burrito." Ember grumbled, and agents her wishes, sounded like a little kid. She sighed and decided it best to know something about the guy that she'd be delivering to the gates. "So, tell me about yourself. Why you where in a gang."

Jayson chuckles at her childish remark. Then was caught off guard when she asked about the gang. "I actually wasn't in a gang. I just mess around with them, make them turn on each other, it's a horrible habit I developed when I was younger, though still kinda funny when I see those idiots fighting each other" He gives a slight smile to no one in particular as he looks down the path. Then looks at her. "why the sudden interest?" He asks.

Ember shrugged, "first off the is a horribly nasty habit indeed. Second, because I might as well know something about the person I'm delivering to the gates. Other ways what would we talk about?"

Jayson stares at her hard, studying her. "Yea but like I'm about to die- not wait, I'm about to be thrown into hell so what does it matter? Oh. Well, I guess it does kill some time. Well then, how about you? Did you just wake up some day and bam!" He claps his hands together for emphasis. "You were a Reaper?"

Ember sighed and shook her head. "A reaper is someone who was surrounded by death in their dying moments. Someone who had a very violent death. Someone on the verge of becoming a crawler." She turned to look at him, cocking her head to the side. "You know, you had a chance probably. But then again, being stabbed isn't a violent way to die."

Jayson listens to her talk while he keeps on walking. He whistles lowly. "My condolences," He says, his usual joking manner thrown out of the window. "And I was shot not stabbed, at least I think that's what it was- wait, did you see someone stab me?" He says confused.

"I was waiting for you. I know when people are going to die, where they'll die." Ember held up a pocket watch. "This dang thing is what lets me know what time. Other wise I just have feeling where the death will happen."

Jayson nods, looking at her pocket watch. "Well alright" After a long period of silence he clears his throat and smiles to her nervously "Wanna get me out of this? I just realized I don't fancy being dead"

Ember cocked her head again, confused. "Get you out? What do you mean? Let you live again? Becouse if that's what your asking I can't do that. I have the power to kill, not to give life."

Jayson sighs in a depressed manner. "Yea, I figured, just thought I'd take a shot at that" He shakes his head. "Sucha goddy idiot" He mutters to himself.

"I'd say sorry, but I'm really not." Ember gave a wicked grin and continued down the path some more. "So, tell me about yourself. But please spare the boring details."

Jayson smirks at her "sorry but not sorry" speech. And just to get on her nervous he says the basics. "Well my favorite color is blue, I have brown eyes, brown hair, and I like greek food. Also, I used to be a ballerina when I was small. Don't judge me. I was eight."

Ember rolled her eyes but laughed at the last bit. "You willingly wore a tutu? Is this what your trying to tell me? Must have been. Fun?"

Jayson blushes a bit and looks away. "Yea I willingly wore a tutu. I thought the girls looked pretty so I wanted to try it out- begged Vince to let me join the girls, I was really happy and it was fun but looking back at it, it's kinda embarrassing as hell"