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Post by amsterdame on Aug 31, 2015 5:53:24 GMT -8
She gave a casual look around, glancing at the young girl in question. She was still talking to her brother, who was grinning while glancing at the two Apprentices, trying to look inconspicuous.
Suspicious looking characters in her family's café. That's what Amsteria would deduce from the looks old William's daughter was flashing at them. That, or should I talk to him, as Amsteria cast her glance on Grim, who had gotten up and was speaking to the old man. A while later, he beckoned her to go outside. With a light sigh and a heavy heart, Amsteria follows in suit what Grim had done, ordering herself an iced lemon tea before walking over to the table the blonde sat at.
"What drink did you decide to whittle time with?" she asked as she pulled out a chair and sat beside him. The wind was blowing from behind them, thankfully, and the smoke from his lit cigarette floated ahead of them to dissipate into the air. Amsteria crosses her legs and props her chin on her knuckles. The weather was pleasant.
"As good a day as any to die today, huh..."
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Post by MIRG on Aug 31, 2015 8:58:27 GMT -8
Removing the cigarette from his lips, a ball of smoke streamed out from the edge of Grim's lips and dissipated in the wind as he gave a soft sigh. His eyes were half-lidded; one would've mistaken it for fatigue if not the knotted brows. Perhaps troubled, by the amount of time he had before witnessing the demise of the eldest Enderton. If not for the smoke, his cheeks would've been chilled by the breeze brushing across them. Contrary to what he said previously, this was the perfect weather to get a cold. He was feeling as calm as a millpond.
"Cherry spritzer... it was on the menu." He answered casually. He wasn't quite sure what that tasted like, but it didn't matter to the young man. It was meant to secure his table anyway. "I hope you got something to pass time as we speak." The blonde added, unsure how the well-mannered lady was feeling. She was sitting so formally beside him too, he observed as he took another drag from his cancer stick. Leaning towards the other, he mummured a 'mhmm' before observing the old man going about with his daily work.
After a few minutes of listening to the surrounding clattering and chatters, the young man asked the white-haired lady with a hint of curiosity, "How do you think it will happen?"
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Post by amsterdame on Sept 1, 2015 14:14:14 GMT -8
"I got some tea to pass the time," Amsteria reassured him as Grim wondered about what she got. Three hours was a lot of time to lose, no doubt about it. Usually she would bring along a book or some work, if she was prepared. It was obviously not the case with this one, so she would have to improvise. Perhaps organize her phone's mailbox. Or something more interesting, like people watching. The options were available.
"I think...," Amsteria started, looking at the old man over her shoulder, still serving customers as best as he could. He leaned on his counter and stifled a cough. Amsteria wondered why he didn't take the day off. "...he'd probably cough up a storm and collapse. Ambulance. Too little too late," she finished her sentence, the hand propping her chin unraveling to rub it in thought. It was all a sequence of events, she deduced from previous experiences of these reaps. Something goes wrong, either big or small, and it acts as a catalyst for the bigger chain reactions. Finally, boom. Dead. Funeral. Grieving.
Moving on.
Upon deeper thought, Amsteria would sometimes get reminded that this task wasn't like the retirement lady at work. There were never any sequential events to that, just 'enough time has passed'. If an employee wrecked havoc, then they get fired, which completely bypasses the retirement lady. Furrowing her brows, Amsteria decides that those kinds of thoughts aren't currently appropriate. She turned her gaze back to Grim. "Do you ever get used to the sequences?" she asked. The blonde had been at it for over 50 years. If people died and was born every second, that was quite a lot of events to see unfold.
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Post by MIRG on Sept 2, 2015 8:06:11 GMT -8
The young doctor slowly blinked, tilting his head to the side as she shared her guess. "Zat so?" Taking a final puff of his short diminished stick, he squished the remainder in the ash tray before speaking, "Your guess is as good as mine. I'd say a heart attack. He's been clenching his heart with every cough." A trail of smoke escaped from his lips as he answered. They were the most common cause of death, and that was not deduced from his medical research but rather, first-hand experience. He'd say it was good to observe for medical purposes, but that would've been too morbid.
It was the fastest and one of the most sudden form of deaths.
"I don't really think about it after a while. It becomes... natural." Grim replied with slight hesitation. Even if their departure were largely similar (There are just the standard ways to go.), the circumstances that they had and left behind were hardly the same. Countless names that even he couldn't be bothered to remember. It was almost disrespectful, but the guilt and attention had worn away with the passing of years and his arduous shifts. It was still interesting to see how they go, and he himself realised that he had grown detached the living, allowing him to see from an odd perspective if time permitted.
"...Are you still perturbed by it?" He softly added, fingers interlaced as he noticed their drinks were being served by the siblings who were oblivious to the impending event.
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Post by amsterdame on Sept 3, 2015 5:11:45 GMT -8
"Barely," Amsteria replied as William's son laid their drinks at their table. With a curt smile to both and a lingering side-eyed look at Grim, the young man returned into the café. She turned the glass on her table, peering into the amber liquid. She sipped at it, savouring the taste of the lemon tea.
It was a nice taste to pass the time with.
The duo began to talk idly, prodding at topics that regularly regulate a long term conversation. Food, work, people, relationships. Once in a while, Grim tried to crack jokes, to which Amsteria would smile lightly. People passed them continuously, some giving them both curious looks, others treating them like any other ol' patron of the café. As the number of people increased and the sun climbed ever higher into the sky, Amsteria's phone buzzed.
She picked it up to check what came about. The alarm had gone off, and it was now half an hour to reap. With a light sigh, she puts the device away in her blazer's pocket. She glances at the blonde, then at the people milling around in the little eatery.
"It's almost time."
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Post by MIRG on Sept 3, 2015 7:42:42 GMT -8
Grim's light smile faltered a little, but he simply gave a nod with the solemn signal. Her announcement had shattered the illusion of being caught up with the living. Sipping up the final mouth of Spritzer, the young man made his way to pay for both their meals and drinks. The feeling of dread doesn't sets in until the deed is done, he reminds himself. Leaning on the counter, the german doctor finally spoke to the young lass, cajoling her for her number with charming smiles and some genuine compliments.
Returning to his seat, he then laid his card on the tabletop, waiting patiently for the time to arrive. It was mere minutes now and the old man's white thread was unwinding before their eyes, giving way to a crimson line that spanned across their vision. Another one, Grim muttered under his breath before setting his eyes on Amsteria. "...Do you want to do the honours?" He said coyly, in a rather macabre fashion. It had been a while since he had been on the front lines. After filing a special request a while ago regarding the alarming relapse episode he encountered, it kept him out of commission for a period of time. It was just sufficient for him to recover stability to some extent. Still, he refused to reveal his condition... at least not until he had figured things out.
Tapping his fingers on his card, he kept a close eye on William Enderton. No attachments, just orders.
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Post by amsterdame on Sept 3, 2015 20:56:31 GMT -8
Amsteria glanced at the blonde, already pulling her threadcutter out of her inner blazer pocket. "I thought you wouldn't ask." Turning around and looking for the thread, she found that it trailed out of the café, off to the sidewalk. She got up and walked off to a less populated area, keeping her eyes on the red thread. Turning back, she waves at Grim, hopefully indicating that she'd be right there and ready, and he could just be on lookout.
The office lady flips her phone out, looking at the time. Another 4 minutes. It then occured to her that she won't be able to see what was going on, but then she didn't really want to be in the small cafe when it happened, either. Perhaps she could ask Grim what happened...and that he would not mind so badly.
There was a scream as the time arrived, and Amsteria coils the crimson thread around her blade. Wails, murmurs, a few shouts for the ambulance. At least old man William didn't die alone, she reflected and the blade sliced through the thread. As the thread slipped away from her hands, she noticed the day becoming darker. Looking up, a cloud passed overhead, blocking the sun out with it's huge grey, cotton mass. The sounds died down as sirens wailed down the street, bringing with them a sudden, summer storm.
Amsteria puts her weapon away and stood in the rain.
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Post by MIRG on Sept 3, 2015 23:33:15 GMT -8
The young man simply kept his card as Amsteria produced her weapon. He'll gladly take the passive role this time round. Leaving his seat with a nonchalant expression, he strolled over and grabbed an umbrella before staying a good distance away from the involved ones. He could tell; William clutching his chest for dear life, agonising pain surging through his frail body before it grew limp. Grim's mint eyes reflected it all, the screams, the shock, the death.
Oh, Vivian Enderton was crying. She was kneeling by his side, in absolute denial of how fast her little happiness bubble had crushed right before her eyes. His son, on the other hand, was more reliable with his desperate attempts to contact medical personnels. A tad too late, Grim thought, with corners of his mouth drooping a little. Death was the reality.
Jerking open the umbrella, Grim walked with a heavy heart away from the crime scene without much stirs. The pelting rain on the umbrella was almost dramatic, as his steps slowly brought him to the other apprentice. "Good job." The german spoke in a somewhat light-hearted tone, with a strained smile on his face as they both stood under the transparent umbrella.
"Let's go back, Amsteria." He proposed, offering napkins to her drenched self.
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Post by amsterdame on Sept 4, 2015 4:58:19 GMT -8
She intended to sit in the rain like how someone would sit in the shower, like how she would have coped with the deaths of certain people she knew. An umbrella overhead stopped the downpour, however, and a napkin made itself visible in front of her. She cast a glance at Grim, and took the napkin to wipe her face.
"Sure thing, Grim," Amsteria answered, scrunching up the napkin and putting it in her somewhat drenched blazer pocket. "I thought a natural shower would do me some good," she continued, pulling out her chrysanthemum. As she came down to the final few petals, she looks at the umbrella, then at Grim with an expectant expression. He grinned at her instead, and she figured he would return it on a later date, when the rain wasn't pouring on them.
"It's like the sky cried for the man," she murmured as she plucked the last petals and opened a portal, back to their home plane and into the sunshine.
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Post by MIRG on Sept 4, 2015 21:19:53 GMT -8
Settings: Team Statice Room, 7AM - 3 days laterGrim buttoned the cuffs of his crisp ironed shirt. The pinstripes were a nice touch on it, and only the sound of fabric could be heard as he adjusted his attire in silence. His phone was flashing with new messages, illuminating the dim room. It was still the crack of dawn and the redhead was still sound asleep like a log, while the samurai was already nowhere in sight. Shorinaga was always absent by the time he woke up, so this was no surprise. Lightly jumping off his bunk, the german donned on a form fitting blazer with a soft sigh.
"I know you're not asleep." The young man finally spoke in a soft, low tone, breaking the silence. The entire dress up was like a deja vu, albeit with a different atmosphere this time round. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he tried to get rid of the residual sleep. It was always a chore to force his body awake, and much more if it was for a depressive purpose. Scrolling through his phone, he thanked Vivian Enderton for the funeral details with the alias of William's old friend. It was times like these that he found his charm useful, but that didn't make him happy. "Amsteria..." He started, before putting on his large circular glasses.
"...If you want to come along, I'll wait for you." He finished on a rather hopeful note. There was no need to state the event given his solemn attire and never once did he glance upwards in her direction, for fear of the expressions she might have. It was already difficult to deal with the carefree memories of food and laughter that starkly contrasted the current events, and it would be worse if a strong woman like her was going to be emotional. |
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Post by amsterdame on Sept 5, 2015 16:33:23 GMT -8
She peeked through the guardrails of her upper bunk bed, staring at the German's back. Dressed in all black, she supposed it was someone's funeral, or an undercover interview. People liked to wear the standard black suit combination for work purposes. Amsteria averted her gaze back to the room's ceiling, plain and grey in the early morning shadows. She didn't have much to do this morning...so she got up and left for the restrooms.
Half an hour later, Amsteria was once again applying the mellow paste onto her lips, dressed in a black suit that she learnt to use only on certain occasions. Dresses weren't her type. She hadn't gone to a funeral since her parents died, which might be a good indication of how careful the people she knew were. Looking at Grim, she adjusted her slim black tie. "It feels odd to attend a funeral when you're dead," she commented, checking her phone idly. No calls or messages so far. "I'm surprised the girl remembers you, Grim."
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Post by MIRG on Sept 5, 2015 20:32:12 GMT -8
Slinging the ink tie around his neck, the german tied it with slow steps towards the lady. Then, he gave a short chuckle before commenting, "It is pretty strange." Funerals were for the living; Afterall, one can't get any deader than dead. Latching a watch on his wrist, he promptly adjusted his sleeves accordingly. "Vivian E. doesn't remember me. I'm nothing but a contact that had identified as William E.'s old pal." He stated, eyes finally glancing up towards Amsteria. It's better if she don't remember too. There was something that kept it impersonal when he used their full names, and that was exactly how he wanted it to be. This is indeed a job.
It dawned upon Grim that Amsteria herself had been dead for a short while too, given her modernity. "...Do you still visit your old home?" The medic asked softly, giving a firm tug on his tie to tighten it.
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Post by amsterdame on Sept 5, 2015 23:15:30 GMT -8
"Sometimes." She had no reason to lie about it, there was no purpose to feign strength about some things. "I used to visit in the earlier years," Amsteria continued, putting her hands in her pockets and straightening up, "Ya gotta admit, sometimes we do get homesick."
She sighs lightly, dismissing his tone with a small wave and shifted her weight onto her other leg. "It's been long enough, and it's not like I had anyone I held on to." Her office coworkers were friends, but they were not 'dear', considering she had never consulted any sort of personal matters with them. It was all just business from the moment she stepped into the office till the moment she died. Heck, even after death she is still in the endless 'this is just business' loop. Perhaps it was the case of "no rest for the wicked".
Amsteria tilts her head to the door. "Shall we get going, Herr Doketah?"
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Post by MIRG on Sept 5, 2015 23:54:31 GMT -8
No one to hold onto eh?
Not too far from his circumstances too, he reckoned. "I'm sorry to hear that. Death Plane is far from warm, but it's still ... good." The young man added, patting her on the shoulder. He was still trying to find solace in this place. Walking ahead, he opens the door and prompted for her to exit first. "I'm just Grim today. You look good with that suit, but perhaps even better if you had chosen to don on a black dress." The social norms of a lady was still pretty much ingrained in him and the german was still trying to understand how it was slowly changing. A slight smile graced his features before he grabbed the umbrella by the entrance, locking the room with a click as they left.
The first thing he noticed upon reaching the location specified was the rain. It was a fitting atmosphere. There was a small crowd of people, shielded by their black umbrellas. It wasn't the time yet. Opening the transparent umbrella, Grim asked an odd question as his eyes scanned around. "Are you hungry?"
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Post by amsterdame on Sept 6, 2015 17:28:37 GMT -8
Hungry? Amsteria looks at Grim at his question, then looks at the people at the grave still getting ready for the proceedings. "You ask such odd questions, sometimes, Grim," she remarked, not attaching any sort of annoyance or emotion to it. There were people who gorged on food to alleviate depression...was the German depressed or distressed? Amsteria shrugged, returning her gaze to the blonde. "Fine, then," she answered at last.
She turned around and they walked toward the cemetery gates, walking by the gravestones. "Anywhere you'd want to go in particular, Grim?" The café old William had would most certainly be closed. Perhaps they'd even steer clear of pancakes and instead look for something savoury. Maybe just early drinks. She listens to their footsteps on the grass as she waited for Grim's answer.
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