GOD OF DEATH AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

[He'll see green eyes staring down at him. Impossibly bright and vivid. Simply... waiting.] ...The if is always certain. It's the when that's less clear.

[agoodname]

Yes, yes, Death is Inevitable. I know. Though it's not like this is the first time I've seen you. [he hums a bit, tilting his head slightly] Your eyes are very green. I would've expected something like red or black. Something mysterious~ [at the mysterious, he lifts a hand shakily and waves it in the air, as if it could indicate the mysteriousness of red or black eyes.] I'm Osvaldus.

[enigmaster]

[This is. Odd.] Introductions seem rather pointless on my end. And yours, for that matter.

[agoodname]

[he can't help but roll his eyes at that--before flinching again as his stomach cramps again. He breathes through it, breath hissing through his teeth. He's sweating, and he blinks it out of his eyes before he tries to focus on the...person???...above him again] Oh, come now. Your name isn't really just Death is it?

[enigmaster]

Does my identity matter beyond that? Yours is about to be past sense, as far as the living world is concerned.

[agoodname]

Because I've seen you enough times. We should become acquainted. [he flinches again, but this time he swallows, and presses a hand against the ground, moving to sit up] Also, not to sound arrogant, but you're a bit premature, friend.

[enigmaster]

It will be over. Soon. [It doesn't sound harsh, when he says it. More of a reassurance than a warning. There's a slight ethereal quality to his voice. Subtle and almost gentle, but... there. Becoming acquainted, though. What a concept. Well, there's no real harm in it.] ...There are a lot of different names for me. Some just call me Death. I've also been called an Ankou. Several different names further north, they can't seem to make up their mind there. ASTWIHĀD, to some, Śmierć, to others. Mors around these parts. Thanatos, closer to my home. But... you can call me Enygma.

[agoodname]

[It's getting to the point where it feels excruciating. Oswald sucks in a gasp, arm nearly buckling under him--but he grits his teeth and gets himself into a sitting position, panting. He looks up again at the figure, which swims a bit before his eyes] Enygma. A mysterious moniker for a mysterious individual~ [he smirks] Do you look this pretty for everyone you pick up, or am I just special?

[enigmaster]

[He's about to speak and then that. And Enygma tilts his head in a way not too different from a confused dog. Not so befitting a timeless being such as himself.] ...Pardon?

[agoodname]

[if he wasn't in excruciating pain and trying to pretend that he's not, Osvaldus might've laughed. Instead, his smirk widens a fraction, even as he grimaces with a fresh wave of cramping in his muscles that makes his stomach roil. His hands are trembling, even as he grabs a hold of the edge of the chair and uses it to keep himself still sitting upright for a moment] I....I said, do you look this pretty for everyone you meet, or am I special~? After all, we've seen each other a couple times. Admittedly, I hadn't been able to get a good glimpse of you then, but I certainly am now.

[enigmaster]

...I simply look as I always have. It is not for your benefit or anyone else's, you-- [WHAT... DOES HE DO WITH THIS...?] You're very talkative for someone who's dying.

[agoodname]

I, ah--[he winces again, doubling over his knees a bit as his muscles twitch and spasm--before he uses the seat of the chair to slowly, achingly push himself up onto it so he's sitting, panting] Well...[he manages to lift his hand again, still smirking] ...can you blame me? Who else can say they've gotten a good look at Death and told you how handsome you are?

[enigmaster]

[This is... a little ridiculous. He just stares at the boy in front of him, and lets out a breath.] You're straining yourself. This will be easier if you let go.

[agoodname]

[alksdhfs Osvaldus can't help but bark out a laugh at that, though it's strained. If anything, his smirk pulls wider] My dear Enygma, you've brushed by me twice already. Do I strike you as someone who lets go of anything? [he leans a bit, propping his chin on the table, like his insides don't feel like their burning and he wants to writhe.] You may as well sit and have a chat. You are a guest in my apartment, after all. [he waves to the chair with a very shaky free hand]

[enigmaster]

I suppose. [Stubborn sort. There have been lots of stubborn sorts. Sometimes they even get to talking. But they tend to be far more demanding than this. It's almost polite. ...He'll sit.] I'm impressed you're still holding on. And that you've avoided me twice over, now.

[agoodname]

Oh? I find that rather flattering. [he looks flattered, too. Pleased, even, through the sweat on his brow] I imagine it's rather hard to impress you.

[enigmaster]

Generally I just find mortals impressively stupid. ...You have not changed my mind on this matter, however.

[agoodname]

[alksdhfs that'll get him a huff of air that might've been a laugh if it weren't for, you know, the pain]

But you do find me impressive~

[enigmaster]

Yes. In that way and others. ...Why are you doing this?

[agoodname]

[Osvaldus blinks at that] Doing...what?

[enigmaster]

Poisoning yourself. Surely you can see how foolish this was?

[agoodname]

[at that, his expression slips into a pout--though a pained one] In my defense, I was told that the poison was less strong than it actually is. But I need to be able to resist it, or my plan won't work.

[enigmaster]

And now you're dying. Whatever plan you had won't come to pass.

[agoodname]

[That pout intensifies, and Osvaldus wrinkles his nose, like it's some boring chore that needs doing] Yes, yes, we'll get to that. But in the mean time, tell me more about you. [he props his chin back on his hand] How long have you had this job?

[enigmaster]

For as long as people have been dying.