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[This is. Awkward. He's never been confronted with a teenager in a sparkly magical outfit before. This has never come up. He's not sure what to do here, because he's certainly not here for her, but she's done a fancy speech about defeating him and jumped off a really high awning. She must have mistaken him for some of the dark forces wreaking havoc and so forth around the city.

He could just go...but, well...

She's gone to quite a bit of trouble, it seems only right to let her give it a go if she does mean to kill him.]

I ᴀᴍ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪsʜ ᴛʜɪs.

[Usagi was one for not thinking things through, but she was determined, if anything. She was shaking yet willing to do this.]

I have the power to take you down. I just… need to hit you with it.

And I’m not sure I can do that.

[Oh dear, she was terrified. It was, to his chagrin, an entirely appropriate reaction to have when meeting him...but she had no idea who he was. It was very unfair that he had such a spooky visage. Still, as she asserts herself, he just remains still and looms.

The looming, like his face, is also outside his control. At 9ft, all you do is loom.]

Wᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ɪғ I sᴛᴏᴏᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ?

Oʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ I...ᴍᴏᴠᴇ?

Stand still, please. It would be easier…

[Wait, why is he helping her? Does this mean she doesn’t have enough power?]

I don’t know why you’re helping, but…

[And her hand goes for her brooch, lifting it up and exposing the Silver Crystal.]

[Death remains stationary, as requested. She even said please. He can't possibly refuse that.

Her magical brooch becomes an equally magical silver crystal of power and bathes everything in an opalescent white light. It fails to reflect off of him, but that's no fault of hers. It's quite a lovely showing and, truth be told, Death is enjoying the spectacle.

He is entirely uncertain how she's going to attack him with a glowing gemstone, but he can wait and find out. He's very patient (the most patient, some might say).]

MOON COSMIC POWER!

[The crystal glows and gathers energy before unleashing a burst of magical energy at Death. At usual foes, it would be one of those that would take them out for good.

But, this was Death. What would happen?]

[The attack is very impressive. Coils of cosmic energy and purification pour out across the street. They sparkle like the stars over a thousand years of celestial peace. This attack would be sufficient to clear blighted darkness from nearly anything.

Death is fortunate that he is neither blighted nor particularly dark. While her attack does little to his bones, it does actually manage to bleach away all the color of his robes--which he wasn't sure was possible, given that they were made entirely of human imagination.

Her attack fades and Death is standing there looking flummoxed (insofar as he can, given that he's lacking moveable facial features) in pure white robes. He looks down at himself and then slowly back at her. This would normally be when a shattering counterattack would happen.

He just sort of starts clapping. It's not readily identifiable as he has no flesh so it just sounds like banging two handfuls of marbles together.]

Tʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴅᴏɴᴇ.

[Positive reinforcement is how you get through to teenagers. He'd read a book about that once.]

I ғᴇᴇʟ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ᴠᴀɴᴏ̨ᴜɪsʜᴇᴅ.

[Usagi dropped to her knees in exhaustion. That was her best attack and all it did was bleach his robes. Oh, well. She should be scared of the counterattack, but the odd clapping made her feel…

Proud?]

That was the strongest I had… I should have known…

[She chuckled softly.]

[Death watches but he is fairly certain this is not part of the whole production. He gives her a moment but, when she just sits there rueful, he decides to walk over. He is getting better about appearing unassuming but, at the moment, he has a wicked scythe and an ominous, skull themed hourglass half tucked into his robe.

He looms, unintentionally, blocking out the glow of the streetlamps around them, and peers down at her.]

Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ.

[He probably should not, but he extended a long bony hand to her. Death's touch did not actually result in death, but it wasn't the most comforting feeling to grab onto assorted bones. Still he would help her up if she liked.]

Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ...Bᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɴᴏᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴀᴍ ᴜɴᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ɪғ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ.

[Truly, he had no idea. Logically he should be able to die, everything did, but since he's not nor has he ever been alive, perhaps he would just...cease when there was nothing left but him? Being killed seems straight out.]

I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ, ɴᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍɪɴɪᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ.

[He could have said so sooner. His look is (somehow) apologetic as he adds:]

I ᴀᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ.

[The feeling on his bony hands was a little disconcerting, but Usagi held on to it as she stood up, shaken but grateful.]

I don’t think I can. I’m certain I would die for sure if I did so.

[There was already a bit of weakness in her stance, her costume glowing pink as it tried to keep itself from unraveling.]

You’re not…? Ah, no, that’s my mistake. My fault!

I ᴀᴍ ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴛᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪᴇ.

[He is kind of the deciding factor on that one. But she looks faint. With ponderous, grave movements, Death reaches into his white robe, long fingers picking past the hourglass to grab--]

I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ɴᴏᴜɢᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀɴᴜᴛs.

[A chocolate candybar. Here you go magical human girl. Keep your energy up.]

[A candy bar? Oh, wow! Her eyes sparkle in surprise and she happily takes it!]

Thank you, I… it’s okay, right?

[If it is, yes, she’ll start nibbling it.]

I… I guess I got you completely wrong.

Iᴛ ɪs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴏ.

[He doesn't mind at all. He wasn't going to eat it. He kept them on hand for his granddaughter only to discover she hates nougat. Now he just...has them. But, as he speaks he glances at the hourglass he has.]

Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇxᴄᴜsᴇ ᴍᴇ, I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ I ᴍᴜsᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ.

[He inclines his head a bit. If he had a hat, he would tip it, but he does not and most people do not appreciate a tip of the scythe.]

Gᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ.

Thank you! And I’m sorry for what happened. I hope next we meet it will be on more happier terms…

[Maybe, maybe not, but she’s certain it will be.]

[[ How would you feel about the Phantasm being chucked at Maedros? It's a gestalt entity of about a thousand human souls forced to manifest on Earth and unable to move on into death. Danny Chase is one of said souls, hence why it's an alt option of this account. It really would be a mercy kill. ]]

[Go for it, I think it sounds like a great idea! My own personal headcanon is that Maedhros has already had to do a couple of mercy kills in his life when it comes to escaped thralls from Angband, so it would be something he would do.]

[The creature in the tattered red cloak glides unnaturally through the forest, and small animals freeze or flee until it passes. The sound of hoofbeats in the distance draws its attention, and it changes direction to head for the oft-travelled path.]

[Woe betide the travelling party, if they are not human... the creature remembers its old lives and how so many of them were killed by enemies of man...]

[There is something fell in the air, Maedhros can almost smell it, it has agitated him ever since he woke up in the morning. He speaks little as he readies his horse and rides off with nothing but his sword strapped to his back, searching for the source of his unease.

It doesn't take him long to realize that part of his unease is the unnatural stillness of the forest around him. Something has spooked it's inhabitants it seems, and now they are hunkering down in their burrows or hiding under bushes until the danger passes. It's close then, whatever it is that is scaring them.]

[The "voice" that speaks is actually many voices, mostly in chorus with one another, but some seem to actively resist and the sound is... discordant. Much like the presence of the creature itself.]

There it is... it is...

What? What? ...What we have waited for...!

[Discordant, yes, that's one way to describe it and not just the voices. This is a being bent out of it's natural shape, it is wrong in a way that is all too familiar to him. He's felt this before in escapees from Angband that are no longer entirely themselves.

He does not draw his sword yet, though he makes sure it will not be hard to do so should he need it.]

Were you looking for me, spirits? Well, if so you have found me... will you tell me what it is you have waited for? It cannot be pleasant for you to stay so bound to this world when you are meant to move beyond it, to the peace and tranquility of the Timeless Halls.

Someone... anyone... who can withstand... triumph... break our chains...

[For a human, red turns black in the dark. An elf's eyes, however, are sharper and can probably see the true color of the thing as it moves closer through the silent trees. The cloak is the red of an old bloodstain, and despite the shape it seems to hold, is mostly empty. A sword belt with an empty scabbard hangs about where a waist ought to be, and greying, tattered gloves emerge from the ends of the cloak at about where arms should be... within the empty hood, a featureless white mask floats with two pinpricks of light burning in the darkness behind it.]

We cannot join them... we cannot pass on... we cannot rest.

And we cannot go quietly...

[There is a momentary flash of pain in his eyes before he steels himself, this is not work he enjoys doing but sometimes it is the only relief one can grant those that suffer.]

Then you have found what you seek, spirits, and I am sorry it took you this long. And sorrier still that this wrong has been done to you.

[A housless spirit, he can see that clearly both with his eyes and with his mind, though not a typical one. More like it is a bunch of them inside of it, it makes him almost sick to see and feel so many of them in distress. He draws his sword, it is shining almost as brightly as he himself does in the darkness.]

You shall rest and pass on to where the rest of your kin go after their passing, this I swear to you.

No, you wouldn't be able to bound as you are...

[The Phantasm raises a hand, and a strange flame springs up -- to encircle the two of them in a ring. It is of a washed out color, not the warm, homey orange of regular flame, and it does not seem to touch any of the surroundings.]

[Maedros's horse is separated from him by the flames. There will be no easy way to escape anymore.]

We are bound indeed, and we must fight you. We cannot... cannot simply yield... it does nothing... nothing unless you defeat us...

[One tattered glove reaches across to grasp something unseen within the scabbard... and then makes a drawing motion, and the terrible weapon becomes visible. It appears to be a sword of bone -- the flat sides show how it isn't sharpened from a single bone, but somehow made from several fused together, with the edges narrowing down to form the double-sided blade. The hilt is wrapped in skin, likely human skin. A miasma of darkness surrounds the weapon, and the Phantasm wails in pain from having to wield it.]

You must defeat us to fulfill your oath.

[[ OOC: We can go into as much detail as you like in the fight, or we can kind of do a few vague moves and then have Maedhros get through the Phantasm's guard and stab it. Whatever you're comfortable with. ^_^b ]]

[ Since he can't really be killed by usual methods, we'd need to figure something out or AU things a bit.

In terms of his canon, I believe Vanessa Ives could have killed him based on the fact that he genuinely loved her and my own headcanon reason is that would make him vulnerable to her alone. So we could also go that route, I'm open to characters other than just Vanessa for this if you'd like to figure out some doomed love cr to assume.

Alternatively, if you'd like him to kill/drain your character's blood to the point of death; I'm down for that too. ]

[Asta knows the end has come when the sky goes dark just after four in the afternoon.]

[The sun vanishes behind a layer of gloom. A sunny afternoon plunges into darkness, panic rippling across the world like the aftershocks of an earthquake. The news first is a bundle of panic, then one by one silence falls. She doesn't bother trying to call her family or friends; those in the know will already be prepared, and those who aren't won't understand what she has to tell them.]

[Three hunters arrive, but the gloom quickly leaves them isolated from one another. Asta hasn't seen or heard a noise from the rest of her team for the better part of ten minutes. Her flashlight barely cuts through the gloom; visibility has narrowed down to a mere few feet in all directions. The holster on her hip smacks against her leg with every other step. This is no place for a paralegal. And yet... and yet, there's no choice.]

[She pauses. Turns. Squints into the gloom like she's trying to force her eyes to see better.]

Hello? Frannie? -Who's there?

[ well. ]

[Feel free to pm to plot, canonmates or canon familiar preferred for this scenario. ]

[Killer or killed, either works.]

( voicetesting; open. )

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