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[reapoman]

Who: Anzen + visitors (I see you, Sherlock Holmes)
When: Post-game
Where: The Anzen dorm!
What: Definitely not having a nervous breakdown.
Warnings: We're all haunted as fuck so idk maybe some spider mentions.

[ Hey we are all here and some of us are adjusting to the idea of ghosts being real! How's that going? ]

Comments

[ordimame]

Not in the slightest. But you could make it your color, if you want!

[reapoman]

I have an image to maintain, and sky blue doesn't quite fit.

[ordimame]

[an image, huh. . .]

Is your boss really that strict about your dress code?

[reapoman]

Black is kind of the uniform of choice for a reaper.

[ordimame]

I guess. . .

. . . how did you become a— uh. Grim reaper, anyway? Is that the kind of thing you're born into?

[reapoman]

I was human, once. I think all of us were. As for how I got the job... it's a long story. Let's just say I'm paying off a debt and leave it at that.

[ordimame]

[. . . ah. the way his brows furrow makes it clear he wants to ask, but. . . he knows better]

It sounds tough. . . going from being human to--

[something decidedly. . . not, and everything that goes with it]

It sounds like the universe hasn't exactly been kind to you.

[reapoman]

[ Gotta rank up that social link, Mr. Bean. ]

It hasn't. But the way I see it, my mess is my problem. The souls in my charge deserve some sort of kindness at the end, so I just do my best.

[ordimame]

[he is not a jrpg protagonist what is a social link]

Souls in your charge. . . [. . .] What do you do with them, after you take them into your care?

[is this some kind of forbidden knowledge?? humans aren't supposed to know what happens after death, and yet. .. ]

[reapoman]

[ He figures it's fine. Usually he would keep his identity under wraps, but all bets are off in this place. ]

That depends on the soul. Pick an afterlife, I promise you it exists.

[ordimame]

Reincarnation?

[is that an afterlife??]

[reapoman]

Sure. I take people to their next life all the time.

[ordimame]

[!!!]

What happens when you let them go? Is there. . . like. Fanfare, or. . .?

[is he imagining confetti. banners that say "WELCOME TO UR NEW LIFE." cake, maybe??]