26 August 2012
"How dare you" The woman's words bit like a steel knife, and Allison cringed, even though they were not directed towards her. The cloaked man seemed unaffected, however. "Is that a question, 'How Dare You?' or a statement, Mira?" She glared at him, and yanked her dark hood over her wild hair. "I havent time to brush words with you, Grim. I keep busy collecting my souls, unlike some Reapers" she glared at him, and a scythe appeared in her hand. "Have fun with your Living captive, though I'm sure Yahweh won't like it when he finds out you've messed the poor girl's status up, but do enjoy her while she is here" she huffed, and vanished in a curtain of rolling smoke. The eyes of the other three people turned to Allison, and she felt light headed again. "You did make a rather bungled mess, Grim. But Mira shouldn't have spoken that way to you" the soft spoken, pretty one piped. Grim nodded, and gripped his own scythe tighter. "I must go, for now. Watch her, and comfort her, will you Gwen?" The pretty one, Gwen, frowned a bit before brightening up into another smile "Of course, me and Orja" she gestured to the huge brute with crossed arms who was regarding Allison with a steady, unnerving gaze, "Will explain everything to her! I'll just have a doubled soul count tomorrow. But it will be good to take a break" Grim nodded, and strode away until he slowly disappeared in the darkness that surrounded the single spot of light in which Allison sat. "Sorry for the darkness" Gwen smiled apologetically "We reapers aren't much for bright lights and colors" Allison swallowed hard and gripped the old fashioned sofa chair she had woken up on "Reapers?" Gwen laughed, "Oh yes! Ya know 'The Grim Reaper'? Big scary skull man? Handles a scythe? Reaps souls? Yeah. That would be Grim. He is the original Reaper. Me, Mira and Orja are just helpful additions" Allison felt her head swim, "Reapers?" Orja grunted, "Of all the Living to take here, Grim had to bring a simpleton" Gwen frowned and swatted at him, "That wasn't nice" Turning to Allison, her expression melted into a mothering gaze, "You poor dear. Probably so confused, and bewildered, and disorientated, and-" "Those words all mean the same thing, Gwen" Orja interrupted. Again, his remark earned a swat. "And so entirely scared!" Gwen sighed, and looked down at the floor, light blond hair falling on the sides of her face. A few moments passed before she looked up with a determined glint in her baby blue eyes, "But it's my job to comfort the frightened, and to leave you terrified would only be a breach of duty. Sit tight love, I'm going to tell you all about us".
(NOTE: For practical purposes, I will NOT be posting all of 'Dance' on here. But I shall be posting favorite snippets, and darling scenes that come to me. ;-) Enjoy, Comment, Love).
A Reaper's Duty (snippet To 'Dance') • Opuss № I