The vents rattled and banged as the bulky Foxy pushed himself through them, bending certain parts out of shape as he scraped through. It was unusual for Foxy to move through the vents, if for no other reason, as to not get stuck. The sounds we spaced, echoing through the pizzeria every few moments until the sound stopped. It was quiet for a moment, as the guards and janitor gathered their wits. A few screws rolled across the ground in the corridor leading to the prize corner. A vent cover fell from the wall and clattered onto the tile floor. two white orbs glared out from the darkness within the vent. Finally a rusty hook pierced the shadows and slammed onto the ground. Foxy Slowly emerged, pulling his upper body out of the vent and across the ground.
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Metal silently scraped together as Foxy drew closer to the cabinet doors, his worn left hand reaching upwards, his maw slowly creaking open. His fingers were steel and skeletal, the furry suit covering having worn away. They lightly scraped against the doors, pushing them closed and screeching as they did until suddenly the noise stopped. Without the small opening in the door, there was no telling what was going on outside. It was quiet for a moment. The very faint sound of a whispering voice gently echoed through a vent in the kitchen. The cabinet shook violently, toppling for a moment before falling forward and landing against the counter on it's doors. There was some rustling outside followed by the clatter of some pots and pans and then a rumbling in the vents. Then silence fell into the kitchen.
Death's Door
Blustering flames roared into existence, filling the scorched innards of a brick fireplace, casting a warm hue onto a dark and empty room. Sitting on a massive estate was a rather old castle that held many rooms, hallways, and on this particular evening, a host of demon possessed humans. Among the various rooms, bed, bath, or otherwise, was a rather dark study, lit only by the flickering glow of fresh flames lapping up the chimney. The room was empty and cold until it became filled with a ancient and chilling presence. An unseen force slowly turned a velvet and oak sofa chair sitting just in front of the fireplace toward a small mahogany coffee table. The same mysterious force began pouring a kettle of tea into a small porcelain teacup which also appeared out of nowhere. The tea set was clean and white, detailed with a silver trim and filled with a steaming auburn liquid.
Within this large manor, those that hosted demons inside themselves which had been invited and now searched for answers or what have you, found their rooms or conversed as it would seem. The culmination of these souls drew the wayward attention of an observant shadow. A shadow that now enjoyed its tea before the crackling flames that lit the room of the study. Despite the fire, the room did not grow any warmer. In fact the air was chilled like the inside of a fridge. A light coat of frost began to coat the doorknob that led to the study, and the hallway that led to it became cooled and a tense aura lingered in the air.
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May I rejoin? Was death from the old topic. Still have the sheet laying around if the spot is open.
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Death
"No one wants to die. No one has a choice."
Age - Unknown
Personality - After eons of observing humanity, Death has developed a rather gruesome and dark sense of humor. He spends most of his time as an observer, watching as history unfolds from a comfortable seat with a cup of tea. He enjoys fatty and unhealthy foods, though you could never tell it from his slender physique. For his very few times walking amongst the living, he tends to stay around well known restaurants, diners, or casinos. Having encountered the brave few who bargained for their lives with games of chance, Death has grown accustom the gambling and after centuries, is fairly good at it.
Witnessing so much time go by has caused Death to develop a minor superiority complex. This seems especially true toward the other deadly sins in their demon forms, as he seems to have some disdain toward them, viewing them as parasites or insects. Though Death is rumored to have a rather lethal temper, hes actually quite patient. Though it's unlikely anyone with knowledge of Death's rage is still of this world. In any situation, Death is well mannered and carries himself like a gentleman, though his attitude can sometimes portray him as rude, elitist, arrogant, and often nonchalant. Generally, to those who have been able to hold a conversation with him, Death is a friendly person. In spite of this, he isn't to be taken lightly.
Bio - "There has yet to be a worthy human." Says a nonchalant Death as he twiddles a teaspoon between gloved fingers. "I cannot simply fabricate a vessel. That's quite mundane."
Of the shadows that escaped Pandora's box, Death has yet to find what the others have; A human to host him. Without a host, he is unable to maintain any kind of physical form for very long. Instead he lives in between worlds, on the cusp of the mortal realm, switching between ethereal and material form and waiting for the proper soul to cross his path. Until then, he simply observes his other brothers and sisters as they find their bodies and orchestrate their actions.
Considering Deaths general negative attitude toward the demons of sin and disposition toward what he deems as inferior beings, he seems to have the intentions find a host in the body and mind of an already possessed human. One who has experienced death in their lives on multiple occasions, be it due to their inner demons, or simply fatal circumstances. Fortunately for the demons in question, Death cant take on a host without the permission of the human. And not many are willing to accept the pale rider into their being.
Human - TBR
Personality - After eons of observing humanity, Death has developed a rather gruesome and dark sense of humor. He spends most of his time as an observer, watching as history unfolds from a comfortable seat with a cup of tea. He enjoys fatty and unhealthy foods, though you could never tell it from his slender physique. For his very few times walking amongst the living, he tends to stay around well known restaurants, diners, or casinos. Having encountered the brave few who bargained for their lives with games of chance, Death has grown accustom the gambling and after centuries, is fairly good at it.
Witnessing so much time go by has caused Death to develop a minor superiority complex. This seems especially true toward the other deadly sins in their demon forms, as he seems to have some disdain toward them, viewing them as parasites or insects. Though Death is rumored to have a rather lethal temper, hes actually quite patient. Though it's unlikely anyone with knowledge of Death's rage is still of this world. In any situation, Death is well mannered and carries himself like a gentleman, though his attitude can sometimes portray him as rude, elitist, arrogant, and often nonchalant. Generally, to those who have been able to hold a conversation with him, Death is a friendly person. In spite of this, he isn't to be taken lightly.
Bio - "There has yet to be a worthy human." Says a nonchalant Death as he twiddles a teaspoon between gloved fingers. "I cannot simply fabricate a vessel. That's quite mundane."
Of the shadows that escaped Pandora's box, Death has yet to find what the others have; A human to host him. Without a host, he is unable to maintain any kind of physical form for very long. Instead he lives in between worlds, on the cusp of the mortal realm, switching between ethereal and material form and waiting for the proper soul to cross his path. Until then, he simply observes his other brothers and sisters as they find their bodies and orchestrate their actions.
Considering Deaths general negative attitude toward the demons of sin and disposition toward what he deems as inferior beings, he seems to have the intentions find a host in the body and mind of an already possessed human. One who has experienced death in their lives on multiple occasions, be it due to their inner demons, or simply fatal circumstances. Fortunately for the demons in question, Death cant take on a host without the permission of the human. And not many are willing to accept the pale rider into their being.
Human - TBR
Death
"As old as time, even older, and just as inevitable."
Age - Unknown
Personality - After eons of observing humanity, Death has developed a rather gruesome and dark sense of humor. He spends most of his time as an observer, watching as history unfolds from a comfortable seat with a cup of tea. He enjoys fatty and unhealthy foods, though you could never tell it from his slender physique. For his very few times walking amongst the living, he tends to stay around well known restaurants, diners, or casinos. Having encountered the brave few who bargained for their lives with games of chance, Death has grown accustom the gambling and after centuries, is fairly good at it. Witnessing so much time go by has caused Death to develop a minor superiority complex. This seems especially true toward the other deadly sins in their demon forms, as he seems to have some disdain toward them, viewing them as parasites or insects. Though Death is rumored to have a rather lethal temper, hes actually quite patient. Though it's unlikely anyone with knowledge of Death's rage is still of this world. In any situation, Death is well mannered and carries himself like a gentleman, though his attitude can sometimes portray him as rude, elitist, arrogant, and often nonchalant. Generally, to those who have been able to hold a conversation with him, Death is a friendly person. In spite of this, he isn't to be taken lightly.
Bio - "There has yet to be a worthy human." Says a nonchalant Death as he twiddles a teaspoon between his gloved fingers. "I cannot simply fabricate a vessel. That's quite mundane."
Of the shadows that escaped Pandora's box, Death has yet to find what the others have; A human to host him. Without a host, he is unable to maintain any kind of physical form for very long. Instead he lives in between worlds, Switching between ethereal and mortal form, waiting for the proper soul to cross his path. Until then, he simply observes his other brothers and sisters as they find their bodies and orchestrate their actions.
Considering Deaths general negative attitude toward the demons of sin and disposition toward what he deems as inferior beings, he seems to have the intentions find a host in the body and mind another, already possessed human. One who has experienced death in their lives on multiple occasions, be it due to their inner demons, or simply fatal circumstances. Fortunately for the demons in question, Death cant take on a host without their permission. And not many are willing to accept the pale rider into their being.
Human - TBR
Personality - After eons of observing humanity, Death has developed a rather gruesome and dark sense of humor. He spends most of his time as an observer, watching as history unfolds from a comfortable seat with a cup of tea. He enjoys fatty and unhealthy foods, though you could never tell it from his slender physique. For his very few times walking amongst the living, he tends to stay around well known restaurants, diners, or casinos. Having encountered the brave few who bargained for their lives with games of chance, Death has grown accustom the gambling and after centuries, is fairly good at it. Witnessing so much time go by has caused Death to develop a minor superiority complex. This seems especially true toward the other deadly sins in their demon forms, as he seems to have some disdain toward them, viewing them as parasites or insects. Though Death is rumored to have a rather lethal temper, hes actually quite patient. Though it's unlikely anyone with knowledge of Death's rage is still of this world. In any situation, Death is well mannered and carries himself like a gentleman, though his attitude can sometimes portray him as rude, elitist, arrogant, and often nonchalant. Generally, to those who have been able to hold a conversation with him, Death is a friendly person. In spite of this, he isn't to be taken lightly.
Bio - "There has yet to be a worthy human." Says a nonchalant Death as he twiddles a teaspoon between his gloved fingers. "I cannot simply fabricate a vessel. That's quite mundane."
Of the shadows that escaped Pandora's box, Death has yet to find what the others have; A human to host him. Without a host, he is unable to maintain any kind of physical form for very long. Instead he lives in between worlds, Switching between ethereal and mortal form, waiting for the proper soul to cross his path. Until then, he simply observes his other brothers and sisters as they find their bodies and orchestrate their actions.
Considering Deaths general negative attitude toward the demons of sin and disposition toward what he deems as inferior beings, he seems to have the intentions find a host in the body and mind another, already possessed human. One who has experienced death in their lives on multiple occasions, be it due to their inner demons, or simply fatal circumstances. Fortunately for the demons in question, Death cant take on a host without their permission. And not many are willing to accept the pale rider into their being.
Human - TBR
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