One More Time With Feeling (Private)

[fushiis]

How terrible it is to love something that death can touch. Unknown

A ROLEPLAY BETWEEN @fushiis AND @Shatter Glass

{ In which a stranger wakes up with no recollection of their past, whatsoever.


With the help of a strange, and seemingly immortal man, they are tasked to


"save" a certain number of people from their "death", if they wished to

receive the ticket to either heaven, or hell. }
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[fushiis]

The numbers are on the rise, yet again. A dark haired male was hunched over a desk, neatly writing a list of names onto a black notebook. The kind of work that he did were not paperwork or reports. Names listed on the notebook were people who died, and were sorted out into either heaven or hell. While it seemed to be the work a grim reaper is meant to do, it was not. Even the man himself was not entirely shinigami. Just a coincidence that the gods have forsaken him and chose a boring job as his divine punishment. One could refer to him as the gatekeeper, charon, a guardian. He liked to call himself a dreamweaver, just because he thought it sounded cool, and often introduced himself as such. Though technically, he was to referred to as a "ticketer". A title that was more of an insult, really.


However once in every few years, he'd always be given a little extra work. This consisted of having to deal with another person, which he did not like. "It's about time", he mutters quietly, tucking his pocket watch away. The man waits patiently, eyes flitting around the room, for any moment now the person he was to handle would come.


@Shatter Glass