Life is a Beach

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a private roleplay between LoneDigger and gin

 

 

LIFE IS A BEACH

 

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Death God / Shinigami / Hades / Thanatos

/ Anubis / probably ‘Azrael’ at some point

--- whatever.

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what are we nine?

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_{POSITION :}

held balance or some stunt like that

_{ADDRESS :}

this is stalkerish.

_PURPOSE:

 

VACATION.

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Disaster. One would tell him at some point that going on a vacation with his usual garb, ‘that’ get-up that made his scythe gleam beneath the sunlight.

 

Yes that one.

 

“ARGHHHHH OH MY GOD I AM GOING TO HELL!!!!!” One man who caught sight of him shrieked as he swam further from him. Which was stupid since Death’s standing in the shoreline which was solid and promise life for a being created to walk the earth. Two children stared at him with wonder, parenting weren’t done right for the both since they didn’t even recognized him.

 

Dumb humans.

 

Two, the area that he’d chosen happened to be tiny bit crowded, crowded enough that if he sneeze he might accidentally pull their souls inside him. Delicious.

 

With a wits of someone who just came from an imaginary slumber, Death kicked the sand castle out of smite, maybe he wanted these human’s to suffer sans taking their souls.

 

One couldn’t tell from his skull face that the Death God was not amused. When was the last time he and amused were in the same sentence anyways?

 

“Come back here! I am not skinny dipping for you fucker!”

He shouted with a playful voice which made the man swam towards the shore unwillingly, his wits finally caught up with him.

 

Damn such a waste. Thought he’d die and Death would have a ‘real’ snack.

 

Three, with a snap of his fingers black smoke rose from his feet and engulfed him completely. The smoke trapped sunlight all over it as it spread at the beach front, its tendrils covering the azure waters into a cesspool of void. Before the people had the decadence to panic, it’s as if they’d saw no black smoke that came from hell itself. In fact, they just resumed to what they’re doing. The panicked man grumbled to himself as he didn’t know what came over him as to why he returned at the seashore, like a man who often peek in a refrigerator to find out that he didn’t need something inside it.

 

The only proof that Death was there in the scene was the sorrowful wail of two children who stared at their ruined sand castle, blaming the tides that didn’t hurt no sand at all.

 

 

 

 

With a black slippers, black jogging pants, black jacket, black glasses and black scarf, then again one couldn’t tell what Death’s favorite color was.

 

The angel hauled the cooler and other beach paraphernalia towards a lone shade of a coconut tree. Even death himself could admit, that he’s not the robust angel out there. In fact he was the idlest, lazy enough to use all of his power to create Reapers, not replication of himself but more like ghouls, to do his job. God was another feat entirely, as a 10th Dimensional being, he can do everything, from listening to every humans’ prayers down to creating another morbid being. Yes his father was powerful, unlike him who’d just rather chose to stay idle than roam tirelessly over the earth at Godspeed and cut souls away from their body.

 

He’s smarter than that, not like he’d smite his Father, he loved him contrary to popular belief. He might be trouble with a capital ‘T’ but he was sure he’d like the old man for simply creating him and his siblings. Their family might be dysfunctional in the eyes of many, blame that prodigal son, Samael for causing such, but Death cherished them.

 

Michael and Gabriel might be battling for Old man’s attention, Samael on his still ‘rebellious phase’ after how many centuries for fucks sake. Azrael? Well he’d be the one in the family who’d grab a popcorn and watch how the shitshow run down its course.

 

Everything is either an entertainment to him, a whole variety were he’s allowed just to watch without an ounce of paying.

 

What a novelty. He yawns jadedly as he grab a beer inside the cooler. He might be 100% skeletal structure but he still had the decency to raise a magic not to spill the liquor the moment it entered his jaws. The act of drinking a liquor was like feeling a breeze on his non-existent skin. He just simply shrugged himself as he stared at the skyline that met the horizon.

 

“It’s a beautiful world, old man.”

He held the beer high and made an imaginary toast through the air.

 

For someone who does not even look like an ounce working his bones off, literally, Death deserved a vacation like everyone who’s working overtime during a Friday evening. Actually, he’s a gold medalist for a model employee of the month for pouring an inconsiderable amount of magic to raise Reapers and spread them all throughout the world because death awaits no one.

 

No one. And he's only the one thing available and fitted for such job description--skills and all.

 

Call him a CEO, in his own Death Co., he nodded to himself as if trying to convince that he was the most deserving being to have vacation.

 

A couple of girls passed in his peripheral, not that they noticed him, as his empty sockets raked them with scrutiny. Scratch scrutiny, as he stared at the huge bosom jiggling like sinners on a death cauldron. The being wondered what it felt like having trapped himself in-between it and asphyxiate, not that he’ll die anyways but the high is completely there.

 

Kinky motherfuckr.

 

 

 

He was on his last drop before he threw the can away, gave up on the idea of getting drunk and stared at something ‘worth his attention.’

 

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[LoneDigger]

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

 

And standing right there was the lifeguard himself. The complimentary red swim shorts, bronze skin and wind swept dark wavy hair that was naturally highlighted by excessive sun exposure. Nineteen years old and his first real summer job, so everything was taken with an obnoxious amount of seriousness and dedication, the reality of working a dead end job just to waste his summer vacation to nothing hadn't hit the naive young man yet. He was fully ready to be the fun police of the beach. There would be no drownings or shenanigans on his watch. No, sir.

 

"You're scaring the children. This is a family friendly place and you're not exactly..."

 

Did he even have to say it? The guy was fucking weird. What was with the skeleton costume and black clothing? He was probably part of a cult and Cain wouldn't have been surprised to get some nasty surprise delivered to his doorstep for confronting a highly potential satanist, like a sawed off black cat's head or some freaky shit.

Despite that likely-hood, he wasn't going to back down. This was his beach to protect and no one could ruin that for everyone else.

 

"...Do you understand?"

 

Only it seemed that the strange guy wasn't listening to his words, instead he was staring at some chicks. Little did Cain realize that the entire time he had been lecturing the stranger he had been fantasizing about motorboarding them. Sick.

When the can was discarded, that only added to Cain's annoyance.

 

"Can't you read? The sign says no alcohol and no littering."

 

The lifeguard bent over to pick up the can and hand it back over to the stranger so that he could learn a lesson in decency or something like that.

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He’d noticed the lifeguard the moment ‘the human’ approached him but he didn’t had it in his heart, if he had any, to listen to the kid. Who was he to disrupt Death in his one of a life time vacation? And a human to boot. It’s like a speck of dust trying to pierce the tire of a speeding car.

 

The poor guy was still standing beside him as he leisurely raked the girls with a hum of appreciation. In good conscience, when Death turned his skull towards the annoying lifeguard his jaw completely slacken behind the mask. Did God managed to create beautiful humans this century or in this particular area only? An angels appreciation of genders cannot be measured by Humanity's standards. The concept of straight and gays does not apply to them since they'd always appreciated God's creation in whatever form it was presented. There were preferences here and there but Death had not mind genders at all, it was not a big thing for him. Not that he'd defile his father's creation. That's like fucking an inanimate object created from a Toy factory, still he's willing to appreciate. He nodded to himself as if trying to appease the thoughts and then the took another step nearer and saw him.

 

Saw him.

 

Like that could possibly happen. He’d cast a magic an hour ago, strong and potent enough so that humans couldn’t see an ounce of him. It’s a blunder how the lifeguard managed to escape his magic.

 

It’s impossible.

 

Beneath the huge black Ray-bans, an eye slowly formed, unseeing gold orbs fluttered behind the patched up eyelids. It could’ve gleam during night time but Death was glad it was daytime or else the poor human would be alarmed seeing glowing eyeballs. Alarmed enough to see that he's really hundred percent skeletal and not dressed up for Halloweens.

 

His eyes unseeingly raked over the human’s body as gold Enochian writing slowly appeared all over the lifeguard.

 

“I can’t see your name---wait.”

He stopped as an unknown emotion slowly filtered out from him.

“I can’t see your Death.”

 

Panic.

 

That’s what it sets the Archangel to completely give his attention to the human. He’d ferried countless souls to heaven, hell and purgatory. The reapers might be doing the job but they were connected to him, an extention---a part of his soul. Not once he’d seen a soul with no mark.

 

No once escapes death.

 

No one.

 

"Can't you read? The sign says no alcohol and no littering." As if to pull him from his strange thoughts, Death managed to shrug the anomaly.

 

Covering it up with a cool wave of a hand. For now, he’s on the high of a vacation, it might just be a factory defect or something. Old man sometimes creates beings with defect just to see how it affect the space around it.

 

He’d never question the unknown.

 

Last time someone questioned it, 'they'd' been banished to Hell.

 

“I can read but that does not mean I’ll oblige.”

His voice carried an air of superiority as if it was incredulous to follow Human law.

 

 

 

Well then, humor me human.

[LoneDigger]

"Can't see it? Well--"

 

Cain suddenly glanced down at his lanyard, and of course his name card was flipped the wrong way so he fixed it so that the strange man could see his ID number and name, along with some other basic information about the lifeguard station or something. Nothing really important.

 

"Can't see my Death? Is that a threat?"

 

The young man hummed, it was unsettling to say the least this whole encounter. But he knew that if you showed fear it only gave them more strength so he tried to remain calm and authoritarian. Though this whole thing made the incident with the drunk teenagers and the guy whole stepped on an urchin seem like nothing at all.

Goths simply didn't hang out on beaches, dark clothes and layers just didn't work well in the harsh sunlight and warmth.

 

"Then you can leave. Good day, sir."

 

Cain stood there, just waiting for the stranger to pack up his things and let the beach go back to it's usual ways.

Meanwhile another beach goer, had found it strange that the lifeguard instead of watching the water seemed to be talking to a coconut tree. Maybe he was high on something? Damn kids.

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Are humans all dumb?

 

Death managed to shake his head disappointedly as, his jaw clacking underneath the mask. There’s no need to correct the guy and let him ruin the fun of not revealing himself. It’s better to not inform him than have the guy react in the same manner as the one who was about to drown. The guy in front of him could go places with his naiveté way of life.

 

“Wait why do I get to leave?”

Death wanted to rattle the human’s cage as he smoothly stood at his imposing height.

 

“Did the beach had a proper wearing attire? If so then I am not certainly informed.” His voice muffled by the mask as his bobbing jaw covered by the fluffy black scarf. He might not have the classic sass of Samael but he can hold a conversation down if needed.

 

Death thought if the human kept talking to him, then he’s not the being that’ll be booted out from the beach. The human didn’t even know that he’s talking by himself in the eyes of the crowd.

 

The both stood at an impasse, not budging one bit. With a motion of gloved hand towards the air, Death resumed at sitting back comfortably. He even crossed his long legs at the long chair for further emphasis.

It’s amusing how troubled the human was, he needed to see the poor kid snap.

 

What would he look like??

 

Will he ugly enough? Or will he look redder than his tan lines?

 

There’s one way to figure it all out.

[LoneDigger]

"I want you to take a good look around us... Go on."

 

He paused, giving the other enough time to do so. But then since he was wearing the dark shades he couldn't tell if the other's eyes had scanned the beach or not so he decided to explain.

 

"Funny how I don't see anyone else wearing layers upon layers of black clothing. I mean, thank God that old guy over there for covering up with a t shirt at least, but aren't you being a bit too modest?"

 

Maybe the guy was anorexic, or just really ugly. It seemed either was a likely option, so why come to the beach? Well, Cain did want to believe that these places existed for everyone to enjoy, but some weirdos just had to come along and ruin it.

But instead of getting angry like Death might have hoped the young man just stayed matter of fact, if not a bit condescending by now from his last remarks. If the other wanted to be a smart ass, then he'd shoot that attitude right back in his face until he yielded.

 

But then the lifeguard heard someone yelling for him, and he looked down at the strange man and spoke.

 

"I have more important things to do, but I'm watching you.... Enjoy the beach~"

 

He finished pleasantly after seeming to almost threaten him, running off to answer to whoever had called. It was one of the other lifeguards, a slightly older male who had been working here more Summers, he cuffed Cain over the head and called him something along the lines of being told to get his shit together and do his job instead of playing pretend with coconut trees when there were potential children drowning.