Post by Joshua on Jun 7, 2012 8:01:38 GMT -5
They were in the alley and then. Then he didn't know where they were. On some rooftop somewhere. As last time, for one startling instant Joshua could not remember. He looked at the reaper and an instinctual fear slithered into his already nauseous belly, and he felt himself shaking. No. He couldn't die yet, he couldn't die not knowing. He couldn't go now, not under these circumstances, not in the wrong place and he couldn't remember. There was something he had to remember. He scrambled to recall what it was or who it was, and the rooftop seemed to pitch under his feet like the deck of a ship. Then as quickly as it'd come the moment passed, and he realized that he was Joshua, he was himself, and that skeleton figure was the reaper, off duty. And even if the reaper did for some reason decide to kill him, was that such a bad thing? No, not really. Not bad at all. He folded one of his arms over his quivering tummy, trying to keep the bile from rising up, and smiled. The expression probably looked sallow, but he smiled all the same.
"M?" he asked, tasting the name. Hmm. It felt like an abbreviation. Like it was short for something, a nickname! Like for, uh. Massachusetts. Yes, exactly! Massachusetts was a great name for a reaper, wasn't it? It really was; he'd never thought about it before, but it really and truly was. Massachusetts! Joshua accepted the little black card with the white skull and the 'M' --or was it Morgan or Murgatroyd, or maybe Milkshake or Mr. Magorium-- almost in puzzlement. Give him a call. On the telephone? He hadn't used one of those in a such long time, in fact he'd almost forgotten about them. It wasn't like he had people to call. But, wait; now he did! What a novice idea! They could be like pen pals. But. But with phones. Yeah!
"Regrettably, M," he said, Micky Mouse or Mincemeat or Magic-Pants, "I do not have a card to exchange. Or a phone number, for that matter." He wondered if he should get one of them, a cellphone. Was there anything redeeming about the little plastic things? There had to be something good about them. He supposed texting while driving could be fun. Except he didn't know how to drive. Even better! "Honestly, I haven't given anyone anything in a long time." Joshua rubbed a hand through his hair. He probably didn't have anything worth giving. Though he was fond of gum wrappers, so perhaps those? "Let's see, what can I give you--?" He paused, hand on his head, and then exclaimed, "That's it, M! Would you like any of this?" He tugged on a piece of his hair. "I'm sure there's something useful you can do with it. I hear hair is very valuable nowadays. Just ask anyone sorcerous, or wizardly. I bet you could use it to summon me, or control my every action! Sounds like a fair deal, right? Except I don't have a baggie to put it in, seal in the freshness." For a moment he tapped his foot as if that were a big problem, and then he brightened. "I've got it! We can go to the store. Unless you just want me to cut off a chunk now so you can be on your merry way. I've got a pocket knife handy." Merry. Hmm. Merry the reaper. Marry the reaper. Sounded like a command. He grinned. "But then again, perhaps you'd like something else? Human hair really isn't the most stylish thing to carry around in your pockets. Perhaps you'd like a gum wrapper or two? I'm sure they still smell minty fresh."
((Jeez, a hook? Ouch. And don't worry about the time. ^^ ))
"M?" he asked, tasting the name. Hmm. It felt like an abbreviation. Like it was short for something, a nickname! Like for, uh. Massachusetts. Yes, exactly! Massachusetts was a great name for a reaper, wasn't it? It really was; he'd never thought about it before, but it really and truly was. Massachusetts! Joshua accepted the little black card with the white skull and the 'M' --or was it Morgan or Murgatroyd, or maybe Milkshake or Mr. Magorium-- almost in puzzlement. Give him a call. On the telephone? He hadn't used one of those in a such long time, in fact he'd almost forgotten about them. It wasn't like he had people to call. But, wait; now he did! What a novice idea! They could be like pen pals. But. But with phones. Yeah!
"Regrettably, M," he said, Micky Mouse or Mincemeat or Magic-Pants, "I do not have a card to exchange. Or a phone number, for that matter." He wondered if he should get one of them, a cellphone. Was there anything redeeming about the little plastic things? There had to be something good about them. He supposed texting while driving could be fun. Except he didn't know how to drive. Even better! "Honestly, I haven't given anyone anything in a long time." Joshua rubbed a hand through his hair. He probably didn't have anything worth giving. Though he was fond of gum wrappers, so perhaps those? "Let's see, what can I give you--?" He paused, hand on his head, and then exclaimed, "That's it, M! Would you like any of this?" He tugged on a piece of his hair. "I'm sure there's something useful you can do with it. I hear hair is very valuable nowadays. Just ask anyone sorcerous, or wizardly. I bet you could use it to summon me, or control my every action! Sounds like a fair deal, right? Except I don't have a baggie to put it in, seal in the freshness." For a moment he tapped his foot as if that were a big problem, and then he brightened. "I've got it! We can go to the store. Unless you just want me to cut off a chunk now so you can be on your merry way. I've got a pocket knife handy." Merry. Hmm. Merry the reaper. Marry the reaper. Sounded like a command. He grinned. "But then again, perhaps you'd like something else? Human hair really isn't the most stylish thing to carry around in your pockets. Perhaps you'd like a gum wrapper or two? I'm sure they still smell minty fresh."
((Jeez, a hook? Ouch. And don't worry about the time. ^^ ))
