counting bodies like sheep;

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[so here's a Roxas, floating in the air aimlessly, but he's upside down, watching all the other inhabitants. He opens his mouth and starts to sing in that low, sickeningly sweet voice that seems to draw a person in. Listen long enough and you might be under a little trance]
I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from
A will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices son
They're one and the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself

[ooc; I've had this song stuck in my head all day stfu :l]

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[hums low in his throat, a welcoming note as he just watches the other. Through the humming, there seems to be a voice saying Come here, little human thing]

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[he fades away, reappearing right in front of him]

Hello, little human.

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[encouraging]

Are you alone here. No one from your own world?

[a hand sweeps against his cheek]

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How sad. Don't you want to see all those have passed away? I can tell that you miss them. Though I do not know you, I can see them in your eyes. All those memories.

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Than perhaps you need to go to a place where you won't ever have to remember the bad things you did to them ever again.

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You don't have to. There are many places you can go.

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I can take you there.

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It depends.

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What you want to see, and what bad things you've actually done. But I can assure you, if you come with me, I can take you to a place that doesn't judge you on what you've done.

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I can help you forget, though.

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If they know the person who has that power. And I do.

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Who are you, how can you do that? What are the consequences?

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Anything else?

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Nothing. Nothing at all. It is my job.

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Take you away. All you have to do is one little thing.

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It's hardly the selling of a soul. That would mean you keep your soul for a certain amount of time. No, all that is required is your death. I am a reaper.

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I suppose so, yes.

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As I said, it depends.

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Those who are good go to Heaven. But that is a rare case. Most end up becoming reapers themselves.

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Hmmm, nope, it doesn't. And that's why I love your kind of people.

[he practically purrs this]

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The ones with no chance of Heaven because they unwittingly sinned. Makes my job much easier.

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...

[following him, eyes glazed over]

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[follows, more curious than anything else]

Are you a Siren? You're far different than any others I'd encountered, but.

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[through his singing, there is a voice, whispering Not a Siren. A Reaper]

[yieldingly.livejournal.com]

[comes up to him, watching intently]

A "Reaper"?