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An una-VOID-able meeting

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*Grell didn't have to go far to get to his next location. The place he needed to go, Cripplegate, was only a few blocks away. Grell groaned. Unsurprisingly, to him, Cripplegate lived up to its name. Another slum area like most of the other parts of East London, it was... cheerful. Grell didn't exactly like working in the slums. He had protested to Will many times that he would get their filth on him. Will however would just give his normal stare and state yet again that most people die in those places so he can't afford one reaper straying off. Sometimes if Will was in a friendlier mood -almost never- he would add on; "besides, you're not much help anyway so you'd screw up any important jobs." It was in these moods that Grell would pester him the most, in hopes that he could have permission to skip a job to see Bassy. And usually at the end of these conversations, Grell would just end up with annoying William back to his normal, emo mood, and a whole load more jobs being put on his shoulders. He would never really do these extra jobs though. He wasn't going to work overtime and miss out with trying to get his favourite demon to fall for him. Not a chance in hell. It would take other members of the GRDA to come after him and make sure he stays on track but in reality they all had their own jobs too because the reapers for London were a short supply. It was so unfair! Why did /he/ have to do all this work and then get overtime!? Going on strike didn't even work at the GRDA. They'd just give Grell paperwork and take away his death scythe until he'd finished it all, like confiscating a toy from a child. All this procrastinating, Grell didn't realise that he had already reached the second death's destination. He glanced at his watch -all reapers required a watch to see when deaths would be, if you didn't have it then you would have to work with another reaper who did or estimate times- and sighed. He would have to wait a few minutes until this one came.*

An una-VOID-able meeting

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*Grell is not the fastest reaper when it comes to completing work, but today he's feeling lively. He's excited that he's going to see Bassy, more so because he officially has an excuse to. The demon might not push him away today if they hear what he says. Maybe that Phantomhive mightn't give him his usual disgusted glare either, he might even order the demon to stay with him! Well... Maybe not that much. All these thrilling thoughts were distracting him from his work. He quickly collects his composure and focus on the record that he's nearly tearing apart from his ecstasy. He couldn't risk doing something bad today. He needed his work done and out of the way without Will taking him back to the GRDA to fill out paperwork for violating the health and safety regime, or the heaps of paperwork for losing or destroying a soul. He grumbled, not even like they need a health part, they're all dead already after all. Dead as a doornail. Though, apparently the GRDA doesn't like to have to put up with reapers MIA, wounded or sick. Yes, after death illnesses were a thing. More than often Grell himself would have to fill out this paperwork after falling most ungracefully from a building or after being beaten up by another reaper or demon. Then there have been the times where he's been sick and refused any help. It wasn't his fault that they gave, or rather tried to give, him pills for it. The pills looked too similar to what he was given before death and he didn't trust them. He scribed the information needed on the mans death into the book which tells him about a person and where to find them dead, then slams the book shut after reading the next destination. According to today's deaths, he would be able to have a break after a couple more.*

An una-VOID-able meeting

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Grell: I bet Bassi knows what I'm talking about. Bassi knows everything! Come on Venny, we'll get work over with quickly. Then you can go back to your dimension instead of having to hang out with me and Sebby.

Venator: Thank Thor...

Grell: Hey! I'm not that bad!

An una-VOID-able meeting

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*And this certain reaper is Grell~ Grell Sutcliff to be exact. Their past is rough, mostly before they commit suicide, and they're not one to talk about it with many. But still, as long as they continue walking on and doing their job nobody really asks them what happened anyway. A hundred years and going, this reaper won't be stopping their duties any time soon. Except maybe for Sebastian Michaeles, their favourite demon.*

*As for the shadow, they're Venator; or Hunter if you translate the Latin name. It's strange. Shadows have nearly always had Latin names until recently. It runs as a sort of tradition. What is a shadow? Shadows are like guardian angels, except minus the angel bit. They share a soul with a human or other creature and in return the shadow protects them. Emotions and feeling in exchange for protection, seems fair enough. Though sometimes it can be annoying. As soon as one of them gets hurt, the other is quick to also be hurt in the same place. Depending on how strong your relationship is, if one has strong emotions or gets sick then the other is likely to follow. Venator, being very close to his Soul-friend, has to cringe every time he feels their love for a certain demon.*

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*Grell continues to walk on, he's heading to the next death which should be a couple of blocks ahead. The alleyways just provide him with short cuts.*

Grell: It's not even normal deja-vu either. I feel like one of those others. Like the ones that were in the lab because they said they saw the past, present and future all at once. It's starting to freak me out a little. You know, -turn left ten paces away- like freak me out a lot...

*The shadow nearly walks into the wall before they stop and turn left to proceed. At the same time they nod.*

An una-VOID-able meeting

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*Grell is off on the streets of London in no time. The shadow from before following from the alleys he has to travel through in order to do his job. He ponders if he should stop by to see the Undertaker, his second favourite one he has an interest in. Being a reaper isn't the most rewarding or pleasant job, or to others at least, working in London makes it worse. There are so many homeless, mostly children. A majority of the people he has to reap are children in fact. Seeing as the life expectancy can be as low as 29 years in some parts of London and poverty is high, most of the ones he reaps are young in any case. As he passes another child, tucked away in an alley with hair similar to his own, he gives them a sideways glance. The child doesn't look back. They probably cannot see him, after all what good would a reaper be if everyone could see him. He continues with his duties.*

Grell: Do you ever feel like... You're forgetting something big? Probably a chore or something... I'm getting a good dos- a lot of deja-vu today.

*He corrects himself at realising that the word "dose" reminds him too much of a medicinal use. An agreeing hum is heard from the shadows.*