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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.*

An una-VOID-able meeting

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*Grell is almost instantly in William's office. He enthusiastically knocks the door until he's let in.*

Grell: Wiiiiiill~! Will you be accompanying me today? Where do I need to go? Come on! Hurry, hurry! I need to finish my jobs early! Are you coming or not?!

*William, having woken up at the break of day, sighs and stares at Grell stoically. He glances back to his paper work.*

William: Absolutely not. Get to work. And if I hear that you have allied yourself with a mortal being and are killing those who are not ready to die yet, again, I will personally confiscate your "modified death scythe" and take your freedom with it.

*The red dressed reaper rolls his eyes dramatically at this and waves his hand defiantly as he strolls back out the room.*

Grell: Suit yourself. I have work to do and a demon to catch~

An una-VOID-able meeting

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Grell is moderately confused. She sits up in his blood red bed, looking around at his room with the matching devilish theme. Oh, how she would love a devil of his own~ Bassy would fall for him one day~! Or... Who was it again... She knew she was fond of them... How could she not identify who they were? She never forgot about who she liked!! She groaned in frustration, her lip curling in just as much annoyance before she stood up and searched about for the outfit she was most certainly passionate about. Even the coat from that wretched mortal that betrayed her for Bassy's plain, boring master. Why couldn't /she/ be Bassy's master!? She fantasied as she got herself dressed, a stray shadow sitting atop her wardrobe watched like a guard dog. Though, something seemed on edge about this particular shadow, as if they were confused and wary.