Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20180220233042/@comment-3991308-20180225171450

"Is Godfather Death on the schedule?" Galen asked. He gave Sympathy a nod of acknowledgement. "Thank you in advance."

Good. Practised. Professional. This better be a solid, standard good first impression, he thought.

"It's nice to find someone with a decent degree of competency." Too blunt? Too harsh? Galen handwaved that self-assessment off.

He had already assessed everyone else in the group that had gathered. Cris had a great sense of style - Galen was actually quite jealous. He made a mental note to get himself some clothes with brighter colours. Being the next physician of Death didn't mean he had to be gloomy all day. Sympathy looked slick. Refined, with the air that she didn't care. Two Cupids... siblings? Excitable. Probably fun people.

"Galen Montbretia," he said, finally giving his name and introduction. "I'm the next physician in Godfather Death."

(That's the good thing about being highschool-aged, Galen thought. No one remembered fairytale scandals from a decade and a few years back. He could give the name of his tale freely and without compunction.)

Across the hall, he saw another student - one with a popsicle in her hand, and a whole bag off her arm. He straightened up from the slumped position he was in, and yelled from across, "hey!! Person with the ice-creams! Where did you get them?"