Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27461238-20151012234458/@comment-3991308-20151019011230

"Godfather Death, indeed!" The Reaper grinned. Just because one reaped souls never meant losing any potential allies. "That's not my real name, of course. Call it a title, if you will. Am I allowed to give out my real name? I don't even know! The ultimate downfall of this job – Thanatos never gives out proper instructions!"

"So, Neptune, you're the Little Mermaid's godfather, am I right? What is it like? Benefactor-ing one of the most influential tales of our tale?"

Meanwhile, his godchild was still at the stand, turning around the phone in her hand over and over. She had a few people come over, and Airmid got the chance to talk about the importance of the physician leading the future medical industry, the Hippocrates-styled oath Godfather Death made all physicians swore upon, and that her godfather wasn't actually Death himself, but rather than ordinary Reaper who's assigned job was actually to reap souls of people dying from health-related issues.

"Technically everyone dies from health-related issues," she said. "But he probably specialises in bacterial or viral infections that impact the immune system."

There were the odd middle-aged person who looked at her scornfully to have her phone on hand all the time, and Airmid did her best to ignore those. People who mocked her coping methods  or thought of technology as harmful to the fairytale world or teenagers or whatever reasoning their pretentious minds fabricated didn't deserve her time of day, she reckoned.

But what did deserve her time of day? All the other stands. And here she was, couped up here because there were only two people in her destiny, and the other was writing to talk to a god.

"Can somebody just kill me already?" she yelled, indignant, and slammed the ball of her wrist into the table. A few candles shifted, and some went out. Airmid rubbed her wrist and looked back upwards.

That was when she realised that she might have yelled a little too loudly.