Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26414442-20150511062128

Airmid flinched when Jane directed a pistol at her forehead. She knew she couldn't die – not yet anyway, her foster-dad would simply be all "Airmid, what the hell did you get yourself into this time" and remind her to "be a little less reckless" and send her back with the living so she could actually get her job as the physician of Death done. Any physical harm towards her still– excuse the pun– triggered a reaction, though. Human nature, obviously. Plus, she had never needed to be revived by her father, and didn't want to know how it was like.

"While I'm sure hanging out with the current Enjorlas and Grantaine would be fun," she said to Jane, "I only skip days of school for more educational reasons." By this, she meant sneaking out to hardcore metal music festivals, but no one else needed to know that. The faculty didn't, Death knew but she did well enough in school that it didn't bother him. The Barricade Boys or Les Amis or whoever they were did sound like Airy's gang of people though. They were people with strong morals and an urge to change society, or people's perspective. She wanted to be that sort of person. If only she had the social and rhetoric skills for it, though.

Icarus Juniper blinked slowly at Jane's rather detailed description of her death. "That's really edgy," he said, unusually lost for words. "And this is coming from a guy in the Juniper Tree." Her description certainly made death-by-filicide seem a lot more tolerable, at the least.