A/N: HOOHOOHOO!
Chapter 9
"Holy crap," Grey said calmly.
INDEED, Death replied, watching her closely.
She winced. "So I'm dead, then?" she asked, fear and disappointment playing across her features.
IT APPEARS SO, Death said slowly, patting his robe as if looking for something.
"I know I'm not supposed to ask what happens next," Grey said forlornly.
IT'S NOT EXACTLY AGAINST THE RULES, Death said, circling around her.
"Oh... okay. Um... so what happens next?"
ER... Death picked up her left leg and stared at her ankle. I'M NOT REALLY SURE. ESPECIALLY IN YOUR CASE.
Grey wriggled in his frigid fingers. "What do you mean, in my case?!" she said incredulously.
LOOK. SEE? EMOTIONS. DEAD PEOPLE DON'T HAVE EMOTIONS. IT"S BECAUSE OF-
"Glands," Grey said, taking her ankle back. "Yes, I know. And I don't HAVE any."
ACTUALLY, IT APPEARS THAT YOU DO, Death said, glaring at his scythe.
Grey stared dumbly at him. "Sorry?" she managed after a moment. "But I'm DEAD. No GLANDS. Comes from not living in a body. Comes from not living at all, actually."
YOU SEEM TO HAVE A BODY -SOMEWHERE-, Death replied. His scythe vanished.
"Somewhere?"
OH YES.
Grey stared at him. "How do you know?"
YOU DON'T HAVE A LIFETIMER, Death said. THE SCYTHE WON'T CUT YOUR LIFELINE. YOUR LIFELINE IS SUPPOSED TO BE BLUE, AND IT'S RED. ALSO, IT'S SPINNING OFF IN THE WRONG DIRECTION. THE WORLD OF THE DISCWORLD LIVING IS- he pointed in the opposite direction- THAT WAY.
Grey paused. "Okay," she said. "Then what's in the other direction?"
Death grinned at her in the way that only cats and skeletons can manage properly. YOUR BODY, IT APPEARS.
"Um, hi, sorry I'm late," called a voice from somewhere behind Death. He turned. It was a small girl with medium-ish black and and a long white robe. She grinned nervously at Death and Grey as a clipboard materialized in her hand. "So you're Grey, then?" she asked, staring at the clipboard, a pencil popping into existence behind her ear.
"Um, yes?" Grey said. "Who are you?"
The little girl looked relieved. "Oh, I'm Life of Earth," Life said. Death stared at her. "Roundworld," Life said helpfully. Death nodded slowly.
"Anyway, it looks as though one of my customers has wandered into your territory," she said, stalking forward authoritatively and grabbing Grey by the wrist. "We'll just be going now."
"How?" Grey wailed.
Life glowered at the taller girl. "Click your ruby slippers together, of course," she grumbled. Grey stared at her feet. "I was being SARCASTIC," Life sighed. "Just... here."
The two girls vanished with a resounding "thwoop". Death stared at the spot where they had been, and then shrugged.
Not his problem.
Death disappeared, and No Man's Land was No Man's Land once more....
"I say, this is bloody good salad," Wilhelmina adomished daintily around a mouthful of lettuce.
"Dun' talk wif yer mouf furr," Roberta scolded.
"Ladies..."
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Endus Maximus
Chapter 9
"Holy crap," Grey said calmly.
INDEED, Death replied, watching her closely.
She winced. "So I'm dead, then?" she asked, fear and disappointment playing across her features.
IT APPEARS SO, Death said slowly, patting his robe as if looking for something.
"I know I'm not supposed to ask what happens next," Grey said forlornly.
IT'S NOT EXACTLY AGAINST THE RULES, Death said, circling around her.
"Oh... okay. Um... so what happens next?"
ER... Death picked up her left leg and stared at her ankle. I'M NOT REALLY SURE. ESPECIALLY IN YOUR CASE.
Grey wriggled in his frigid fingers. "What do you mean, in my case?!" she said incredulously.
LOOK. SEE? EMOTIONS. DEAD PEOPLE DON'T HAVE EMOTIONS. IT"S BECAUSE OF-
"Glands," Grey said, taking her ankle back. "Yes, I know. And I don't HAVE any."
ACTUALLY, IT APPEARS THAT YOU DO, Death said, glaring at his scythe.
Grey stared dumbly at him. "Sorry?" she managed after a moment. "But I'm DEAD. No GLANDS. Comes from not living in a body. Comes from not living at all, actually."
YOU SEEM TO HAVE A BODY -SOMEWHERE-, Death replied. His scythe vanished.
"Somewhere?"
OH YES.
Grey stared at him. "How do you know?"
YOU DON'T HAVE A LIFETIMER, Death said. THE SCYTHE WON'T CUT YOUR LIFELINE. YOUR LIFELINE IS SUPPOSED TO BE BLUE, AND IT'S RED. ALSO, IT'S SPINNING OFF IN THE WRONG DIRECTION. THE WORLD OF THE DISCWORLD LIVING IS- he pointed in the opposite direction- THAT WAY.
Grey paused. "Okay," she said. "Then what's in the other direction?"
Death grinned at her in the way that only cats and skeletons can manage properly. YOUR BODY, IT APPEARS.
"Um, hi, sorry I'm late," called a voice from somewhere behind Death. He turned. It was a small girl with medium-ish black and and a long white robe. She grinned nervously at Death and Grey as a clipboard materialized in her hand. "So you're Grey, then?" she asked, staring at the clipboard, a pencil popping into existence behind her ear.
"Um, yes?" Grey said. "Who are you?"
The little girl looked relieved. "Oh, I'm Life of Earth," Life said. Death stared at her. "Roundworld," Life said helpfully. Death nodded slowly.
"Anyway, it looks as though one of my customers has wandered into your territory," she said, stalking forward authoritatively and grabbing Grey by the wrist. "We'll just be going now."
"How?" Grey wailed.
Life glowered at the taller girl. "Click your ruby slippers together, of course," she grumbled. Grey stared at her feet. "I was being SARCASTIC," Life sighed. "Just... here."
The two girls vanished with a resounding "thwoop". Death stared at the spot where they had been, and then shrugged.
Not his problem.
Death disappeared, and No Man's Land was No Man's Land once more....
"I say, this is bloody good salad," Wilhelmina adomished daintily around a mouthful of lettuce.
"Dun' talk wif yer mouf furr," Roberta scolded.
"Ladies..."
__________
Endus Maximus