Position Vacant: Soul Reaping - Graveyard Shift | IC/CLOSED

[Finsternia]

Sigmund Brandt

Sigmund clapped as the door closed behind Kegan. "10 points to Gryffindor!" He then downed the rest of the milk and turned to Amelia. "Yes, ma'am. Can I get a shot of whiskey for getting the asshole out?" Sigmund's twenty years old, just a year short for America's age limit when it comes to alcohol. Of course he already drank when he was younger, his father letting him drink whatever he wants. His mother frowned upon it when she was still alive, since he was still quite young that time. His father just laughed at it and boasted that children with German blood should know what their blood is actually made of, beer and potatoes. Yeah, beer and potatoes. He then looked at Renee and licked his lips. "As long as the dinner's free, I'll be happy to oblige sissy." Sigmund then raised an eyebrow at Valeria's crow. "Very well then, welcome to the team, kid."

[Atlannia]

Silvia Cole

"Can I just do something alone, above ground preferably, please?" Silvia asks, casting aside glances at her... coworkers. "I'm both more likely to be useful," she says, hefting her sniper rifle, "and less likely to end up murdering one of these morons who can't handle being near one another without either blowing up, or trying to prove their dick is bigger."

Silvia has been standing apart from the others, watching as they squabble, and growing increasingly frustrated with their apparent need to be arguing over something, all the time. If this is how they're going to act, they're liable to get someone killed.

"Now can do Debbie Downer," replied Amelia with a sympathetic expression. "Solo missions are a no go until we've at least seen what you newbies can do. Even if I thought you could handle it we need to keep an eye on everyone to start with and there's only so many grown ups to go around so for now at least the power of friendship is strictly mandatory. You guys won't have much time to argue with each other once things get interesting anyway."

Fuck, she was hungry.

"M-miss Amelia, can I go make s-something in the kitchen? I had...a lot of work today, so I didn't get to eat lunch today...or dinner...yeah. If you g-guys want, I can share..."

"It's just Amelia. Really," replied the older woman before clapping her hands "Aten, hook her up," With that the golden orb that was Amelia's familiar floated away into the kitchen, its hands following behind it like baby ducklings. From the kitchen came the sound of bumping and rustling as the orb poked around and a few minutes later three metal hands flew back out and made there way to Renee where they hovered in front of her, displaying three different sandwiches neatly wrapped in clingfilm. "You can get a proper meal after we're done for the night but for now we're running short on time. They're actually pretty decent, Boots over their made 'em, I can't cook to save my life." Amelia explained, jerking her thumb in Giorno's direction. "Actually my cooking tends to have the opposite effect but hey if I could cook as well I'd be a little too perfect ya know?"

Sigmund Brandt

Sigmund clapped as the door closed behind Kegan. "10 points to Gryffindor!" He then downed the rest of the milk and turned to Amelia. "Yes, ma'am. Can I get a shot of whiskey for getting the asshole out?" Sigmund's twenty years old, just a year short for America's age limit when it comes to alcohol. Of course he already drank when he was younger, his father letting him drink whatever he wants. His mother frowned upon it when she was still alive, since he was still quite young that time. His father just laughed at it and boasted that children with German blood should know what their blood is actually made of, beer and potatoes. Yeah, beer and potatoes. He then looked at Renee and licked his lips. "As long as the dinner's free, I'll be happy to oblige sissy." Sigmund then raised an eyebrow at Valeria's crow. "Very well then, welcome to the team, kid."

"Nobody is drinking before they do some goddamned work!" snapped Amelia, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Jesus you kids'll be trying to score coke off me before long at this rate. NO to that as well by the way!" Amelia rubbed her temples, looking weary. "You know the point of hiring you jokers was to make things easier right?"

Eden Forester

"Fucking shit!" Kegan yelled, trying not to punch anything. "That fucking bitch always finds me, she won't leave me the fuck alone." He continued yelling before holding his head in his hands. He quickly turned to Eden. "Well looks like I'm going to stay here now." Kegan said, his tone and face both showing extreme amounts of anger. If he wasn't careful, he might actually kill someone now.

"G-great!" replied Eden with a crooked, forced smile, trying not to flinch at the sudden radiation of killwaves coming off the boy. And failing.

Uwahhh why does he look even scarier now? Why the hell did I come out here?

"W-ell," Eden cleared her throat awkwardly and tried again. "For now let's just head back inside, I'm sure we can find some teammates pretty quickly.

Aaaand now it sounds like I wanna be on his team. Well I don't wanna try and join somebody else's team because that might be the thing that finally drives off the edge and ends up with him wearing my spine as a scarf or something. It is getting chilly out after all.

With that Eden lead the way back into the diner, reasoning that at least there would be witnesses in there, and sat down trying to look as non threatening as possible, folding her hands in her lap docilely. Forget him I should be the one going home. Eden thought, her head slumping down unconsciously until she was staring at her own warped reflection in the polished plastic of the table. He actually kinda seems like he belongs in this fucked scenario. I'm going to end up getting killed or something.

[Imperial Northern States]

"Nobody is drinking before they do some goddamned work!" snapped Amelia, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Jesus you kids'll be trying to score coke off me before long at this rate. NO to that as well by the way!" Amelia rubbed her temples, looking weary. "You know the point of hiring you jokers was to make things easier right?

Thomas response to this was simple. Laughter, pure laughter. Repetitive sarcastic laughter. "Well you certainly fucked that one up didn't you? Advertising for a late evening job, of course you're going to get a bunch of weirdos"

[Indo-pasif archipelago]

Thomas Peterson
Tom tried to sheath his Scythe. He gently stroked his Familiar, which he had named Ashura, and whispered to its ear. "Go now, I'll meet you later." The tiger nodded a little and ran towards the wall and pounced it. Instead of banging its head, the tiger elegantly phased through the wall, first its hand, then his head, and the last one was his tail. The area where it had phased glistened in blue for a few seconds before returning to its normal state. Once that's done, he looked around to find some teammates. Renee was swarmed by others, it seemed that everyone want to be with her. Well, Tom better find someone else to team up with. He looked around right when someone patted him on his back.

Jackson Yenn

Jackson was surprisingly... Totally fine with everything that was happening. Even if all of humanity's beliefs in demons and deities and potentially incomprehensible, multi-universal beings and the existence of parallel dimensions and supernatural phenomena had been proved beyond any point of doubt; likely resulting in the collapse of modern society as religions began to panic over what this all meant, while science unsuccessfully attempted to deduce what sort of purpose these things served, and what kind of origin they seemed to hail from, it was totally fine. He felt sort of... Apathetic? Like this was all just a game, really. Damn modern multi-medium forms of entertainment; taking all the novelty out of the situation.

Now that the first job seemed to be underway, he had to find himself a team. A team, mind you, that wasn't composed of religious nutjobs, desperate unreliable people, and the aforementioned "psychos", in someone else's words. Looking around him, he sighed, and approached the first person he saw (Thomas Setyobudi Peterson), and tapped him on the shoulder; looking at him up and down. He seemed fine. This might work.

Tom looked at his back and saw a fellow employee. He was relatively silent during the fight and didn't overact when Kenneth told them about the demons and Reapers. He will do now.

"Hey, everyone already has their team. Wanna team up with me?"

While waiting for response, Tom observe the small diner. A green-haired man and a black-haired boy were also free. If they all Tom would already have his team for this sewer mission.

[Nitom]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan walked back into the diner, following Eden until she took her seat. He then walked halfway down the counter. "I swear to god. If they have some smart ass comment about me coming back, then I'll cut their faces off and make a bunch of Halloween mask." Kegan thought to himself as he took a seat. He kept his eyes forward for the most part as he thought through every possible scenario he could think of concerning that psycho chick Emily, who had developed the tendency to follow him around, and just recently, tried to kill him. "I think I've rejected her close to thirty times now. Probably another five before she finally tries to kill me for real." Kegan muttered to himself, sulking in the situation he had been placed in.

[Imperial Northern States]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan walked back into the diner, following Eden until she took her seat. He then walked halfway down the counter. "I swear to god. If they have some smart ass comment about me coming back, then I'll cut their faces off and make a bunch of Halloween mask." Kegan thought to himself as he took a seat. He kept his eyes forward for the most part as he thought through every possible scenario he could think of concerning that psycho chick Emily, who had developed the tendency to follow him around, and just recently, tried to kill him. "I think I've rejected her close to thirty times now. Probably another five before she finally tries to kill me for real." Kegan muttered to himself, sulking in the situation he had been placed in.

Thomas smiled, sly, cautious. Malicious.
"Hey! Welcome back, such a short trip!" He called over the room.

[New Antonalia]

Robert Blair,
Gluttons Diner

"Well, this is a right shit show." Noir said, examining the whole scene. "I mean really, this is a right shit show you got yourself into." Robert glared at Noir and scoffed in reply. "Yeah, and you're not making it any easier." "Oh come now darling, it can't be that bad. After all, we're only as powerful as you make us." Weiss said, chiming in. "Though as much as I hate to admit it, Noir is right, this is a real circus." "Oh, I have a real good idea, how 'bout we go out back an' see what sort of juice you have!" Noir said, giddy at the thought. "For an uncouth lout, that isn't a bad idea Noir, though I think summoning a succubus for this poor lad would be a better idea." "Nah, he'd love destroyin things, all guys love that!" "I doubt it, all men need is pleasure and their right as rain." The two started bickering inside Roberts head as his expression went from absent minded frustration to bitter anger. "Will you two shut up!" He yelled, echoing through the entire Diner. He could feel eyes fall on him as he sunk back into his seat. "Sorry, wasn't talking to any of you." He peeped. He hadn't moved from his seat and now, he felt even less initiative to move even though he had been instructed to mingle and form a team.

[Hank J Wimbleton]

-Snip-

Jackson Yenn

Jackson was half-way through propositioning his own alliance, when Thomas turned around and did the rest for him. Unsurprising, to say the least; when everyone was motivated to form a team as soon as possible by the looming threat of having to fight gargantuan werewolf things on their own. Thomas raised his hand anyway; asking silently for a handshake: putting his rifle by his hip and leaning forward.

"Yeah. We're the only ones left anyway, right?"

"So what's your name? Mine's Jackson."

[Atlannia]

Amelia Soleil

Thomas response to this was simple. Laughter, pure laughter. Repetitive sarcastic laughter. "Well you certainly fucked that one up didn't you? Advertising for a late evening job, of course you're going to get a bunch of weirdos"

"Weird is not really a problem," replied Amelia, narrowing her eyes. "Weird I am intimately familiar with. It's pointless fucking around that annoys me. As much as I love this job the low level stuff doesn't really interest me anymore so a situation where I can leave the small stuff to you guys would be preferable, it would give me more time to pursue certain...interests." Amelia smiled privately, looking down to inspect the nails on one hand. "Well I'm also curious to see how you all develop in response to the trials ahead of you. Just the three of us seniors isn't a very good sample size you understand. You won't disappoint me will you?"

Eden Forester

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan walked back into the diner, following Eden until she took her seat. He then walked halfway down the counter. "I swear to god. If they have some smart ass comment about me coming back, then I'll cut their faces off and make a bunch of Halloween mask." Kegan thought to himself as he took a seat. He kept his eyes forward for the most part as he thought through every possible scenario he could think of concerning that psycho chick Emily, who had developed the tendency to follow him around, and just recently, tried to kill him. "I think I've rejected her close to thirty times now. Probably another five before she finally tries to kill me for real." Kegan muttered to himself, sulking in the situation he had been placed in.

Eden tried to smile reassuringly. "Hey come on I'm sure nobody's gonna-"

Thomas smiled, sly, cautious. Malicious.
"Hey! Welcome back, such a short trip!" He called over the room.

fuuuuuck.

"A-Anyway!" Eden spluttered with forced brightness, keen to change the subject. "The boss guy made it sound like the sewer's in this town have some kind of urban legend or something around them. I'm pretty new in town so I hadn't heard anything like that, do you know what it's about.

Eden let out a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding in. If this was how it was going to be all night this was gonna be tough. Maybe I should ask for a raise Eden mused. I bet they can do better than 12.50, that boss guy's suit is pretty nice. I mean we should atleast be getting hazard pay right? And compensation for emotional trauma...

"Will you two shut up!" He yelled, echoing through the entire Diner. He could feel eyes fall on him as he sunk back into his seat. "Sorry, wasn't talking to any of you." He peeped. He hadn't moved from his seat and now, he felt even less initiative to move even though he had been instructed to mingle and form a team.

Eden flinched at the sudden noise as she was jerked out of her thoughts, turning around to glance cautiously at the source, seeing a quiet looking, brown haired boy.

Ahh, what the hell Eden thought, feeling resignation blossom in her stomach. We're gonna be on the same team any way, I mean we're pretty much going to get stuck with whoever's left, might as well be friendly.

"Heeeey," she called in Robert's direction, offering a gentle wave. "We still need two more people if you wanna... you know...team up or whatever..."

[Nitom]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan looked at Thomas questioning his sanity. "The fuck?" Kegan asked rhetorically as he put his hand out in front of him. Soon there was a dark mist appearing below his palm, forming a long rod. It was unrefined, taking no specific form at first. He clenched his fist around the mist, making it materialize as his sword, light bits of the black must falling off as he grabbed it with his other hand, slowly unsheathing it. "I get it now. You just want to fucking die, don't you?" Kegan asked as he pointed his sword at Thomas who was on the other side of the room.

"Don't misunderstand, if we have to fight again tonight, I WILL kill you." Kegan said, putting emphasis on the "will" part of the sentence. He was obviously pissed, more so than he had been at any point in the night.

[New Antonalia]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan looked at Thomas questioning his sanity. "The fuck?" Kegan asked rhetorically as he put his hand out in front of him. Soon there was a dark mist appearing below his palm, forming a long rod. It was unrefined, taking no specific form at first. He clenched his fist around the mist, making it materialize as his sword, light bits of the black must falling off as he grabbed it with his other hand, slowly unsheathing it. "I get it now. You just want to fucking die, don't you?" Kegan asked as he pointed his sword at Thomas who was on the other side of the room.

"Don't misunderstand, if we have to fight again tonight, I WILL kill you." Kegan said, putting emphasis on the "will" part of the sentence. He was obviously pissed, more so than he had been at any point in the night.

"Oh will you shut the fuck up, you fucking dipshit." Robert said, annoyed to the point of aggravation with all that was going on. "Stop comparing dick sizes and let the rest of us get on with our important unimportant societal bullshit." He was clutching Noir with an iron grip, now eager to see what his scythe would really look like. "Hey kid, mind loosenin' up yer grip, you're dentin' me leather." He heard Noir say. "You shut up too, I am sick of your constant bickering with Weiss, so shut it before I chuck you in a hobo's trash can fire."

[WaRtArIa]

Renee Reyer

Renee gladly took the sandwiches, peeling off the neatly-wrapped film on them to reveal the tasty treasure of the delicious and glorious sandwich. It was a tuna sandwich, which wasn't really her favorite, but who cares, it was food! Real, honest-to-god food, not that processed food that she had for breakfast. Already finishing her second sandwich, Renee contently sighed, slowly spinning around in her comfortable-looking chair. "Thanks, Amelia! I really appreciate it."

Glancing at the psychopath with anger issues, Renee yawned, and made another snarky comment. "I had enough with your numerous death threats, Sir Edgelord the VII. I don't appreciate you killing your co-workers over such petty things like this. He's right, you know. If you can't even handle a simple comment like that without throwing a deadly temper tantrum, you shouldn't be here. I can still phone the police any moment now, and I don't believe that you can kill me or anyone else right now at point-blank without facing... the consequences. With that sort of attitude, I'm surprised that you even had a single friend, and that you even survived the social world. Please, stop with this mess, before I sic the IRS, the police, and my giant fuzzball of a cat on you." Despite her childlike look, Renee looked extremely serious, even until the last sentence.

[Nitom]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan looked over at Renee, giving her a fuck off look before finally speaking. "Whatever, I'm done dealing with y'all. Wake me up when the groups are decided." With that Kegan tossed his sword in the air, catching the blade in his hand. Blood began to run down the blade as he slowly slide it back into its sheath. Once it was finally all the way in, his wound was starting to close. He then tossed his sheathed sword in the air, watching as it turned back into black mist. He admired the sight for a moment before laying his head down. Of course he wouldn't actually fall asleep, not with these people around him. However, he hoped the appearance of him sleeping would end the constant annoying comments from what he considered a group of idiots.

[WaRtArIa]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan looked over at Renee, giving her a fuck off look before finally speaking. "Whatever, I'm done dealing with y'all. Wake me up when the groups are decided." With that Kegan tossed his sword in the air, catching the blade in his hand. Blood began to run down the blade as he slowly slide it back into its sheath. Once it was finally all the way in, his wound was starting to close. He then tossed his sheathed sword in the air, watching as it turned back into black mist. He admired the sight for a moment before laying his head down. Of course he wouldn't actually fall asleep, not with these people around him. However, he hoped the appearance of him sleeping would end the constant annoying comments from what he considered a group of idiots.

Renee Reyer

Renee lazily ate the last sandwich, as no one else seemed to want one, and no one seemed to deserve one, anyways. Her familiar slowly faded into mid-air, seeing that there was nothing to do anymore, and that Renee had called her familiar away. “Anyhow, you throw too many temper tantrums, you overreact all the time, and you have no sense of strategy. Essentially, you’re a stupid cranky bumblefuck who should probably take a deep breath once in a while. I recommend yoga.”

[Atlannia]

-snip-

Kegan Kruvok

Renee Reyer

Eden Forester

Eden looked around glumly at her would be coworkers and sighed, slumping forwards to rest her elbows on the table and prop her head up with her hands. "Listen it's not like one side is going to dish out a burn so sick that the other person realises the error of their ways and apologises, for the time being let's just focus on what's ahead of us."

If you want to take the moral highground then be the better person instead of lashing out with equally nasty insults, acting like you have zero responsibility for this situation is a little hypocritical she added silently, choosing to take the diplomatic option and keep that thought to herself. Eden didn't really like arguments all that much but her least favourite were pointless ones that could be avoided if either would just swallow the tiniest bit of pride and not escalate things. Some people couldn't lose sight of the fact that they were right even if they had nothing to gain by winning, although some people seemed to just thrive on arguments; they just made Eden tired and grumpy.

I could be sleeping right now. Eden thought tiredly. Definitely gonna ask about a raise at some point. I wonder if soul reapers have a union?

[Indo-pasif archipelago]

-Snip-

Jackson Yenn

Jackson was half-way through propositioning his own alliance, when Thomas turned around and did the rest for him. Unsurprising, to say the least; when everyone was motivated to form a team as soon as possible by the looming threat of having to fight gargantuan werewolf things on their own. Thomas raised his hand anyway; asking silently for a handshake: putting his rifle by his hip and leaning forward.

"Yeah. We're the only ones left anyway, right?"

"So what's your name? Mine's Jackson."

"Call me Tom. I see you got a rifle there, an emitter eh? Mine's a Familiar." Tom enacted some possible scenarios on his head. "Do you think the monsters will be dumb? I'm thinking of using my Scythe as a distraction while you and others can take him down." Tom started to walk towards John and Naga and gestured at Jackson to follow him. "Talking 'bout others, we still need two more to fill the team." He then gently tapped both of Naga and John on their back. "Hey fellas, would you mind joining our little team here?"

[Altito Asmoro]

Jackson Yenn

Jackson was half-way through propositioning his own alliance, when Thomas turned around and did the rest for him. Unsurprising, to say the least; when everyone was motivated to form a team as soon as possible by the looming threat of having to fight gargantuan werewolf things on their own. Thomas raised his hand anyway; asking silently for a handshake: putting his rifle by his hip and leaning forward.

"Yeah. We're the only ones left anyway, right?"

"So what's your name? Mine's Jackson."

"Call me Tom. I see you got a rifle there, an emitter eh? Mine's a Familiar." Tom enacted some possible scenarios on his head. "Do you think the monsters will be dumb? I'm thinking of using my Scythe as a distraction while you and others can take him down." Tom started to walk towards John and Naga and gestured at Jackson to follow him. "Talking 'bout others, we still need two more to fill the team." He then gently tapped both of Naga and John on their back. "Hey fellas, would you mind joining our little team here?"

Nagasaki "Naga" Warren

A minute ago he managed to pulled the best thing ever when he able to holstered the Emitter-type Scythe of his and it went well enough. Then they asked to formed a team, which he wasn't good at. I mean, well, he did joined a faction in his school, but come on, that's a faction where you die alone or die together. He'd rather die together, so he joined. He's not a charmer, but he's good at his fists, so he do the talking with his fists.

Someone tapped him in the back, Tom something? "Sure. What team? I still single."

[Imperial Northern States]

Kegan Kruvok

Kegan looked over at Renee, giving her a fuck off look before finally speaking. "Whatever, I'm done dealing with y'all. Wake me up when the groups are decided." With that Kegan tossed his sword in the air, catching the blade in his hand. Blood began to run down the blade as he slowly slide it back into its sheath. Once it was finally all the way in, his wound was starting to close. He then tossed his sheathed sword in the air, watching as it turned back into black mist. He admired the sight for a moment before laying his head down. Of course he wouldn't actually fall asleep, not with these people around him. However, he hoped the appearance of him sleeping would end the constant annoying comments from what he considered a group of idiots.

Renee Reyer

Renee lazily ate the last sandwich, as no one else seemed to want one, and no one seemed to deserve one, anyways. Her familiar slowly faded into mid-air, seeing that there was nothing to do anymore, and that Renee had called her familiar away. “Anyhow, you throw too many temper tantrums, you overreact all the time, and you have no sense of strategy. Essentially, you’re a stupid cranky bumblefuck who should probably take a deep breath once in a while. I recommend yoga.”

Thomas smugly smiled as he made eye contact with Renee. "You know, it'd almost be boring, him being so easy to anger", breaking conversation to lounge backwards, aiming to make eye contact with the big boss lady.

[New Antonalia]

Robert Blair,
Glutton's Diner

Jesus, this is nothing more than a mad house, how can we actually do a job, when we're too busy going at each others throats. Robert thought as he sat back down, examining the two books in front of him. When he drank the coffee and the demon blood took root, the books appeared, which he found odd considering everyone else had something like a sword, scythe or gun. He didn't know what to make of it and decided it would be best to ask one of the Seniors.

Arlan Risto
Glutton's Diner

Arlan kept quiet for the most part, though from what he was seeing, he had very little to be impressed with. The new reapers were already squabbling among themselves in one way or another. Two ended up fighting it out while the rest took potshots at each other with words. "Jeez, can these scrubs learn to work together?" He thought, sighing at everything that happened. "Alright!" He yelled, his voice taking an unexpectedly commanding tone. "All of you sit down and shut up, the Adults have some discussing to do."

[The Land of Golden Blobfish]

Jackson Yenn

Jackson was half-way through propositioning his own alliance, when Thomas turned around and did the rest for him. Unsurprising, to say the least; when everyone was motivated to form a team as soon as possible by the looming threat of having to fight gargantuan werewolf things on their own. Thomas raised his hand anyway; asking silently for a handshake: putting his rifle by his hip and leaning forward.

"Yeah. We're the only ones left anyway, right?"

"So what's your name? Mine's Jackson."

"Call me Tom. I see you got a rifle there, an emitter eh? Mine's a Familiar." Tom enacted some possible scenarios on his head. "Do you think the monsters will be dumb? I'm thinking of using my Scythe as a distraction while you and others can take him down." Tom started to walk towards John and Naga and gestured at Jackson to follow him. "Talking 'bout others, we still need two more to fill the team." He then gently tapped both of Naga and John on their back. "Hey fellas, would you mind joining our little team here?"

John Arlington

"Team? Oh, fine, sure why not?" John sighed. At least he wouldn't have to work with the two idiots who tried killing each other just moments ago. Who knew, maybe this lot would have a bit more sense than the others. Probably not but it didn't matter either way. When push comes to shove, he would be able to handle everything himself if he had to, even if it came to babysitting his new teammates.