III. letters;
[ anyone who considers themselves Death's, or anyone in-tune to this sort of thing, may notice that Death manifest has dropped off the radar entirely ]
[ the following letters have all been sent to the recipient's home address. If said home address is no business of Death's, then they'll either be at the character's place of employment, or somewhere that they'll just so happen to stumble across them. Failing that, they're welcome to not find them at all. Either way, there are no stamps or proof of postage, on any of the letters ]
[ each letter is hand-written, with a return address on the top right-hand corner. The return address is that of a rented mailbox, which empties almost as soon as anything's placed inside of it; everyone's welcome to reply in their own time, and Death will keep in touch. All letters are in the recipient's mother tongue. The mentioned giftcard is for $150 ]
Dear Maggie,
I thought I'd just drop you a note, because I'm going away for a little while, and I'm not sure when I'll be back! Also, I know how fond you are of the written word, so something as old-fashioned as a letter shouldn't bother you. I've also attached a giftcard to the back (provided it doesn't get lost in the mail!), that you can use in one of those bookstores you like so much. I do hope you're getting on alright, and if you need anything, anything at all, just send me a letter back.
- Death.
Yo, Santo.
I'm off for a while, but don't think that I'm going to go ahead and forget about our plans. I've left a note for Delirium, too, so I'm sure she's racking her brains right now, thinking up something to do. Something colourful, no doubt! Oh, and I started playing Halo ODST, the other day. I'm not sure that I'm cut out for the legendary setting!
Take care of yourself,
Death.
Hello, Katurian,
It's been a while, by your standards. I went back over the network, you know, and listened to some of your previous stories. Inspiration was always more of Dream's thing, but I can't say that the overarching themes are lost on me. You have quite a lovely voice for it, as well! I do hope that you have some more tales to share, and soon.
Well, I suppose work's keeping you busy.
Love,
Death.
Lynda,
Death is before me today,
Like the recovery of a sick man,
Like going forth into a garden after sickness;
Death is before me today,
Like the odour of myrrh,
Like sitting under the sail on a windy day;
Death is before me today,
Like the odour of lotus flowers,
Like sitting on the shore of drunkenness;
Death is before me today,
Like the course of the freshet,
Like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house,
When he has spent years in captivity.
There's nothing to fear.
Saitou,
I hope that I haven't caused you too many problems at work. You know how these things go.
Apologies,
Death.
Major!
It would seem that our schedules have been clashing, as of late. Let me know when works for you, and once I'm back in the City, I'll pay you a much needed visit.
Yours truly,
Death.
Deathweaver,
* 1 fluid ounce sloe gin
* 1 fluid ounce Southern Comfort liqueur
* 1 fluid ounce vodka
* 2 fluid ounces lime rum
* 1 fluid ounce triple sec
* 1 fluid ounce amaretto liqueur
* 1 fluid ounce Galliano liqueur
* 1/2 fluid ounce grenadine syrup
* 6 fluid ounces orange juice
* 1 cup ice cubes
Red Death. I liked this one! I'm sure you can work it out.
Love,
You know who.
Reoy, Rikku!
E fyc fuhtanehk ev oui luimt ramb sa bid cusadrehk dukadran, eh y faag un dfu. Ed'c hudrehk ysywehkmo lusbmaq, yht ed cruimth'd dyga muhk, pid E't ybbnaleyda dra ramb huhadramacc. Mad sa ghuf! Ruba oui'na tuehk famm.
- Taydr.
Dear Sarah,
I'm still on for tea, just so you know! I'm afraid I'm going to have to put it on hold for a while, but it'll definitely happen. I just need a little time to put some things together, and then I'll be over. I'll find a time that works for you.
Regards,
Death.
Mr. Craddock,
I'd like to formally request your company, two weeks from now, sir. Entirely optional, of course! Do let me know if you have the time, as soon as possible, though.
Yours,
Death.
[ postcards were sent out to a large number of the people Death's spoken to; each one contains the same text, and each postcard comes from a different country, all across the globe. They weren't chosen for any particular reason, other than the pretty pictures, and all contain the same message. Obviously, there's no return address, but they were delivered in the same way as the above letters ]
[ the following letter was mailed to the police HQ, and would've arrived this morning. The return address leads to an empty apartment (the apartment that she took Riful back to, no less), and while Death can't be found there, she'll pick up any letters, and communicate in that way ]
To the police;
I realised I've caused you some problems, of late, and for that I apologise!
It'd be unfair of me to expect you to comprehend the hows and whys behind my actions,
but nonetheless, Riful is one of mine, and I couldn't allow that to continue.
Try to understand.
(We can talk about it, if you'd like!)
Best regards,
☥
[ the last batch of letters were delivered in much the same way as the first handful, although these ones were written out incredibly neatly, on thick, expensive paper. There's no return address of any sort, as Death expects the recipients to have other means of contacting her ]
Greetings, Trickster!
Although I've heard tell that you're currently residing in this realm, I've yet to have the opportunity to speak with you. Considering the short moments that I've been here in the flesh, it doesn't come as much of a surprise and, naturally, there's no rush! However, if you find yourself with an idle hour or two to waste away, I'd appreciate your company. Though our home worlds may not reflect one other in every little detail, there's still room for familiarity.
I have no doubts that you'll know how to find me.
Sincerely,
Death.
Lust,
You know, we never really did get to have a decent conversation. I hope I didn't do anything to offend! Well, when you have the time, et cetera, et cetera.
Love,
Death.
☥
If, for some reason, you should need me, brother-sister, you how to call upon me.
☥
If, for some reason, you should need me, sister, you how to call upon me. : )
p.s. Santo wants to spend some time with the both of us. I told him I'd let you choose what we do!
[ the following letters have all been sent to the recipient's home address. If said home address is no business of Death's, then they'll either be at the character's place of employment, or somewhere that they'll just so happen to stumble across them. Failing that, they're welcome to not find them at all. Either way, there are no stamps or proof of postage, on any of the letters ]
[ each letter is hand-written, with a return address on the top right-hand corner. The return address is that of a rented mailbox, which empties almost as soon as anything's placed inside of it; everyone's welcome to reply in their own time, and Death will keep in touch. All letters are in the recipient's mother tongue. The mentioned giftcard is for $150 ]
Dear Maggie,
I thought I'd just drop you a note, because I'm going away for a little while, and I'm not sure when I'll be back! Also, I know how fond you are of the written word, so something as old-fashioned as a letter shouldn't bother you. I've also attached a giftcard to the back (provided it doesn't get lost in the mail!), that you can use in one of those bookstores you like so much. I do hope you're getting on alright, and if you need anything, anything at all, just send me a letter back.
- Death.
Yo, Santo.
I'm off for a while, but don't think that I'm going to go ahead and forget about our plans. I've left a note for Delirium, too, so I'm sure she's racking her brains right now, thinking up something to do. Something colourful, no doubt! Oh, and I started playing Halo ODST, the other day. I'm not sure that I'm cut out for the legendary setting!
Take care of yourself,
Death.
Hello, Katurian,
It's been a while, by your standards. I went back over the network, you know, and listened to some of your previous stories. Inspiration was always more of Dream's thing, but I can't say that the overarching themes are lost on me. You have quite a lovely voice for it, as well! I do hope that you have some more tales to share, and soon.
Well, I suppose work's keeping you busy.
Love,
Death.
Lynda,
Death is before me today,
Like the recovery of a sick man,
Like going forth into a garden after sickness;
Death is before me today,
Like the odour of myrrh,
Like sitting under the sail on a windy day;
Death is before me today,
Like the odour of lotus flowers,
Like sitting on the shore of drunkenness;
Death is before me today,
Like the course of the freshet,
Like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house,
When he has spent years in captivity.
There's nothing to fear.
Saitou,
I hope that I haven't caused you too many problems at work. You know how these things go.
Apologies,
Death.
Major!
It would seem that our schedules have been clashing, as of late. Let me know when works for you, and once I'm back in the City, I'll pay you a much needed visit.
Yours truly,
Death.
Deathweaver,
* 1 fluid ounce sloe gin
* 1 fluid ounce Southern Comfort liqueur
* 1 fluid ounce vodka
* 2 fluid ounces lime rum
* 1 fluid ounce triple sec
* 1 fluid ounce amaretto liqueur
* 1 fluid ounce Galliano liqueur
* 1/2 fluid ounce grenadine syrup
* 6 fluid ounces orange juice
* 1 cup ice cubes
Red Death. I liked this one! I'm sure you can work it out.
Love,
You know who.
Reoy, Rikku!
E fyc fuhtanehk ev oui luimt ramb sa bid cusadrehk dukadran, eh y faag un dfu. Ed'c hudrehk ysywehkmo lusbmaq, yht ed cruimth'd dyga muhk, pid E't ybbnaleyda dra ramb huhadramacc. Mad sa ghuf! Ruba oui'na tuehk famm.
- Taydr.
Dear Sarah,
I'm still on for tea, just so you know! I'm afraid I'm going to have to put it on hold for a while, but it'll definitely happen. I just need a little time to put some things together, and then I'll be over. I'll find a time that works for you.
Regards,
Death.
Mr. Craddock,
I'd like to formally request your company, two weeks from now, sir. Entirely optional, of course! Do let me know if you have the time, as soon as possible, though.
Yours,
Death.
[ postcards were sent out to a large number of the people Death's spoken to; each one contains the same text, and each postcard comes from a different country, all across the globe. They weren't chosen for any particular reason, other than the pretty pictures, and all contain the same message. Obviously, there's no return address, but they were delivered in the same way as the above letters ]
[ the following letter was mailed to the police HQ, and would've arrived this morning. The return address leads to an empty apartment (the apartment that she took Riful back to, no less), and while Death can't be found there, she'll pick up any letters, and communicate in that way ]
To the police;
I realised I've caused you some problems, of late, and for that I apologise!
It'd be unfair of me to expect you to comprehend the hows and whys behind my actions,
but nonetheless, Riful is one of mine, and I couldn't allow that to continue.
Try to understand.
(We can talk about it, if you'd like!)
Best regards,
☥
[ the last batch of letters were delivered in much the same way as the first handful, although these ones were written out incredibly neatly, on thick, expensive paper. There's no return address of any sort, as Death expects the recipients to have other means of contacting her ]
Greetings, Trickster!
Although I've heard tell that you're currently residing in this realm, I've yet to have the opportunity to speak with you. Considering the short moments that I've been here in the flesh, it doesn't come as much of a surprise and, naturally, there's no rush! However, if you find yourself with an idle hour or two to waste away, I'd appreciate your company. Though our home worlds may not reflect one other in every little detail, there's still room for familiarity.
I have no doubts that you'll know how to find me.
Sincerely,
Death.
Lust,
You know, we never really did get to have a decent conversation. I hope I didn't do anything to offend! Well, when you have the time, et cetera, et cetera.
Love,
Death.
☥
If, for some reason, you should need me, brother-sister, you how to call upon me.
☥
If, for some reason, you should need me, sister, you how to call upon me. : )
p.s. Santo wants to spend some time with the both of us. I told him I'd let you choose what we do!