[Open RP] Can't be any worse than Twilight...

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

Ryuk was writing.

Now while this wasn't that unusual, the fact that he was writing in a red book, rather than his Death Note, was.

See, Ryuk met Drosselmeyer, and they hit it off well. So well, that they decided Ryuk's story had to be written. That's what Ryuk is doing right now.

He was floating above everyone in the Great Hall, writing about Light's exploits from his POV. Right now, he had gotten to the part where Misa reclaimed the Death Note that had been buried.

And to make sure certain tempermental detectives didn't get their hands on it, he used a Flagrante curse on the book, meaning that it would burn anyone that would touch it. Except him. He can't be hurt by human means. Even if he did cast it.

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[g4llows-c.livejournal.com]

At one point, Terezi might not have thought to "look" up - her peripheral and distance vision weren't great, owing mostly to the fact that she was in fact totally blind and navigated by smell. Playing Sgrub, however, had taught her the importance of being vigilant for things overhead - in retrospect they really shouldn't have prototyped anything with anything that could fly - and by this point it was more or less reflex to check upward when entering a large space like the great hall.

No one else in the room seemed particularly troubled by Ryuk, so she supposed he probably wasn't a threat. He was, however, blithely floating in midair with no apparent means of support, and for some reason this annoyed the troll. She wandered over to stand almost directly beneath the Shinigami and turned her face upward with a smug grin. "Hey, there's this thing called 'gravity,'" she commented. "You might want to look into it some time."

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

Ryuk pretended to consider it. "Nah," he said finally. "Flying's too much fun."

[g4llows-c.livejournal.com]

"Is that what you're doing? Last time I checked, 'flying' involved movement," Terezi pointed out. "You're hovering, or floating, maybe. Also, my neck is getting tired from standing like this."

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

"That's your problem," Ryuk said cheerfully. "And that's semantics. If I wanted, I could fly away. But I'm busy."

[g4llows-c.livejournal.com]

Terezi grabbed a nearby chair and straddled it, leaning her arms against the back and kicking idly at the floor with the toes of her bright red sneakers. "Busy doing what?" she asked. "Besides defying the laws of physics, I mean."

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

"I'm writing a book! And then me and Drosselmeyer will make it into a good book. But I'm not telling you what it's about. If I did, you wouldn't read it!"

[g4llows-c.livejournal.com]

"So you admit that it's such a terrible book that if I knew what it was about, I wouldn't want to read it?"

[gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com]

Wolfe preferred to have those he spoke with on a level and he himself preferred to be seated. But, as he was seated, waiting for a house elf to bring him a meal, one that would barely meet his requirements for an edible meal. He missed Fritz. He missed Archie. He almost missed being prodded into working by Archie. Almost. He was, however, enjoying the library, even if the books were rather fanciful in topic and bias. He was enjoying the use of Professor Kurama's greenhouse, though obtaining orchids without his contacts and without a full time gardener to care for them, was difficult. He was working with other plants, but orchids were his true love.

He wouldn't have looked up save for the novelty of looking up at the sky while being inside had yet to wear off. He scowled at the creature blocking his view. "Pfui," he muttered.

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

Oh, he looked angry.

Awesome.

Ryuk waved at the grumbling man. "Hiiiiiiiiiii."

[gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com]

Wolfe scowled, the corners of his mouth pulling at his cheeks, bringing them down a full half an inch. "Confound it," he muttered. "If you insist on conversing, then sit down. I prefer eyes at a level."

The house elf brought his food in, several plates of it. He picked up a fork and began in on the salad, fresh greens with a tarragon and dill dressing.

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

"Nah, I prefer floating." He did twist and lower himself enough so he could look Nero in the (upside down) eye.

[gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com]

"Hmph," Wolfe grunted. He took a bite and glared at Ryuk a little longer. "What are you?" he asked. "Are you a demon, as well?"

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

"Close! Shinigami. Name's Ryuk. Hey!" Ryuk called to a house elf. "Apples!"

The house elf squeaked and ran to get some.

[gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com]

"A what?" Wolfe asked. While he was well educated, most of it was focused on European, not Asian, culture and literature. His scowl deepened a little at the treatment of the house elves. "Those that prepare and bring your food should be treated with some respect," he said. That he might forget this when he was in a mood or stymied by other things, was neither here nor there.

[herscatterheart.livejournal.com]

Hannah had been walking the corridors of Hogwarts without a destination. She had no ulterior motive, no dastardly plan she needed ingredients or items to concoct. She was simple out for a stroll. She liked walking. It seemed a favourite past-time for the students of Hogwarts to double-cross each other, but what she had not expected was the sight floating in the air above the rows of tables in the Great Hall.

The creature was black, and nothing else. It was grotesque and twisted in features and as soon as her emerald eyes gleamed sight of the demon, she shrieked, gripping at her fur-lined maize cowl, and a hand flying to her mouth to stifle the coming scream. Her chest heaved with the fear and shock that stunned her muscles, that chilled her blood.

'W-what are you?' she gasped.

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[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

Ryuk laughed. "You're funny," he said. "I'm a shinigami. A god of death, if you will. Name's Ryuk."

[herscatterheart.livejournal.com]

Hannah wilted, he was a God? Could this be true, even in this monstrous place? That such righteousness could exist, that ... death personified could literally stalk these halls? She felt very unsafe all of a sudden. She was finding it harder and harder to find the good in this place, she pulled her maize cowl close around her and looked back up at the creature named Ryuk.

'A-are you dangerous ... that is ... dangerous to me?' She needed to know if he was at least friend or foe, if she should be leaving quickly instead of hanging around.

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

"Nah. No kill rule, remember? Besides, I have enough lifespan for now, I don't need yours."

[righteous-pen.livejournal.com]

Teru looked up at him, and sighed. "Do I want to know what you're up to now?"

He sounded more resigned than anything. Ryuk's amusements were rarely anything more than irritating, since he couldn't kill here. There were worse things. As evidenced by the dark circles under Teru's eyes, and the new collar that Masuyo was wearing, with one of Kusuriyuri's wards attached to it. She lay in Teru's arms, occasionally scratching at it when she thought he wasn't looking.

[tragitragedy.livejournal.com]

Drosselmeyer, meanwhile, had started another project of his own. He entered the Great Hall, reading a book concerning owl husbandry as he walked, and plopped himself down at one of the tables. After a minute spent hunched over the pages and squinting his old eyes, he pulled out his wand and waved it in the air as if he could shoo one of the floating candles closer without using a spell. It didn't work, but it did cause him to notice Ryuk hanging around. Drosselmeyer grinned widely and called out, "Well, well!"

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hi!" Ryuk floated down enough to talk to Drosselmeyer. "Just working on that book we were talking about."

[tragitragedy.livejournal.com]

"Excellent!" Drosselmeyer rested his arms across the open book, his attention diverted. "And how is your project coming along? Are your inspirational requirements of apples being sufficiently met?"

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah!" And to prove his point, Ryuk pulled out an apple from...somewhere.

[tragitragedy.livejournal.com]

Drosselmeyer laughed. "Splendid. Are you warming to the task of being an author? I'm still happy to offer my services if you require any assistance."

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

"I think when I have everything written down I'll come to you. Cause I only wrote names before, not a story. Plus, you like tragedy anyway."