Music. It is not something I get to hear too often. Sing for me my sheep.

( OH WHAT THE HELL REAPER )

My favorite time of year is here.


( mini event for Halloween )

Do not think I have forgotten about you or what you have done.

( Punishment time. PLEASE READ TO SEE IF YOUR CHARACTER IS NOTED HERE )

Well well, what a wonderful display of character. You handled yourselves quite well. All except two of you. And of one, perhaps a lesson has been taught to you. Not by me, but by the death you had dealt with by your own hands. You cannot say I did not warn you. Although, I suppose the blame can be put on you as well.

I must say, what a valiant effort by some of you. Although, I am disappointed in you. And you, do not think I did not know what you did.

At the moment, I am feeling a bit lethargic. Clean up the mess you made on your own.




[And if you didn't see, I need a tally count on deaths and destruction, so please leave a comment here. Also, links are hints about what happened during the week]

Even with your pride in hand, it can easily be threatened. To be taken away. Surely, you will not be happy with this outcome. Will you fight for or against? Remember, god does not like ugly.

And you and you need to be taught a lesson. Perhaps, I will not be the one to teach it to you.

( read more? )

You wanted it. Now you have it. It is only natural you would show it off to others.


( read more? )

You wanted it, but now can you have it? Of course you can

( read more? )

You're turning a little green. I suppose it's not from sickness is it?


( read more? )

You have to burn off those pounds you put on somehow...


( read more? )

When you are bored, you eat. And when you eat, you are bored.


( read more? )

I think, at this time, I rather take things slow, at my pace. Perhaps... I'll get something done. Although, I can't agree with that statement.

How about you? Will you be able to get your projected plans done?


( read more? )

Has your company betrayed you?


{For Ark and basically ends the presence of the Reaper, for now}

I wonder how many lies, facades, names you had to to go through in order to keep the name you have now. Your name now, it is a lie is it not? You have lied to him, and he respect you, Deak.

He who seems to have lost everything. I suppose it is easy for you to bring the death back to life when all you do is kill them. A torturous cycle it is. Someone as seemingly innocent as you should not hate or kill, but you do so anyway.

How could you shoot someone dear to you, your best friend? You are supposed to look out for people, not befall tragedy before them.

And death has happened right in front of your eyes. How does it feel to see your family rip to shreds?



{Lavi, Allen, Cuthbert, and Alek. Did I forget to mention anyone during this event so far who hasn't died?}

There are so many around you, but no one wants anything to do with you. Sad isn't it? You spend your days along, watching, gazing upon the events you wish to be a part of. But nothing. How does that feel?


Tearing to pieces. Can't even control your own power. How foolish. You are not the friendly little one, especially with all the naughty things you have done. Placing curses on people and turning people into stone. What a bad little boy you are.


I wonder if this heat is a bit much for you, one with the fire. Burn. Forgive me, you have already done that.



{Serving up for Xiao, Vaati, and Zuko. Man I'm almost running out of characters to do this for. I may have to repeat some characters, fufufu~}

This is more fitting a place called 'hell' isn't it? Justice and honor do not prevail. Neither does following by example.

Two are dead.


I wonder if you found your death at the end of a rainbow. And I do not mean the gold that comes along with it.

I wonder what a Cruciatus Curse is... Are you willing to share that information with me? You were tortured by it, of course.

And I already know what you have done. You are the cause of the deaths not by my influence. You, my sheep, should just stay a part of the wheel.



I do hope you all become closer to your cabin mates. This is the perfect time for that.



{Gah it's a bit late, I'm sorry. Harry, Coramir, and Axel. For you}

It is quite cold don't you think?

How are you doing my sheep?

I will converse with you today.

( Let's fire it up! )

Rape. Making one your own without consent. Over and over and over and over again. How does that feel?


To be bullied. Did they pick on you? Stone you? These experiences, I wish to know.


Sacrifice. You'd sacrifice your whole being for him. Little do you know that you are what he hates. A vampire. Sealed memories, just like Neku.


Tested. Not your patience or your nerve. But your body. How does one experiment on the body to make you become something you weren't originally? Could your sister answer that for you?



[To Hans, Zetsurin, Yuuki, and Shelke. Love, the Reaper. ♥ Ignore my self-cest RPing]

A lot of hands are stained red these days. Murders by our involvement. How about you relive it here? See it, feel it, be a part of it, all over again.

You murdered your partner and now he's here. How is it? To have your memories altered to the point where you can't remember who put the bullet through your chest?

Incest. Another way of staining hands and a family's pride. It is said you should love your family, but your love for your brother, is questionable.





{Woody, Joshua, Neku, and Kamui. It's your turn. And remember these things the Reaper is saying is supposed to effect your character, not for them to put a impenetrable wall. And for your end, Woody, you might be seeing visions of the murder he was involved in.}

A man becomes a warrior. His mother commits suicide. His student helped in his attempted suicide. Live on, student, until you're gunned down. Betrayed. Dreams and honor mean nothing. A futile effort to seek what is right.

A mother sacrifices herself to save her son. You are the reason for her death. No other.


A mother killing fest indeed.



{This is for you, Angeal, Zack, and Razzat}

Rise and shine my sheep. You have a long while ahead of you.

Mirrors. They're a reflection of one's self. But I ask...

Who are you?


Would you try and kill the one you loved?


I know you did. A love to kill... A love worth dying for. Your hands, they're stained red aren't they?


( so it starts. )