Reaper Mingle is go!

[death_glare]

Who: William T. Spears and any reapers of the far shore
When: Evening of August 16th
Where: The temple of Baron Samdi (Ronald Knox)
What: William calls an emergency meeting for any and all reapers. There is something they all need to be aware of. (And because it's being held at Ronnie's temple, you can expect it to devolve into more of a mixer once William stops preaching.)


Part 1 - The Announcement

[ The following is a text that appeared on the BBS late last evening, shortly after the training session wrapped up. It is addressed to those on the far shore who were reapers in their home worlds, however, the only one who is blocked from viewing it is William's shinki, Hannah Annafellows. ]

I am calling to attention anyone who holds the position of a Reaper, Death God, Shinigami, or other related title. Good evening. My name is William T. Spears. I believe I met many of you this afternoon during the training session at Bishamon's temple. However, regardless of whether we met, this announcement is still directed towards you.

There is a matter of utmost importance that I feel all of you need to be made aware of. I have arranged a meet up at Ronald Knox's temple so that we can discuss the issue and come up with potential solutions. Please arrive to the temple of Baron Samdi by 7 p.m. so that we can make the most of our time. Thank you.


Part 2 - The Meeting

[ William finally stands up in front of where everyone's busy chitchatting. He's clearing his throat, attempting to get their attention and already looking pretty peeved. And it's not even because of the topic he needs to discuss, or the fact that it's well past 7:45 and they haven't even begun yet. Nope, the main reason for the crease in his brow is because of the absurd jacket he was forced to wear this evening. Not his usual black dress coat, but a lovely gold sequined one that nearly makes him glow in the brightly lit room. He has no idea how the eyesore of a garment found its way into his possession, once more, but he wouldn't be wearing it if he didn't have a good reason to. ]

Everyone. If you could all please have a seat. We are already behind schedule.


Part 3 - The Mixer

[ Now that William's concerns have been made aware, it seems that the event has evolved into more of a reaper shindig. Ronald has set up appetizers and has plenty of booze available. It's almost as if he'd planned this from the beginning. ]


(( ooc: mingle mingle mingle! Feel free to tag and threadjack around! Discuss the issue at hand or ignore William and just build cr with your fellow reapers! Party crashers are always welcome, too! ))

Comments

[untodeath]

[ Surely, he must not realize that she was referencing his suffering to pl;easure, and what's more, sex...? Glancing over to him, mouth parted to mention this in some fashion, she then finds herself distracted by his phone screen! ]

Well, would you look at that; you pulled it up! [ Lips quirking with an impressed little smile, she shifts to sit on her hip, leaning in closer to see. ] Well done.

[ On to trying, then! Picking up the hose, she takes the mouthpiece between her lips to inhale. With the first, the water bubbles, but not much happens. The second, there's a very thin trickle of smoke, and a bit of taste. She tries again, and this time, gets more than she bargains for; receiving a fair amount of smoke directly into her throat, she pulls away to cough it all out!

Gosh, she's blushing now, isn't she? How uncool! ]

[death_glare]

[ Nope. That one went straight over his head. Perhaps she can explain it to him at another time. Because right now he's looking between her coughing up a lung and the images on his phone to see what the issue might be. ]

Are you certain you set this up properly?

[ Way to be concerned over Grell's current choking situation, William. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell waves a hand dismissively while attempting to regain her breath. As in, I'M FINE, THANKS FOR ASKING.

Once she's confident that she's got that under control, she heaves a steadying sigh, thrusting the hose in his direction. eeey ]

I just. Don't smoke. Here!

[death_glare]

[ Shaking his head he takes the hose from her. There's slight hesitation, if only because he's never used such an intricate device before. But it's short lived before he gives it a go, breathing in much the same as he would when normally smoking.

And as if to inadvertently humiliate Grell further, he takes in the smoke with ease. Holding it in briefly before letting it out in a steady stream. ]

[untodeath]

[ Wow, showoff... William is just lucky that he looks so handsome doing it!

Plopping back against the other's pillow, beside his legs, she reaches up to pluck the wine from him and take a swig from the bottle. Not the most ladylike, but hey.

Grell takes a moment to watch the smoke dissipate, licking over her lips. ]

Well. Good to know it works, then.

[death_glare]

[ He'd push her away, but the tobacco really is calming to him. Plus the flavor as he continues to take puffs is oddly satisfying. Oh, and he'd rather not have that bottle of wine dumped on him.

After a moment, he offers the pipe to her again, if she'd like to try again. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell eyes it for a brief moment, before inevitable accepting - and offering up the wine bottle, as trade. ]

You know, while the situation could have been better, this is... fun. Trying something new, together.

[ And with the pipe at her lips once more, she just then realizes that she's sharing a mouthpiece with William! It's like indirectly kissing, or something like that.

With the smallest smile to herself, she has another go - slower and lighter, this time! It isn't the most impressive drag, but undoubtedly better! The essence of the flavor draws a satisfied hum from her, as well. ]

[death_glare]

Certainly more enjoyable than remaining at Knox's temple.

[ He trades her for the bottle of wine. It's really unlike either of them to drink straight from a bottle, but he shrugs and does so, as well. It really is good wine. ]

Something I never imagined would be possible with you.

[untodeath]

[ With a quirk of the brow, she likewise draws another stream of smoke. Tilting back her head to exhale, she'll marvel at the way the smoke swirls beneath the quiet lights. ]

Mm. Well. Unlike those people, I find your-- abrasiveness endearing, I suppose. You won't have to worry about that with me.

[ Offering him the mouthpiece, she turns her head just so, to offer him a pointy-toothed grin. ]

[death_glare]

Yet another thing I don't believe I will ever understand about you.

[ He gives her a look back that's not nearly as icy cold as it usually is. Seems the relaxing qualities of the tobacco and alcohol are doing their job nicely. William raises a hand to turn down the pipe, instead opting to take another swig from the wine bottle. ]

[untodeath]

[ There's an amused breath from her, at that! With both goods in his possession, she'll just have to grant William her full attention! Shifting to her hip, she turns to fold her arms over his knees. ]

Unfortunately, we aren't here to explore my mysteries.

[death_glare]

[ With both hands busy, William instead shifts his legs in a weak attempt to get Grell to move. ]

Must you? My mood was finally improving.

[ It's a comment on both Grell's increasing encroachment on his personal space, along with her hint that they should continue their talk from earlier. ]

[untodeath]

[ His meager attempt only seems to entertain Grell - and yet, she manages to remind herself that William is here for a purpose, and if she is too overbearing this time, he's likely to leave before they can accomplish anything at all. ]

Oh, fiiine, then.

[ Hands slipping from his lap, she instead takes hold of the cushion on either ide of him, to pick herself up, standing over him. ]

You know I've trouble resisting you, Will.

[ And yet, it's only for a brief moment, as she's next twirling to plop her bottom back into the seat beside him. ]

In any case! You can't be that curious. [ Enough to know, anyway. ]

[death_glare]

Yes, I am well aware.

[ Stated blandly as he keeps eye contact with her until she sits, once more. It's then that he pushes the wine bottle back into her hands, if only to keep them occupied. ]

You are willing to listen to me, so I would be willing to return the favour, if you feel you need it.

[untodeath]

[ Goodness, if that eye contact doesn't her her all HOT and bothered! The confidence - the lack of unease or intimidation! Grell's jagged teeth press into her bottom lip, as she takes that wine bottle to cradle against her chest. ]

Mn... [ Focus, Grell. Focus. ] Alright, I'll spare a bit of honesty, since you've decided to trust me with the same.

[ But first, she's going to readjust her hold on the bottle, raising it to her lips for another healthy gulp of wine.

Exhaling, she takes the moment to savor its finish while gathering her thoughts. ]

What was it, then? Why I'm so taken with you?

[death_glare]

Hm.

[ He hums a reply as he's risen the hookah nozzle back to his mouth. There's two short puffs in succession before a long stream of smoke his released, slowly dissipating in the cool night's air. ]

Honestly, I do not understand what it is you're drawn to.

[untodeath]

Of course you don't. [ There's an amused croon, to that! ]

Let's see. [ Idly tracing a fingertip over her chin, she teeters back to rest against the wall behind them, slinging one leg over the other. ]

You're astoundingly attractive, for one! I find your generally dispassionate demeanor to be rather fascinating, as well - perhaps moreso exhilarating, knowing that I can throw off your balance! Adding a bit of fire to that ice, letting off steam, and all that.

[ Pausing, Grell will take another sip, eyes closing with a dreamy hum. ]

And you aren't afraid. I couldn't seem to intimidate you, like I have with the others... [ Teeth working at her bottom lip a bit, she peers over to Will, a girlish blush tinting her cheeks. ] Feels a bit like-- two halves to a whole.

[death_glare]

[ William listens quietly, a few of Grell's answers still leaving questions in his mind. But did he ever really expect to completely understand the way her mind worked? ]

So this stems from all the way back at reaper academy.

[ Now that he thinks about it, Grell had treated him entirely different when they first met. Something that changed drastically by the time their assignment was completed. Odd that he'd never really put that together until now. ]

[untodeath]

[ To William's comment, Grell's brows raise high with a breath of laughter. ]

Yes, ever since then. What, when did it otherwise dawn on you that I harbor these affections? [ If this isn't endearingly hilarious! She has to her hand, holding the neck of the wine bottle, against her lips to help stifle her snickering! ]

[death_glare]

[ With an indignant huff, William sits up, turning to glare at Grell as she laughs. ]

I am not entirely dense, you know.

[ He interrupts that snickering with a hard bash of his fist against the top of Grell's head. ]

It was simply that I did not know what the turning point was. You weren't exactly enamored with me when we were put on assignment together.

[untodeath]

[ Knees coiling up to her chest with a yelp, Grell is left cradling her crown, forehead to her knees! When she peeks up, a flush has kept back to her cheeks, and a grin on her lips! ]

So-- you've realized that it's when you finally stood up to me.

[death_glare]

Well, I certainly wasn't going to allow you to beat up on me for no reason, whatsoever.

[ Apparently, William finds the need to defend his reasoning in this case. Maybe cause he also just had the epiphany that he brought all this affection upon himself. ]

[untodeath]

I'd completely misjudged you.

[ With a careless shrug, the redhead crosses her ankles, wrapping an arm about her knees. The other still has a good hold on that wine bottle, of which she raises to rest her smiling lips against its mouth. ]

Couldn't be happier about it, either. I doubt I'll meet anyone else that holds me together as well as you do.

[death_glare]

Death knows you need someone to.

[ At least that part of their relationship he'd figured out a long time ago.

The hookah's hose is finally released, set aside on the ornate table the devise sits on. He absently wonders just how long they've been seated here, as the drama from the meeting already seems like it was ages ago. That wine bottle's certainly gotten low on its contents. ]

[untodeath]

[ That statement is merely met with a hum - something of agreement - as she swings back said bottle to take another drink. Delicately pressing her thumb to her lips as she swallows, she'll then extend the wine to Will. ]

You're right, Will; I do need you. [ Closing her eyes, she shakes her head. ] --Now, don't expect me to say that often, if ever again.