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]

[ Jaw tensing, Grell can feel a bit of moisture at her eye, as well - surely, out of anger-- for the man that presented himself as cruel and emotionless, whose affection she pined over for more than a hundred years, is weakened and lovesick over a woman who would dare abandon her child and the man that needed her.

Briefly, her hand fists in the fabric of his trousers. ]

--Of course you did.

[ She, too, can't keep her voice from wavering. It isn't usual for her to restrain herself in this way; it hasn't been for a long time.

Seeing his reddened eyes might be a reminder of why it's turned out this way. With her hold loosening, she raises a hand to smooth down the back of his hair fondly, stopping to rest at his neck. ]

Only a monster wouldn't.

[death_glare]

[ William rubs at his eyes under his frames so that none of those tears will dare roll down his face. This is so humiliating to him, even if Grell is being more supportive than he ever would have imagined. ]

What does that make me, then? I shouldn't have opened myself up to begin with.

[ Unfortunately, a few rebellious tears escape down his cheeks, dripping upon the hand Grell has resting on his knee. ]

[untodeath]

Anything but that.

[ Shaking her head, she'll allow her arms to shift down to his middle, chin atop his shoulder, as she embraces him loosely. ]

I-- see a man that internalizes so greatly that he must find an outlet in which to bury his anguish. Men are not designed for perfection, Will; we can only hope to find another that will understand us, and forgive our mistakes.

[death_glare]

[ A soft sniff and he raises his head more, gazing out across the courtyard. He goes through this nearly every night. Hoping to get home on time, even though there's no longer anything to go home to. Then spending the time there alone and regretful. This is the first time he's heard someone else's view. It'd odd how you can never come to new conclusions once you get stuck in your own stubborn mindset about something. ]

Since when did you become the logical one?

[ It's not said in an insulting way, but instead he's disappointed in himself. ]

[untodeath]

[ That earns a faint and amused breath from the redhead. ]

It hardly seems my style, I know. [ With a tilt of her head, she offers him a lopsided smile, even if his attention might be elsewhere. ] In any case, I can't say that I've done very well in that field, myself. We all do what we must to get by!

[death_glare]

Honestly, I don't know how you got me to speak about this. But, I will admit I feel...better. Slightly.

[ He finally looks back at her and gives a short nod. His way of saying thank you. ]

[untodeath]

[ When their gazes meet, there's a touch of warmth to Grell's eyes. Leaning in, she'll dare to place a kiss on his cheek, brief but heartfelt! ]

I'm glad that you did. And should you ever need to again, my temple is always open to you, my darling.

[death_glare]

I will offer the same, then. Though, I do not know how good I will be with advice, or physical consoling.

[ It's hard to admit, but the gentle touches, though not usually welcome, somehow helped, as well. ]

[untodeath]

[ Oh, now her lips are even parting into a grin, shoulders raising as she smiles! ]

Really, Will? Oh, that's dreadfully sweet!

[death_glare]

It's merely courteous.

[untodeath]

[ Ah, that's her William! With an amused croon, she'll give him a bit of a squeeze, turning her face to nuzzle into his shoulder! ]

Even so, I'll take it~♥!

[death_glare]

[ Oh how quickly things ar falling back to how they usually were! ]

Alright, that's enough.

[ With a palm to her forehead, he pushes her back enough to release him entirely. ]

[untodeath]

[ With an undignified sort of yip, Grell's rolls off the cushions, knee hitting the table just enough to smart! ]

Ah-aaaaa-- Wiiiill! [ Pushing herself up to cradle her knee with a pout, Grell bats her lashes up at him. ] That hurt♥

[death_glare]

Good.

[ Is it weird that this is somehow more comforting than the gentle words and touches from a moment ago? What is this odd relationship they have? ]

[untodeath]

[ Goodness, if THAT just doesn't make her blush a little brighter! Nibbling at her bottom lip, she'll giggle, delighted to see him feeling right again. ]

Mn, yes. [ Crawling right back up to plop down next to William, she'll lace her fingers over her knees, eyeing him with all the admiration in the world. ] I suppose it is.

[death_glare]

[ Just shaking his head because he really doesn't get you, Grell. ]

I should be getting back to my temple, then.

[ He'd gotten it out and was now feeling relieved and almost like himself again. Standing, he once again collects his jacket. ]

[untodeath]

[ The smile on Grell's face slacks as she blinks in confusion. She really shouldn't be surprised that he'd hope to leave, but it still seems too soon! ]

Will, are you sure--? [ Just in case, she'll raise herself to her feet, in favor of seeing him out - and if he'll allow it, she'll hook a hand into the crook of his arm. ] You'd be welcome to stay, you know!

[death_glare]

Positive.

[ He pulls his arm free of Grell's grasp. ]

I need to get some rest. Tonight has been... exhausting. To say the least.

[untodeath]

[ With a pout, Grell lowers her arms to cross over her middle. ]

Yes, well. I suppose you ought to get some sleep, then! [ Stepping to face him, an idle grin takes her features. ] But, if you find yourself unable, just give me a ring-- okay♥?

[death_glare]

I will be fine.

[ He probably won't be, entirely. But it's not weighing on him as heavily as he's used to. Hopefully the substantial amount of liquor he's consumed with help him fall asleep quickly. ]

[untodeath]

[ Shoulders rising and falling with a sigh, Grell's upturned brows press together. They're impossible. ]

As fine as you've ever been, surely. I hope you dream sweetly, William.

[death_glare]

I have not dreamt in a long time.

[ And with that final, rather depressing comment, William exits to return to his own temple. ]