post-trial garbage feelings

[ballisdeath]

[ The campfire is still roaring. S'mores supplies are hanging around the area. There's still a faint scent of copper on the air, for those who can really recognize it.

Leon is leaning against Mami on one of the logs around the fire. He's been acting like he's uncaring-- and a lot of it stems from bitterness that this happened to him and he had to watch it AGAIN. But he's calmed down now. He actually looks rather peaceful, if a bit weathered.

There's also now a pizza sitting on another nearby seat. It's cheese and a little cold. ]

Spell didn't work. Delivery man practically blinked out of existence. I thought I'd try since... look at all of us now.

[ That's all he murmurs. Join the campfire? ]

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[love_seriously]

[ Give her a second to reboot. She doesn't really have the same concept of like, grim reapers or whatever that someone from Earth might have, but she IS a priestess. So, "death god" is kinda... ]

W-wait, hold on...so, you're not like...like, a GOD-god, right? That sounds more like an angel or something than a god.

[ Are you an ANGEL, Ichigo??? Let's see your wings. ]

[bladeisme]

Not really an angel either.

[HEADSCRATCH TIME.]

I'm more like a glorified escort service, I guess?

[He shrugs.]

Though I can stand on the air, so...

[love_seriously]

[ If we weren't in post-murder numbness time, this would probably be getting a much louder reaction. As it is, she still kind of stares at him, trying to figure out where to slot this new information into her view of reality. Probably in the "more magical bullshit" file. ]

...that's kinda nuts.

But, wait...you said you can...see dead people? Like, their souls?