Lord Death's children's home

[x_Death the Girl_x]

Death the Gal was suddenly absorbed in thought, her unblinking eyes fixed on nothing in particular. She was staring straight past the scum in front of her. Her otherworldly duties were calling her - the Grand Design was marking a lot of people suddenly. A war? Another nuclear disaster? The battle right now seemed tiny in comparison to this new development. What did it mean? Gal's pupils suddenly shrank and dilated, and the pull caused by her instincts stopped. She'd listen to them later. For now, she had what was probably a delayed response to the human's words.

"You give up. That is appropriate and intelligent." Gal drawled after a long pause. Her voice was softer now and while echoey, did not sound particularly threatening. 

"But I cannot let you roam free now. You have given me enough information to seal your demises. If you leave now, I'll utilize it without hesitation. You must follow me peacefully to the DWMA for judgement. I will have you know that we Shinigami do not dispose of our enemies if they prove useful.  It would behoove you to say anything of interest once there."

She began to walk towards them. Gal's wavelength did not relax, though - she expected struggle regardless of he truthful words. Not many enemies were willing to believe ye truth, especially if it was to their favor.

Sure enough, a bomb flew to Gal's torso, and it landed without interference. Her cloak like wavelength had a gaping hole and her wavelength recoiled for a moment away from the hole.Gal smelled magic and her nose wrinkled in disgust at the stench. The magic surrounded Gal and her wavelength shook, horrified, and seemed to condense around Gal to consume those magic remnants. Her cloak reformed with renewed vigor, hiding her blotchy red skin with her partly scorched shirt. Gal lifted a hand to her stomach in discomfort. That had smarted...

"Your unholy magic has touched me. Disgusting. I cannot forgive that!"

She settled for a steady march forward, but then she stopped suddenly but a few feet away from the two. Her light orange eyes glowed at the human's sudden show of emotion and something inside of her stirred. It was quickly smothered by her Shinigami blood and Gal felt something in her scream in impotence.

Her pupils shrank and dilated again as she cracked her neck with a sharp turn. Her eyes were still unblinking and the moment of impotence died. More importantly, the witch was leaving.

"I AM NOT FINISHED WITH YOU!" Gal thundered and the nearby viscosity shook because of the powerful echo her holler caused. The youthful Shinigami suddenly procured a strange flat and small object with a Shinigami insignia from her skirt and hurled it at the witch with another yell. It stuck on as the witch took her leave. Gal murmured ancient words in the language of the Dead, her voice breathy and hollow, and she made a few strange motions with her hands. Gal could feel the physical seal suddenly appear on the witch's soul. It would now be an irremovable seal on the witch. It couldn't affect her magic or otherwise impede her, but it sure as hell would prove useful to her father. It had a Shinigami's blessing over it. That witch was finished once Gal completed the ritual under her breath.

Death the Gal's composure changed in an instant, and she was as cool as ice again, running a hand through her dark hair after she finished the small ritual. That ritual drained her considerably, but the shinigami was not about to show that. She was tired of this conflict. She needed to find out what was going on. Why were so many going to die? What in Death's name did it mean? It worried her.

"This game comes to a close now. I tire of this mess." She deadpanned and held her partners firmly, eyes focused like a hawk's, as unblinking as ever.

"I believe negotiation is still an option. Your witch gave her answer: her fate is sealed. Yours is still changeable. Make your choice. I will not ask again."  

[x_Death the Girl_x]

Death the Gal's head was beginning to feel light. She was feeling less and less connected to this world and more and more closer to the dead, her domain. But something kept pulling her back to this plane of reality. This situation - this mess that arose on a relatively peaceful day. She had to finish her business here so she could deal with the dead.

'No!' Something inside of her stirred. 'You're going to finish this business so you can turn your weapons into Deathscythes! You're not ready to take over the dead!'

But of course she was. She was a GODDESS. It was her duty.

'Not yet it isnt! You and Kid promised that you would gain prestige on your own, not just because of who you were born! Kishins before reaping!'

Ah, but that was so long ago. A childish dream. The dead were calling now, and Gal didnt want to keep those souls waiting.

'Kishins before reaping!' The voice kept chanting that in her head and Gal groaned. The dead were still murmuring in her ears and she was beginning to feel overwhelmed, so Gal closed her eyes.

She was almost happy when a hand shot her out of her reverie and grabbed her by the neck, pushing her aganist some wall. Gal slowly opened her orange eyes and saw the human again. The problem that needed to be resolved.

She almost asked him to repeat himself but realized that was a stupid thing to do. Gal knew why he grabbed her like that. Her pupils shank and dilated a couple of times as she commanded that everything shut up in her head. The voice stopped and the murmurs of the dead lowered considerably. She blinked.

"I cannot. I could not remove it if I wanted to. That is my father's seal, not mine; I merely activated it. That traitor would have met her end regardless. ld worry more about yourself than that witch." She drawled, eyes locked on his hateful ones.

"I assume all diplomacies are closed now." She took her partners out and whacked the sword away from her heart.

"Consider this game finished." Gal disappeared into her wavelength and attempted to pry the fingers away. Her neck hurt - it left angry red welts on her pearly skin.

"I am the only one who could grant you access to my father, but surely you were aware of that. I may be the fiery short tempered one, but my bretheren is inflexable. He would never offer what I am to you."

Shinigami don't lie. Kid was too strict to ever let something like that happen. Only Gal would go to such measures to extract usefulness from the enemy. Wartime had taught her how to negociate, and this was why Gal rarely lost. This was clearly a victory, so the Shinigami inside was dancing for joy. And that was how the weak human side of her overpowered the vunerable and prideful shinigami.

Gal took a few steps away and took a huge breath. Her smokey wavelength was sucked into her mouth and nose and Gal tilted her head back, closing her eyes. She gave a small hum of satisfaction as she sucked the last bit of it in. Gal opened her eyes - they were now honey gold. She didn't even have to connect any Sanzu lines for this encounter.

Now she was thinking straight and the dead no longer called her. Gal was Gal again. She refused to let the fatigue settle in though.

Gal nodded and began to walk towards Shibusen. The human would surely follow. Anyone could attempt to breach the school - it had happened many times before - but no one could reach Shinigami-sama. Unless he left the Netherworld. Or a Shinigami opened a portal for a human, like she had done with her partners.

She was his only option and they both knew it. So Gal continued to walk down, keeping her hands over the hilts of her weapons but not looking back once.

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