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[[ For the sake of sanity, ENTER Reaper double from wherever he had come from before. He’s been in here for a while now. ]]


Now he was getting anxious. Really anxious. He’d been in this huge mansion for…what? Days? Probably a week or so. Good couple of weeks. He really hadn’t kept track. He just knew that it had been days since that Commie Robot had knocked on the door and asked for the owner. He knew that he’d been in this place all by himself for days, and as far as he knew, no one had come to visit. If they did it was in that huge cave under the house, and it would’ve had to have been while he was sleeping.

So, he was lounging about in this huge mansion for days just waiting. Waiting for someone to come, or for some idea of what he could do. Strange was gone, most of the heroes were still gone. As far as he knew, he really couldn’t do anything about that. The original Reaper was sitting with Cat at Edels…so he wasn’t even thinking about doing anything that resembled work right now.
So…all he could do was sit here and continue to do nothing but wait. This place was supposed to be some kind of good-guy base, so it seemed like a good idea to wait here and see if anyone returned. Anyone that could do something about the missing heroes.

He’d finally gotten bored of the large house, so now he was getting…cravings. He’d lived in a large house kind of like this when he was a child. This was the kind of house he should have been entitled to after he grew up. But…it was safe to say that he was out of that will. So he’d taken advantage of being the only one in the mansion at first, acted like it was his own home, then he grew bored of it. And without anything to keep his attention, he had more than enough time to think about his obsession. He was tempted to go back down into the Cave and play around down there again. Maybe he’d finally figure out how to use the computer at try number seventy-two. Or play around with some of the souvenirs all over the place down there. Then again, there was a really nice ride that he could try to hot-wire. Anything, anything to get his mind off blood. Off picking the little bats off of the ceiling and peeling them apart just to make paintings on the floor.

With a groan, he rolled himself over in the large sofa he was lying in and stared at the empty fireplace across from him. For the heck of it, he let it fill up with some of his ebony fire and let it crackle over nothing. When that didn’t work to keep his attention, he began shifting through his now various forms. Perhaps he could create a new one. Or something a little more unique. Some of the heroes did have a point…a skeleton in a bloody cloak with a scythe was a little cliché. Okay, it was really cliché, even if the bones themselves were stained red with blood. But…it came with the powers. So let’s see….fleshy human form…skeletal, stained red Reaper form….inky black Blood form….inky black, glowing kryptonite and dark cloak skeletal Blood Reaper….complete monstrous Blood creature and Kryptonite form…what else could he do to mix it up?

Reaper jumped and instantly reverted back into his human form. He stared curiously at the doorway for a moment, then slipped into his stream of black fire for a hurried entrance into the hallway. From there he reformed himself and carefully walked down the long hall towards the main entrance. Someone running the doorbell...so it was safe to say that it was just someone looking for the owner of the house. That was fine. He'd nibbed enough in this large house that he could try to play himself off as the owner. Or, he could just say that he was watching over the house while...Wayne was it?...was gone. Let's see then...his red outfit wasn't exactly the best thing to be wearing. How about...black jeans, a white button up, and...eh, we'll just go with socks. Casual enough right?

As his outfit morphed into something a little less conspicuous, he ran a hand through his dark hair to try and clean it up a bit. Didn't want to look like he was just lazing about. In case it was someone who really knew the guy who lived here. As he got closer to the door, he tried to get a gauge on who was on the other side of the door before opening it. The heartbeats were abnormally fast...their thoughts were racing, he couldn't get a good read on the two, though they seemed to be young. And two were animals. They were just kids and their pets then...shouldn't be too much for him to worry about.

Carefully, he opened the door and positioned himself inside the small opening. He looked down at the two thoughtfully for a moment before speaking. "Yes? Can I help you?"

A while passed of them talking and Impulse still stared at the man, squinting one eye suspiciously and looking him over many times. Her nose scrunched as little children do when they're having a hard time with something. Her mind was bouncing back and forth between "good" and "bad" for this character. He seemed nice, but they always did. But if he wanted them gone, he would have done it by now, though attacking them without being sure of any powers might be unwise. Still, if he was still here and not hightailing it out, he must have had some kind of guts, not to mention him answering the door and risking answering to someone like Robin. Then again, perhaps he did have jouristiction over the place. Perhaps Alfred did leave him in charge. Alfred. She looked down, biting her lip as she processed the news.
Impulse peered around him, still holding back her growling cat from jumping out of her jacket and clawing the man's face; it seemed Nymphs didn't like him either. Impulse tried taking a look inside the mansion, wondering if this dude may have trashed it. After a few seconds, she felt suddenly impatient again and fidgeted with her jacket, still holding her wild beast at bay. She cleared her throat. "Ahem, can we come in now?" She stared up at him with unsatisfied eyes, wondering how he'd fare. If he had something in there, he wouldn't let them in. But if he didn't let them in, they'd come in another way. Meh, so she got themselves inside; this didn't make them any safer. Still, the animals would settle after getting space from this man.