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HISAKO HAD AVOIDED death a great many times throughout her long, long life. seven hundred and fifty years of existing on this little blue and green ball, it had felt as if death had been trying to collect its dues on her since she passed the first century of her life. men who had been too greedy and too arrogant, getting caught in the throes of war and destruction, even the mundane accidents that would have killed anyone else without her talents, - she's pretty sure she almost got trampled by a horse once - quite so it seemed that the thing she avoided didn't like to be kept waiting.
TOO BAD. for now it was the twenty first century, and she had gone home after a long day of couple of funerals and several emails sent out to various people. her home was not far from the mortuary she owned, only several blocks; so it was, that when she ahd gone home, all she had done was switch off the lights after consuming dinner and falling into her bed. not even bothering to change from the black formal dress she wore.
what she had NOT expected, in the routine of her daily life in san francisco, was for death to once more attempt to take what it felt was rightfully its own. the slithering sounds and booming voice had made quick work of waking her from her slumber, as she fell quickly to the floor and then rose back with equal haste, purple static flickering about her hands as she gazed upwards at the shape. her eyes spoke of fear, yet her posture and tone spoke of defiance. DEATH WILL NOT CLAIM THIS ONE.
" you, - shinigami, - i've heard that many times. you think taking that form is going to scare me ?? you don't know what kind of magic you're dealing with. "
she backed to the wall of her bedroom, violet electricity about her hands increasing in frequency and violence. she didn't get this far by being a PUSHOVER, after all.
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#.| for the dead rise twice |. - thread#closed thread#closed reply#bracebeast#bracebeast - orias#.| the woman who fought death |. - main verse#reply#hisako said fuck death hNUJFSNF
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