Death The Kid
11-07-08, 02:10 PM
Kid had finally made it, the next town in his eternal search to rid the world of all those that would oppress the common people, and so stop those that would inconvenience the better off. He was the keeper of the balance; he was the reaper that guided souls into the next life. He was Death. Strolling into town with his scythe resting in his backpack, it looked as if he didn’t notice it was there, the weight felt so natural on his back.
“Oy Kid!?” Kid was hailed by a watchman, this towns personal form of law enforcement, He was a hulking man and stood over 6 foot tall, towering the young boy. “That’s an offensive weapon that is, what’cha doing with it?”
“I’m a farmer; would you happen to know if there is any work around here?” Kid had been asked many times about the scythe, so he knew the answer. No one was smart enough to realise that farmers didn’t often have their own tools, but here was a flimsy looking 14 year old with a personalized black one.
“Not round ‘ere lad, you best be getting out of here quick like. Not a good place for a smart boy like you bloody thieves everywhere. Personally I don’t blame ‘em, it’s the rich folk that are stealing from the poor in the first place.” For a brute, the law enforcer seemed quite intelligent; he talked funny, but so did most where they married their cousins.
“I think I will be ok for the night? If you could just point me to the nearest inn I would be grateful.” Kid said with his soothing voice, he was so well spoken and seemed like such a nice boy that no one wanted to argue with him, if he asked for something he would probably get it with interest. When he spoke, no one wanted to disappoint him. The officer raised his huge hand and pointed towards a rundown building. “Thank you.” Kid said simply before walking towards the tavern.
The building was...less than desirable, it was noisy inside and the sign reading “The Devils Mane” was hardily inviting, However Kid had been in much worse and wasn’t about to really complain. In a place full of misfits, no one was really going to notice another.
Kid took his time to analyse everyone down at the bar before taking his back u the stairs to sleep. As the backpack hit the floor, the scythe blade twanged against the floor. Kid had been travelling for hours, he really did need sleep. He closed the door to the single room, thinking it had locked, he put his head on the pillow and dreamt of fluffy black skeletal sheep jumping over a gorge of green fire.
“Oy Kid!?” Kid was hailed by a watchman, this towns personal form of law enforcement, He was a hulking man and stood over 6 foot tall, towering the young boy. “That’s an offensive weapon that is, what’cha doing with it?”
“I’m a farmer; would you happen to know if there is any work around here?” Kid had been asked many times about the scythe, so he knew the answer. No one was smart enough to realise that farmers didn’t often have their own tools, but here was a flimsy looking 14 year old with a personalized black one.
“Not round ‘ere lad, you best be getting out of here quick like. Not a good place for a smart boy like you bloody thieves everywhere. Personally I don’t blame ‘em, it’s the rich folk that are stealing from the poor in the first place.” For a brute, the law enforcer seemed quite intelligent; he talked funny, but so did most where they married their cousins.
“I think I will be ok for the night? If you could just point me to the nearest inn I would be grateful.” Kid said with his soothing voice, he was so well spoken and seemed like such a nice boy that no one wanted to argue with him, if he asked for something he would probably get it with interest. When he spoke, no one wanted to disappoint him. The officer raised his huge hand and pointed towards a rundown building. “Thank you.” Kid said simply before walking towards the tavern.
The building was...less than desirable, it was noisy inside and the sign reading “The Devils Mane” was hardily inviting, However Kid had been in much worse and wasn’t about to really complain. In a place full of misfits, no one was really going to notice another.
Kid took his time to analyse everyone down at the bar before taking his back u the stairs to sleep. As the backpack hit the floor, the scythe blade twanged against the floor. Kid had been travelling for hours, he really did need sleep. He closed the door to the single room, thinking it had locked, he put his head on the pillow and dreamt of fluffy black skeletal sheep jumping over a gorge of green fire.