[ WEEK THREE – KILL LOG (UNDERTAKER) ]

[sheriffexe]

[ It's late. Extremely late. Dead of the night type late and when Undertaker comes to, it will be on a pile of bones. At least, that's what they feel like considering how dark it is. The entire floor seems to crack and crumble with every slight press against it and and the air feels very, very still.

If Undertaker looks up, he will see a large hole in the ceiling, slight bits of light coming from very high up but not enough to illuminate the location but enough to show that this place, is pretty far underground.

After a moment, the Sheriff's head appears in the light and he seems to be holding a flashlight. ]

You ain't dead yet, right? Good. Sending someone down for ya in a bit. Don't make it a whole... thing, thanks. Be seein' you, partner.

[ Then he drops the flashlight down into the pit and there's when the rest of it is revealed. Smooth stone walls in a perfect circle, floor covered in human remains, and one very large pile of weapons, all crusted over in dried blood in one way or another. A lot don't even match the theme of the setting, showing modern day pistols and even a medieval flail.

For all those comments about fights to the death, it looks like this actually is one. ]

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[hehehehe]

[ Well this was certainly unexpected! But Undertaker doesn't seem too put off about it. Given the recent couple of weeks here, he knew that at some point he'd be the one next to die. Ah, well, at least he has some experience with whole dying bit. But this time he wouldn't be taking his own life, more like, he'd be fighting to take the life of someone else. It was...interesting and he can't help but laugh about it.

He won't say a word as he finally gets up, even if it was comfy, and goes over to look at the weaponry strewn about the pile. If there's a scythe laying in there he'll pick it up, because he's missing his own death scythe right about now. ]

[hydrokinetics]

[While Undertaker's looking over his weaponry options, Percy seems to materialize out of nowhere from the shadows. He sticks to the dark, out of the direct light from the overhead hole and the flashlight's beam. He watches Undertaker for a moment, walking very slowly to avoid the shifting of bones and more noise than necessary.

So. The guy's a Slash-wannabe, large and dark and all the same Percy isn't entirely worried. Murder games he doesn't understand, but fighting to the death isn't unusual by this point. He has a loose plan in mind, but at the same time? He doesn't know what he's up against and he stays tucked up out of the light as long as possible.]

So. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Got a preference?

[hehehehe]

[ Whether or not he hears or senses Percy is entirely unknown, but he sure doesn't flinch or jump when a sudden voice speaks to him. He might turn with a slight grin on his face back towards the other before he laughs a little. Entirely inappropriate given the circumstances, but it's not like the Undertaker was normal by any stretch of the imagination. ]

Oho? You're the one whose to murder me, is that it? [ He can't help but laugh because as a shinigami he was used to seeing death all the time. Experiencing it was so much different though. ]

Should we put on a show, I wonder?

[hydrokinetics]

[The laughter should bother him, but it doesn't. Actually, it surprisingly settles him. He's used to people laughing in his face, used to facing opponents in a fight to the death, and instead he schools his face into a look of indifference.]

Something like that, sure. Your guess to why you and I are here is about as good as mine. [But he shifts again, moving a bit in the flickers of light.] We could put on a show I guess, or you could just give up. That'd probably make this quick.

[hehehehe]

[ He's glad that someone isn't put off by it. At least he'll have a good time knowing that some people here could appreciate his humor, or at least, brush it off. But was so much more entertaining when they reacted to it. ]

Straight and to the point. I do enjoy that. You humans have always had a roundabout way when it comes to death. [ He smiles. ]

It makes it so much less fun that way. [ But he'll shrug. Thinking on he's rather indifferent towards the whole thing. Honestly he rather just die without a fight. ]

Which weapon will you choose? [ He motions towards the pile now. ]

[hydrokinetics]

[He raises an eyebrow.] You're weirdly calm about this even for not being human. [He doesn't know what Undertaker is, but he can read between the lines.]

Probably…[He sorts through the pile, drawing up a sword. It's different than what he's used to, but with a few test swings he tests the weight.] It's better to stick to what you know, isn't it?

[hehehehe]

I am a shinigami, death is our occupation and we have all succumbed to it before we became one. Why should one fear what they have already experienced and what they know will come to pass? [ He giggles as he watches the young man. Curious to see what weapon he chose. A sword, how noble of you Percy. ]

Ah, but it is sad that I couldn't have more fun while I was here. [ He was looking forward to it, honestly. ]

[hydrokinetics]

[...wait.] I don't really know what a shinigami is, but that sounds more like a grim reaper than anything. [Little does he know.] You're telling me you've died before?

[The sword's in his grip, but the fact that he's paused seems to mean he's debating something. He won't reveal his hand, but if he can keep Undertaker talking for a moment Percy can play his cards right. He hopes. His eyes do drift back to the pile of weapons though.]

What were you even planning to do?

[hehehehe]

Grim reaper, shinigami, we have many names of course. [ he smiles. ]

Of course. I was the one who did it. Thus is our punishment, being made into the ones who watch over death. [ What was he planning to do? ]

I wonder. I'm not sure if anything needed to be done here. As an undertaker I was going to look after the bodies. After all someone was going to have to do it.

[ But he's certain someone else has it under control, since those who died last week were buried just fine without him. ]

[hydrokinetics]

Sounds like a pretty terrible punishment. [In a way, he feels bad. On the other hand, he has to remind himself why he's doing this. What he's doing this for. He has a purpose to live and survive and feeling sorry for someone will only delay the inevitable.

But, of course, there's time to be smart about it. Undertaker is giving him that, and he slowly puts down the sword and picks up a rifle instead, checking it for bullets. If he doesn't think about it, he won't be afraid of messing up this shot.]

Maybe this way you can look after the bodies and souls of the people who've already died. Is that possible? [He can't believe he's having this conversation as he gives the rifle a once-over. This shouldn't be hard, should it? Just like a video game. Just like...well, if his mother could do it, so can he.]

[hehehehe]

Life should not be so easily thrown away. That is why it is so severe. [ After all you're only given one chance. ]

Perhaps if the after life is still the same here. After all who knows what happens to us after this place? We might even be sent back home. [ Not that he cared, but he was quite busy back at home too.

At this point it's hard to say if he's just being blissfully unaware for it to go smoothly or if he just doesn't mind being killed. ]

[hydrokinetics]

I don't think the afterlife's the same here. [But instead, he shakes his head to shake off his nerves. Deeming the rifle to be acceptable, he holds holds it up to line up the shot seemingly with Undertaker's head.]

But I agree. Life shouldn't be so easily thrown away. That's why I'm playing. I have things to get back to. A life to live.

[His finger inches toward the trigger, and yet he still stalls.] Any other last words you'd like to say?