[Ryuk thumps one fist into his open palm, looking terribly pleased, as if he'd somehow come up with that answer himself and NOT had it supplied to him again by Lucius.
Then he sobers.. for a given version of sober. His version of it.]
Listen, Mr. Wizard. There's one a you, and there's a whole lot of those 'moggles' around. And not all of them are eyeing you like you're their savior. [He raises a hand and wiggles his fingers in a grotesque parody of a wave at the nearest of them, which recoil with cautious alarm. Ryuk lowers his voice.]
Maybe you can do magic. Maybe you can't, for the same reasons I'm not a shinigami anymore. But them.. I'd be careful of them if I were you. They seem to believe these lil papers they keep handing out, even if they don't, and humans do weird things when scared enough. Dangerous things.
[He straightens up, stuffing his own pamphlets in the collar of his too-tight shirt, where they sit fluttering against the decorational feathers there.]
And that'd be a crying shame, cuz I wanna see you when what they think's gonna happen, happens. You die before then, and there's nothing interesting at all anymore.
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[Ryuk thumps one fist into his open palm, looking terribly pleased, as if he'd somehow come up with that answer himself and NOT had it supplied to him again by Lucius.
Then he sobers.. for a given version of sober. His version of it.]
Listen, Mr. Wizard. There's one a you, and there's a whole lot of those 'moggles' around. And not all of them are eyeing you like you're their savior. [He raises a hand and wiggles his fingers in a grotesque parody of a wave at the nearest of them, which recoil with cautious alarm. Ryuk lowers his voice.]
Maybe you can do magic. Maybe you can't, for the same reasons I'm not a shinigami anymore. But them.. I'd be careful of them if I were you. They seem to believe these lil papers they keep handing out, even if they don't, and humans do weird things when scared enough. Dangerous things.
[He straightens up, stuffing his own pamphlets in the collar of his too-tight shirt, where they sit fluttering against the decorational feathers there.]
And that'd be a crying shame, cuz I wanna see you when what they think's gonna happen, happens. You die before then, and there's nothing interesting at all anymore.