Pocket Full of Dreams (open)

[DEATH]

A crowd has gathered outside the club on the pavement to watch two paramedics work on a patient to keep him breathing. The man had drunk too much and passed out outside the club. Unseen by the people who have come to watch a figure stands behind the dying man. Slowly the mysterious man kneels down and puts a hand on the dying mans forehead. "Though this is your time to pass it is not the end of your journeys. It is time for you to pass on to another plane of existence". Death breaths out slowly onto the dying mans face, as he does the mans breathing and heart stops.

Standing again Death walks silently through the people who had come to watch. Recently his job has taken him to the bar. Young men and women who have come to drown their worries and problems with alcohol. Looking at the ground Death enters the club and glances at each person and sees their deaths, so many senseless deaths. Taking a seat at a nearby table. He doesn't order drinks, he just stares at the table, the air around him noticeably colder than the rest of the club.

[Cerberus]

Ignoring the scene of someone dead, recent or not, is almost impossible. Some can’t handle to the sight of a motionless body lying anywhere near them, quickly relocating due to fear, disgust or discomfort. Others couldn’t even handle the sound of the scene; the ambulance’s scream of trouble, the muttering reactions of idiotic bystanders or the weeping of any acquaintance of the person. For the Bahamian, however, it was something much different. Something none of the humans around would understand. The smell.

‘Can we-?’
‘No.’
‘Just the top half?’
‘No, guys.’
‘You know you want a leg’
‘…Shut it.’

Mentally arguing with yourself would be a sign of insanity for some, especially when the argument is over what would appear to be cannibalism. A schizophrenic cannibal and the devil’s dog in a disguise are commonly mistaken like that. Cerberus had taken a place at the bar of the club, away from the door as possible. The smell was ecstasy, and would flow towards his tempted senses every time the doors were opened. Sipping on a beer to distract himself, he paused mid swig when another scent blended with the pure bliss of fresh meat. This obviously high entity was bathed in a smell Cerberus knew just as well; Souls, and the presence alone left a frigid tingle. Death was near, though truly it was no surprise, but it could get a little awkward.

[Aiden Harris]

(oops wrong account xP)

Without even looking up from the table top Death speaks to the guardian of Hells gates. "Dont you even make a move to donut dog, I send that boys spirit onwards to wherever he is destined to go and he will have a good funeral, he will not be food to satisfy your three drooling heads". His voice is not raised, never raise. Death speaks calmly. "Go find some old bone to chew on".

Slowly Death stands and walks over to where Cerberus is and stands beside him. ""Find. replacement did you? Or has your lord let you have a little down time. Why would you want to come here in the first place? Get bored of the food choices downstairs perhaps. Just remember that every time you kill someone you get to see cutting them loose". "You know you're not exactly inconspicuous at all, you do stand out quite a bit".

[Cerberus]

Even his human ear twitched to being addressed, even the rude choice of words was responded with a laugh. A low one, more to himself, but he knew Death could hear it. Even a dog’s mind wasn’t safe from that guy. He didn’t say anything at first, his sensitive hearing picking up even his ghost like motions. He waited until the horseman was next to him, before turned his head to look right at the other man “Are you giving me permission to chew on you?” He asked with a calm smile, just trying not to laugh at the very idea. Making a friendly joke at Death…this was not how he had planned his time on earth. Surprises are always surprising, aren’t they?

He looked at the physical shape in front of him, concluding that it was a decent look for him. Looked human definitely, yet still had the right amount of mystery and eeriness about it at the same time. Though, that could just be him; who knew. “Even inside dogs need some time out. ” He noted, taking a slow drink before continuing. “I don’t get it though, why do you care about the bodies? I thought you only handle the soul part of humans.” He asked, turn a tiny bit to face the personification. “If anything, aren’t I just cleaning up the other half of the deal? ”

[DEATH]

"Chew on me, you're welcome to try but I don't think you'd be happy with what you get. I'm just an animated skeleton remember, no flesh on me. This body you see I can change out of the moment you try to knaw on my bones. Though if you did get a lock on you'd be the first to see what I really look like under that cloak, no one really knows for sure they just assume it's a skeleton". He leans back against the bar on his elbows, resting his head back a little.

"I care for all things no matter what form they are in. Perhaps I have become to attached over the years but I like to see that those who have died too young or before their prime are allowed to be laid to rest in peace, and even after they have been buried I still let a part of my mind stay at their graves just incase something tries to get at them". "I free the soul from its mortal vessel, but that vessel is just as important as the soul. It carried it, gave it life and energy. The soul of the man whose body I now inhabit was good and kind, I hope very much that he went upwards. I could not let his body rott in the wilderness so I took it and healed it".

"If you were with me on a bloody battlefield I probably would not mind so much, but the human who died outside the this club was young, too young to die. He deserves to be left in peace".

[Cerberus]

He simply blinked at Death, blankly pondering the very idea. Truly, it was no idea, since even as another thread in the web of mortal end, he didn’t have a single clue to what laid under that deep hood. Cerberus gave a joking shutter to the very idea, though it came from a rotting fleshed, three headed monster barely called a dog.
“ As much as an honor it would be to see, I think I’ll stick to inanimate bones. ” He took on a serious tone, taking on as if he actually considered mauling the enigma. It didn’t last, before he laughed to his next point. “ At least I know that’s what they are for sure.”

He sensed one of his heads was planning on making a wryly comment as Death began his explanation, but his middle head shushed it. Cerberus was, dare he even think it, curious about the neutral party. Keeping out of the brutal war sounded so hard, especially with so many demons and angels taking their grudges to the streets of the mortal. Yet, though the conversation simply fueled from the over-intoxication of a young man, it seemed to make a lot of sense. Death didn’t sound cruel in his reasoning, but not self righteous ; just fair and logical. The canine gave a small nod, one he didn’t seem entirely to do physically. “ And I thought I take my job serious” His words were not criticizing or demeaning in anyway, but rather a simple, friendly inquiry.

[DEATH]

Death smiles to himself at Cerberus's seeming hesitation to want to see what is under the hood the his cloak. "I can tell you that it's really not as grusome or scarey as most have made it out to be. Sometimes I let the odd mortal see a glimes but always I show the skull, that's what they exspect to see so that's what they'll see". A little playfully he wriggles his fingers in front of the demon, the skin on his fingers and up to his elbow becoming slightly translucent, the muscles, tendons and bone beneath the skin able to be seen. Eventually even all that is gone, leaving behind the bones of his hand and forearm totally exsposed, save a few stripes of muscle to entice Cerberus. But before Cerberus can do anything Death flicks his wrist and his flesh reforms. "Next time a crinal dies you can come along and have your fill, I may care for the souls of all beings but sometimes the body must be destroyed".

"We all have our jobs to and roles to play but it is entirely up to us how we do the job and play the role. "If I chose I could be uncaring and cruel in my duties, simply cutting loose souls without explaining how they have died. I cannot tell them
why, even I do not I have that knowledge. Instead I come to each person the same; I bring them comfort and some degree of understanding. I sometimes do not like my duties but still do them because no one else will".

[Cerberus]

He gave a more certain nod to his words, having seen a thing called television and laughing at the funny portrayal of the man before him.“ That’s the funny part of human imagination; See of hear one thing, and it soars off. It’s always pretty off, but pretty creative ” He grinned, spinning the nearly empty bottle as he spoke. Even Cerberus was grouped into the higher known entities of the damned or heavenly world, being subjected to the most interesting ideas of his existence. He has often depicted as a mortal dog called a Rottiwheeler or something like that, only bigger and three-headed. Those thoughts were shortly interrupted as his hazel eyes fell onto the hand of Death. He felt the corner twitch, his gaze following every step of the weird phenomenon. ‘You bastard…’ He thought, lying his hand on top of the other to hide the tension.

‘Do it.’

A mutual agreement to bite down was no help whatsoever, and neither was the feeling of his temptation being entertaining to the other entity. He felt a now sharpened fingernail drag over the bar’s smooth surface, only stopping its trail when his wrist flicked back to normal. “Please don’t ever do that again ” He muttered bitterly, raising his hand to rake through his matted hair. He peeked back over at Death, his mouth slithering back to a smile. “You’re a generous man”
He thought through those words, physically giving a shrug. “ Can’t enjoy your job all the time. Then it would be hobby. ”

[DEATH]

"I could take any form I wanted at the time of my creation, why would I take on the form of a skeleton? It's not exactly the nicest image for someone to see at the time of their death, some huge cloaked skeleton carrying a scyth coming towards them telling the dying that it's there to set them free. I really don't know where they got the image of the skeleton from, guess they just thought that since people turn to bones after death then that's what I must be since I represent dying and some aspect of the afterlife".

Death just smiles at Cerberus. "Sorry", but he doesn't sound sincere about it at all. "Well at least you've shown that you have some degree of control, that's more than most demons who would usually jump at the oppotunity to strike out and make their move, not that they would have been able to do anything to me. And if you had gone to take a bite I have this neat little trick of been abe to turn myself into a mist like subtance, when you bite down all you'd get is a mouth full of air".

"Maybe generous, sometimes I just like to look out for others, even if it is the guardian of Hell's gates, everyone deserves a break once in a while, and since you're up on earth I though I might as well give you a bit of a treat, I'll come to you when there's a criminal. Imagine the confusion when they find the guys body after you're done with it".

"No, it wouldn't do to have a job that you enjoy doing it just doesn't make sense, it's against some cosmic law or something". Death pauses, looks around then points at a middle aged male walking past. "He will die in three days, gunshot wound. If you can find him by then you can have him; drug dealer, I have no sympathy for them".

[Cerberus]

“ I blame the media”He said only half kidding, taking his nail out of the bar and examining the line he made. He shrugged off a teasing ‘opps’ before getting back to the conversation. “ Seems that’s all humans pay attention to, and however someone like you is depicted in it is how it is. It’s weird ” His nose wrinkled at the end of his rather random observation. Unlike most demons, Cerberus had very little knowledge or understanding of how human’s lives were while they still had real delicious bodies. All he had to do with look scary and take down anyone who tries to escape. That’s a dog’s life.

Hazel eyes rose in his sockets and rolled quickly. “ No, you’re not.” He tried to growl, but it came out as a laugh. He stifled it before continued. “ I may be a monster, but I’m not stupid. From what you explained, there would be no point and hey, I am still a pet. ” He brought a hand up and held up a thick silver chain to prove his last point. It was a much smaller (and WAY lighter) version of his “collar”, even looking a little rustic when analyzed closely. “ Can’t go taking a bite out of my superiors ”

‘Yes you could’
“I like my hide too much, thanks. ”

He smiled wider then before to his title, glad humans didn’t have tails or he would have disgraced the place of Hell. He’d look way too much like a mortal pet, and that was not the best idea. Sure, he already admitted to being a pet, but that was under different circumstances. “ The Reaper is throwing the dog a bone. Just the proposition alone is awesome.” A thick brow arched as he watched another man be pointed out, shifting his broad shoulders a little to get a better look. He tipped his head back slightly and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply as the indicated stranger passed. The luscious scent of living flesh entered his nostrils to bring back a small grin, revealing his teeth had instinctively sharpened to a tiny fraction of their true form. Another scent contained the smell, prickling his nose enough make him sneeze into his sleeve. ‘Stupid mortals’ A voice in his head hissed, mostly referring to the drugs and the structure of the human body. He rubbed the human nose on his face, before bringing it back up to speak. “ Consider your clean-up crew scheduled”

[DEATH]

"No I'm not really, just because I'm Death doesn't mean I have to be depressing and morbid all the time I'm allowed to have a little fun every now and then to break things up aren't I". "You've asked me never to do that again and so I wont, you have my promise, my words and I always intend to keep true to things I say". Death takes a look at the chain around Cerberus's neck. "Even when you're out of your cage they wont let you off the chain huh. Guess it's the same for all of us. I have to be everywhere where people are dying, in every corner of the earth there is a little part of me dealing with their souls, cutting them loose. It can be a little hard on the mind sometimes since at times not all me is in the one place". "You could try biting some people, but as good as it may feel I don't think it would do you any good".

"I'm glad you like the offer, like I said I try to make people around me please, I guess trying to make a little bit of happiness is my way of making up for the sadness that my duty causes. Though to make up for all the souls I've set free it's going to take a lot of doing, one every once in a while shouldn't be too hard I don't think". As Death watches the man he can see little lines coming off of his body and connecting to a few other people in the club. These lines are links, they show who this man is going to sell drugs to and in the end kill. Of course Death could do something to stop him selling the drugs, but that would be interfering with things, and if that person is destined to die then they will, one way or another. "Why not leave a little something when you're done, a hand or something, it'll leave them wondering where the rest of the body went".

[Cerberus]

A hearty glow captured Cerberus’ smirk as he nodded honestly about the topic of fun. “Everyone has to have fun with their existence, or else, what’s the point? We all have a purpose here, but you need to cause some form of shenanigans with abilites, right?” He pulled up from his slouching stances, stretching out his broad arms as he spoke. “ Hey, can’t have a dog without a collar. Wouldn’t want to get caught by the holy catcher without master’s info, if you get what I mean ” He noted, tugging at the chain with a sheepish tone. He didn’t even want to think how problematic that would be. He tipped his head, looking into the eyes of the Reaper. “ But you don’t exactly have a master, do you? Like, aren’t you more of an…entrepreneur…a master-less worker?” He inquired, his Bahamian accent standing out much bolder the usual to the foreign word. He stuck out his tongue in annoyance to his trouble with the word, the long black appendage remaining in his true state.

‘Can’t please everyone all the time.’
‘A fact this one mutt knows too well’

His eyes narrowed, a growl rolling over in his throat to his other head’s snickering. He shook his head before looking back to his conversation partner. He had no idea if the higher ranked entity could hear his other head’s shots. He shrugged, now much more visible since his sitting posture was straightened. He thought carefully, his tongue giving a flick before returning to his mouth. “ I can make that happen. Freaking out humans is what I do. ” Now, it was Cerberus’ turn to wiggle his fingers in Death’s face, though this followed his freak out comment.

[AMON]

"Your chain binds you to your master, through it he gives you commands and can reel you in if you become out of control or act in a way that displeases him. You have lived by the rules of that chain and maybe you know no other way to live. Do you think you could live without a master? With no one to reel you in when you start to lose control. Who exspect your master would give you orders. Can you take the chain off Cerberus?". "I do not want to bring your masters wrath here, nor to you but I simply wonder if you follow your master blindly".

"Yes that is true, I have no true master to speak of. In a way you could say that I am slave to humanity in the way that I must follow them around through time, I must vo to the dying and release their souls to go to Heaven or Hell. But they are not my master because they do not control where I go or who I come to. As much has humans wish to think they can conquer me they cannot, no human can defeat or leash me. There is only one thing I might fear, only one thing". Been not needed, when the angels win Death would no longer be needed.

"I am not human demon, it would take much more than a mutilated body to freak me out. I have walked through every battlefield where humans have waged war, the lives I have seen lost... Nothing can freak me out".

(crappy reply, was rushed)

[Cerberus]

He stared at Death, his human eyes were neither cold nor as warm as they once were during this time. Unlike his two unseen heads, he wasn’t angered by this deep analysis and simply gave a short sniff of the air. No other demons, good. The present issue was how could he explain this to someone who had no master, superior or even a perfectly equal counterpart? “ If you think about it, any dog can live without a master ” He began slowly, scratching the back of his neck near the base of his matted hair. “I read that mortal dogs came from a more superior predator called a wolf, and even regular strays have shown that they don’t need a master to survive. I’m a mythological monster; I can be a “free” demon if I choose. ” He explained, putting his hands up for physical quotations. He didn’t mean it in a disloyally questioning way, but more realistically; Lucifer was the prince of Hell, Demons came from Hell, they followed him. Free wasn’t the right word, but rather independent. Cerberus wasn’t even sure if Death could understand his relationship with the dark prince. “ There IS a difference between a pet and a slave, you know ”

His more calm, friendlier demeanor returned before he spoke again, keeping his now straightened posture. “ There’s also a difference between pet, slave and humble worker. Plus, a leash wouldn’t suit you anyway” He smiled for a moment, before toning down to a more curious look at the mention of a fear. “ Doubt anything you fear could happen, Death. That’d be just weird. ” His nose wrinkled in puzzlement at that, trying to think what could actually rattle the bones of the Reaper. “Good point, but I certainly wouldn’t want to disappoint” He laughed, feeling his other heads had calm themselves and were more anxious with the drug lord’s death then anything.

(No problem, I don’t think it was crappy at all, actually)