Thus, the fairytale from the grave begins...

[gravefairytale]

[A]
[The boundary of life and death could be definite, yet also fragile. One could easily appear, and the next, be back alive in an instant, though there were still instances where a person was fated to stay. It wasn’t Purgatory, and neither was it Hell or Heaven, but merely a conglomeration of where souls could get no further beyond the narrow line.

However, should one happen to stray beyond it, they’d find themselves deep in the dark forest of Id, with the only sounds being the soft crackling of branches being stepped on and the occasional soft call of animals. Despite this, there isn’t a sign of life anywhere, and it seems the more one wanders further, the less hope there is of seeing an end in the forest. The trees start to look all the same, the sky is only ever stuck in nighttime, and it only brings an even more arduous trek no matter which direction is chosen.

But, should they ever persevere and make it to the middle of a clearing, they’ll be rewarded with a well. Which doesn’t seem to be much…unless one takes a glance at the dark-haired man sitting on the rim of it.]

My, my. Seems another has crossed the border. What is your story this time? Come, and sing for me...

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[B]
[Apparently, conductors can have a day off too! If one happens to come across Mär, they might catch him sitting underneath a tree and scrawling in his book. Though, whatever he’s mumbling about, it doesn’t sound too happy.]

Hmm...that’s not right either...

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[C]
[Wildcard prompt! Make up an entirely different scenario, if you so choose. AUS are fine, and serious or super crack, it doesn’t matter.]


((OOC: This is Märchen von Friedhof from the album "Märchen"! He's just a corpseconductor who'll grant revenge for anyone who's "died a noble death" (though he won't be against anyone whose death was violent), from making a stepmother dance until she dies for a princess, or spreading the black plague for a hard-working girl. Of course, since this RP, anything goes, and there'll be no singing in this, just normal conversations. Though if you want to, you can just insert your character's song- or if they don't have one, then just a song that fits them the best.))

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[gravefairytale]

Mm?

[Even though the body he occupied now was a corpse, he could still feel the chill run through. As such, he turns to take a glance at whomever's there.]

Depends. The tale isn't for anyone right now, but when the time comes, it'll be sent off to the one who desires it.

[And then he frowns.] But, right now, it seems my thoughts have been displaced, so it might take longer then was needed.

[hiverlaurant]

That is regrettable.

[ He's just going to make himself right at home. By smoothing out his big fluffy coat behind him and sitting next to Märchen in the grass. ]

For what reason are you writing such a story?

[gravefairytale]

[...he'll take note of that coat and store it away in his mind.]

Reason? Why, for revenge, of course!

[Says it like it's important, despite the fact that he didn't think of it himself...]

[hiverlaurant]

[ It is very fluffy and warm. But he still feels cold regardless. He seems unperturbed by this however, and in addition doesn't seem particularly alarmed by Märchen's answer. ]

Revenge for whom? If you do not know who the story is for, then how can you write a story of revenge?

[gravefairytale]

For the one who heeds to their desire. Admittedly, I don't know how the soul was in their lifetime and not every story is tailored to perfection. But, I'm not opposed to minor changes so long as it they have a strong need and it reaches their goal, then the story is for them.

[So he says whilst he begins to write, though he just as soon stops once again, and his brows furrow a bit. He wonders for a moment if there can be revenge on the thing called "writer's block", but even Elise wouldn't think it'd be probable.]

[hiverlaurant]

Is it truly? [ Presses on as he leans closer, peering at the half-written pages with keen interest. ]

For what reason do you desire to grant revenge so deeply, for a soul that you have yet to meet?

[gravefairytale]

Yes.

[Sideglances for a moment and- woah, he got nearer;he stays silent for a moment when Hiver's question catches him off-guard.]

Because...I have to. [Though from his tone, it comes out sounding like he's unsure.] I was told to get revenge, and if that is my reason, then I must fulfill it.