WHO: Kenny & Death. WHAT: Messing with wraiths and vamps and shit. WHEN: Friday night. WHERE: NOLA. WARNINGS: Death, Kenny, death, language, etc. STATUS: Closed/Started in gdocs, continuing in comments.
It wasn't really no surprise that Kenny decided to check out the portal, particularly when it was dark and therefore more dangerous. Though it wasn't like he actually felt any sort of danger anyway. Why would he? If anything bad happened to him, he'd be okay in the end. He wasn't even sure he ever knew what danger or fear felt like, but it was still better than taking the safe route.
So he wandered around in the portal, occasionally seeing some weird creature here and there. Some left him alone and some gave him looks as if they were about to attack him or something, but he paid no attention to them and kept walking. Nothing seem to catch his interest yet. That was until he spotted Death up ahead. Sure, things weren't 100% cool between then (at least, on Death's end), but it wouldn't hurt to chat with her for a bit.
"Sup?" he greeted her. "Whatcha doing? Messing with these fuckers here?" he guessed, nodding towards a few wraiths she was near. That was what it seemed like to him anyway, but he could always be wrong.
“Mmm. I'm messing with them, yes. They keep trying to attack me but they're not good at it. I mean it doesn't help they couldn't hurt me.” She wanted, so badly, to exert some power to send them on their way, but she was being good.
For now.
“Plenty of things to tear you apart here, I think, if you're looking for new ways to die.” She added with a slight hint of amusement to her voice. This place was teeming with fascinating things.
"Oh, fun," Kenny shrugged. Not really, though. Maybe for a little while but he'd probably get bored messing with them. He usually did with most things and he doubted messing with wraiths would be any different. "And you'd think once they figure out they can't do anything to you, they'd give up." But nope, he saw a couple of them try and attack her again.
"Goody, I always want to find new ways to die," he grinned, even though he didn't really. No one was willing to be ripped apart, not even him. But he was curious enough to want to see. "Could these fucker wraiths kill me? Or do I have to go find something else?"
"Well, no one really wants to believe in me even now." She did reach out, though, and grab one through the ether, and squeeze, the wraith vanishing in a soft pop. The others backed off then, wary.
"Sure. They could. They're pretty powerful in their own right. They aren't just ghosts, they're strong." She said with a shrug, "but there's nasty werewolves and some amazing vampires here."
"People really don't like facing the truth about their mortality, huh?" He'd never understood it, but then again, he wasn't like most people. He'd faced his death countless of times that it became the norm for him. That he tended to forget most people were scared of dying.
"Oh, cool. I wasn't sure. When I was a ghost, I couldn't do shit, it was annoying." Trying grab things only for his hand to just go through? He hated that and he was glad he didn't become a ghost often when he died. "But good to know, I'm gonna try and see if I can get killed by one. And vampires, amazing? Really? Vamps are lame."