No one could say that Death wasn't good at his job, because he was. He generally took his responsibilities very seriously, and he had never missed an appointment yet. He was always there. He always found his way there. Which made this even more odd.
HMMM. Susan did not warn him about this. Death tapped his chin with one boney finger, and it made a hollow sort of tok tok sound. There may or may not be a smudge of sunscreen on his face. I SEEM TO HAVE MISPLACED MYSELF.
Or maybe Lancre just... changed in the time he was away. It was highly likely, given the instability of quantum, which he did not completely understand, if only because it was a wizard who had tried to explain it to him.
Death touched the wall of a building closest to him. It was very tall, and not very Lancarian, but it felt solid, like a wall ought to be.
The hiss of sand told him that he had precious little time left, or rather, some unfortunate person did. But if this wasn't Lancre, then why was he here?
...here for a reason. the world, or maybe just this one, had its ways of righting itself...
It didn't happen dramatically. It wasn't loud, or spectacular. It had a sound of a pained sigh. There wasn't even any screaming. One moment, the man had been at the top of the tall building, and the next, he was sprawled on the sidewalk, drawing a crowd, staining the bitumen with his blood.
Death watched as the last of the sand dribbled down into the lower bulb, and read the faint carvings on the wood. THOMAS GRAY? He asked, because it never hurt to check.
"Yep." The man stood up and made to dust himself off, before he realised that there was no dust. "Huh. I guess it worked, then."
Humanity. Death could never understand them. While some took careful steps to avoid him, others... didn't. YES. IT WOULD APPEAR THAT IT WAS VERY EFFECTIVE.
"Good for me. I'll see you. Or not." With that, and a very small sort of whooosh sound, he was gone.
Every one of them had been different. This one more so. Death was preparing for the inevitable "so, what now?", and was a little surprised when it did not come.
Death leaned slightly on his scythe and watched the crowd fuss over the man's shell. This was not Lancre, but there was always a job to be done.
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