Oh. Yeah. Sure. [He still has his phone out, so with a couple quick taps, the photo's deleted and then purged from his trash folder.] Done.
[Easy come, easy go. Though no one can say whether or not the City enforces some kind of cloud-based auto-storage on all its network users' data, Brook's done his best from his own end. He's an aspiring influencer, not a cybersecurity expert.
He slides his phone back into his pocket. Then, noticing the brisker outdoor air, he unties the bubblegum pink jacket from around his waist and pulls it on. BROOK, it advertises in big white letters across the back. Whatever that means.
In the meantime, he mulls over what Nikolai's saying and the question he asks. He's told one or two people here what a Reaper's work entails, but... well, not at their first meeting.]
I don't really want to get into the details of what I do. As you can imagine, it's nothing pleasant.
[Generally, nothing involving demons is.]
But I did choose it willingly. While Satan's a hell of a lot more powerful than me-- [Pun unintended.] --I was outside his jurisdiction then. The one who made the offer was me. He just explained how it would work.
[He sighs and puts his gloved hands in his jacket pockets.]
I couldn't hold up my end as I was, and he thought it would be funny to let me try. [He withdraws one hand to place it over his thin chest.] So he created this body, put my soul in it, and then stuffed one of his demons in with me so I could use its power. That makes me what he calls a Reaper. And I'll be working for him until the world ends... or I fail.
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[Easy come, easy go. Though no one can say whether or not the City enforces some kind of cloud-based auto-storage on all its network users' data, Brook's done his best from his own end. He's an aspiring influencer, not a cybersecurity expert.
He slides his phone back into his pocket. Then, noticing the brisker outdoor air, he unties the bubblegum pink jacket from around his waist and pulls it on. BROOK, it advertises in big white letters across the back. Whatever that means.
In the meantime, he mulls over what Nikolai's saying and the question he asks. He's told one or two people here what a Reaper's work entails, but... well, not at their first meeting.]
I don't really want to get into the details of what I do. As you can imagine, it's nothing pleasant.
[Generally, nothing involving demons is.]
But I did choose it willingly. While Satan's a hell of a lot more powerful than me-- [Pun unintended.] --I was outside his jurisdiction then. The one who made the offer was me. He just explained how it would work.
[He sighs and puts his gloved hands in his jacket pockets.]
I couldn't hold up my end as I was, and he thought it would be funny to let me try. [He withdraws one hand to place it over his thin chest.] So he created this body, put my soul in it, and then stuffed one of his demons in with me so I could use its power. That makes me what he calls a Reaper. And I'll be working for him until the world ends... or I fail.