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As you look around the many questionably legal shops in the black market, you discover what looks to be a scientist with a odd shade of green hair, fair skin and a bad case of the Brock eyes, looking through a book of old symbol's from many types of religions and histories, as well as speaking to witnesses as he looks upon what looks to be a magical symbol on the wall. He looks at you, and starts calling you over. He definitely looks desperate.

"Hey, want to earn a item? We could use some help over here figuring this thing out. Name's Kazuma Sakumoto, and im trying to find the source of this magic stuff. Seriously, i have been so confused by this i feel like im about to eat my hand off...Haha, just kidding. But if it comes to that, i will do it. Haha...ha...ha...Hm."

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Death had been sitting around in the shadows of The Black Market. Much had been going through his mind and it made him somewhat scattered. He had never thought so much about something. His outer appearance showed no signs of the hoodache. He needed to get out and take a break.

The green-haired mortal called him over. He glared at him for a moment, trying to determine if it would be of use to waste time on him. He walked over to him to see what he wanted. Hm, Magic. The reaper had not seen this stuff since his final breakout from Cloudcracker. He listened to the scientists while looking upon the book he was holding. Red eyes locked onto the pages that he stayed on. He looked up towards the black symbol upon the wall. A strong feeling was indeed coming off of it, the reaper could sense it. "Yes... Kazuma," Hood Sickle said as he continued to look at the scythe with some curiosity. "What would you be in need of?" he finished, now looking at him.

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Kazuma looked up at hood sickle, giving a nervous laugh before coughing gently. "U-uhm...right. Hello there mister scary man.You look very much into the occult, so, i'm sure you can help here!" He said, smiling before running over to the wall once again. "Do you see the scythe symbol here?? Well, eye witness accounts have been claiming something or other about a black cloaked figure walking by, and suddenly, this thing is here. Ive been looking through all kinds of magical books to see if i can find any kind of similarities between this and magic, but to no avail..." Kazuma said, leaning back on the hood of a police car. "You got any idea, mister scary??"

Though, Hood sickle would begin to feel a odd pull toward's him and this symbol. As if gravity was luring him forward, begging him to place his hand on this symbol. And if he did, he would hear..

"My dear, dear friend to be. You being here was no mere coincidence. This, my friend, is fate. This dull world has become far too much of an eyesore. I ask you, please help me...Nay. All of us, ending the blight that has forsaken this world. Let us start anew. Will you help me, create a new world in a image of beauty and joy? If so...Simply say yes. And you will be accepted to help this world in more ways than you could comprehend. Not only that, but you can be assured your help will not go unrewarded. So...What will it be?"

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The magical energy was strong. He placed his hand upon the scythe, as if it were his own.



It didn't feel right.  After the message was delivered, he drew his hand back in a slow and cautious manner.  He blinked once, not wanting to let the mark out of his sight as if were to suddenly take off.  Small embers began to form on his reaping tool. Someone was wanting the Grim Reaper's help.  Death himself.  To clean up the infection and start a new world.  In new beauty. His view of beauty may be vastly different.

A minute or so passed by before he spoke, in a low voice that sounded like a demon had woken up.

"Yes."

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"I would of preferred to not have an audiance.. 

Suddenly, a voice behind the entire group spoke up, revealing itself to be a man cloaked in black, his face invisible to them, as if the hood was covered. His voice was very weasley. almost as if he was always planning some kind of trick encase things go south here. The direction of his gaze hit hood sickle in particular, his hands moving behind him as he walked ever closer. 

"Hey, LIPD, Freeze!" 

"If you insist." The cloaked man said, as he waved his hand, a sudden chilling air flowing past as the Police Pinata's were frozen in place, hit hard by a freezing status effect. When they would thaw...Who knew. The cloaked man stood before hood sickle, tapping his gloved hand among his chin under his hood. "Hmm..Strong, sturdy. A weapon, almost like his...You'll do." He said. 

And then, a voice followed His, coming from behind. "Wait, arnt you gonna help us?!" Kazuya pleaded, hiding behind a garbage can, afraid of what may happen to him should he step out.

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"You have to be ready for anything nowadays..." he thought in reply.



Well, damn. If he had known the police was here he might have thought this out differently. Oh well. He had no power over such things and he had been trying to hide himself from such people. A mental note was made to keep his back to them.



The hooded stranger caught his attention as he grew ever closer to him. He wasn't quite sure what to think of the person but the reaper kept his guard up. Never know with a situation like this. His grip on his scythe grew stronger, the ripples of his gloves becoming tighter. He wasn't going to fall to a trick here. Not now.



He watched off with curiosity as the person seemingly effortlessly froze all of the police force in the area. Hm. Power like that could be very beneficial to him. Attention was drawn back to the fellow in black. It was obvious he was being judged. What did he think this was? Picking some stranger up to do house-work? This was Death he was looking at. Whatever the qualifications were however, he passed.



That mortal was still around wasn't he. Still a witness, a thorn if he got loose. Perhaps he quickly dispose of him as they were in villainous part of the Life Sphere. No one would care would they? A quick soul sap and they would be on their way. A shell of the once living would remain but who would notice? The police were in their prisons of ice. Perhaps the individual in front of him can do the same...



The thoughts crossed paths in his mind before he got an idea. He undid the strap on his chest and pulled out a small spherical item. An item he had gotten from a strange place, and with a little research, that could make someone feel drunk, nulling their senses. Oh how this seemed like such a prime occasion. His hood nodded over towards the person in black and spoke quietly, "Once this thing is lit, follow me." He leaned the tip of his fiery scythe down, just enough to light the fuse. Soon as it became lit, his arm rolled the small bomb across the ground over to the garbage cans the Kazuma was hiding behind.



(Rave Toad's Party Bomb has been used.)



With that as a distraction, he quickly teleported out of the area and to one of the more shadowy areas nearby. The two should blend in right well with absence of light.