Guidance Offices: Now Open.

[trulydeath.livejournal.com]

Erm.

*clears her throat*

Hi! I'm Death, and I'm the school's guidance counselor - psychologist-type-thing. I definitely know you all, but I don't think most of you know me.

I promise, despite the name, that I'm totally safe.

So if anyone would like to or needs to talk, my doors are open. Yes, on weekends.

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[swerval_zero]

Miss Death? I don't actually need to talk right now, I'm feeling great, but...*holds out form* Someone said you were that Del girl's big sister? Janet asked me to help her get her library card form filled out properly, but she's worse'n Twitch after he's had three espressos. So, I was hopin' you could help? I'd hate for her to get kicked out of the library.

[trulydeath.livejournal.com]

Oh! Yes, I'm Del's sister ... of course. She can be hard to understand, sometimes, is all.

And I'm glad you're feeling great, Zero.

*fills out details on form for Del, still smiling*

[swerval_zero]

Thanks ever so. *scurries off with completed form to slip under library door*

[make-it-ashes.livejournal.com]

*eyenarrows from the doorway*

Safe like Kevorkian?

[trulydeath.livejournal.com]

Oh, far safer, St John. Or should I call you Pyro?

[make-it-ashes.livejournal.com]

*pauses, taking another step into the room*

Excuse me?

[trulydeath.livejournal.com]

You're excused. Can I do something for you?

[make-it-ashes.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

How the fu--er, hell do you know that?

[trulydeath.livejournal.com]

... know what? Did I know something I shouldn't know?

[make-it-ashes.livejournal.com]

No.

*pauses, wheels around, and stalks back to the door, closing it and then keeping his back against it*

My name. How the fuck do you know my name?

[trulydeath.livejournal.com]

Because I'm Death. I know everybody. I won't use it, if you'd rather I don't. That's fine.

[make-it-ashes.livejournal.com]

*flatly* I'm Pyro now.

I -- uh -- *is apparently struggling just a little with what to say and how to say it* I don't know what else you know or how you know, and I don't really give a damn, 'cause that ain't me anymore. But could you, uh. Not tell anyone?

... please?

[trulydeath.livejournal.com]

Of course I won't. I don't tell anything that one might onsider a secret. Knowing everyone is not always an easy thing to do.

But then you're Pyro, and that's what I'll call you.

Tell me, how do you know Kevorkian?

*She's understanding. Her expression is understanding. Soft. And vaguely amused.*

[make-it-ashes.livejournal.com]

*still very, very cautious*

I don't. Know him personally, that is. I think my boss did, though. He said he admired Kevorkian for realizing that if a person's destiny was his own, so was his life and death. Or something like that, anyway.

*awkward shrug*

He made me read some of Kevorkian's interviews, anyway. Said it'd give me insight on humanity.

[trulydeath.livejournal.com]

He's a very good man. Sometimes I still visit him. I'm afraid soon I'll visit him just once more.

*thoughtfully*

And did it? Give you insight, that is?

[make-it-ashes.livejournal.com]

On the human race, yes. Not so much on other things.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Ahh... Hi.

Do I need to make an appointment? I usually have a therapy session once a week, but my current therapist is... well he and I have issues.

*looks again at Death*

Have we met? Because you look really familiar.