Eireen yawned, staring up at the full moon handing quietly in the sky. Clouds obscured any stars whilst painting the horizon an empty dark blue. It was a great night for performing the tasks of a reaper, specifically delivering mail that is! “Oh yeah! I’m going to get that mail so well that my target will just lay down and let me kill him!” Chance sighed, openly agitated by the reaper. “Maybe you could get around to doing that if, you know, you got into costume?” Eireen placed her heads behind her head, “I always tell you to not rush genius, Chance. So, just know that me doing that was my complete original idea.” She said teasingly before switching from her red uniform to a plain light brown wool jacket with a white t-shirt underneath along with generic blue jeans. Then, she stepped into the streets of the town, blending into the crowds without any resistance.
And soon, she made her way to her destination: the post office. The man behind the counter let out a sigh of relief as he lifted his head from said surface, walking around it to meet Eireen halfway across the room. “Ah, you must be the wizard who took this job, correct?” The pale haired woman nodded, offering her employer a smile, “Yes sir, it is a pleasure to meet you.“ Her tone was an oddly mature one, different from the one she used with Chance. "And what a shame, you are a pretty good actor with someone with a child’s attitude." “Shush Chance, you’ll throw me off my game~!” She said internally, keeping the sweet expression on her face. The mailman seemed convinced enough because he quickly handed over the messenger bag she was to hold the “important documents”. Then, the reaper headed out, dipping her head to the employee before heading out.
“Now remember our plan Chance, we access the town’s postal service and then get a segway to our true target!” “Eireen, I may not have a body, but that doesn’t mean you should always subject me to your horrible roundabout plots.” “They always work, so why not? It’s more fun this way either way.” And thus began Eireen’s trek across Boomslang, facing no resistance until she reached the nightclub. She hadn’t felt like waiting in line, so she attempted to just cut right in to those waiting’s dismay and the agitation of the two bouncers at the door. “I just want to pick up paper, can’t I just pick up paper?” The two men trading sharp looks, something the pink haired woman could see plainly despite their black sunglasses. Sighing, the reaper stared up at them, gaze placid, “Are you sure you want to deny me passage? Don’t you know where these documents are coming from? Mr. Silverspoon won’t be happy to hear the delivering of them is being postponed…” Suddenly the pair tensed before hastily stepping out of Eireen's way holding the door open for her. “T-This way miss! I hope you don’t mind one of us escorting you through the premises…” “Oh no, not at all! Thank you boys~” She offered them a suggestive wink which only made Chance release a deep sigh. But either way, Eireen was able to get through the club no problem with a bouncer practically acting as her bodyguard. In no time, she was in and out, her messenger bag full of neat envelopes. “Mission accomplished. Invitation to Mr. Silverspoon’s event secured.”
And soon, she made her way to her destination: the post office. The man behind the counter let out a sigh of relief as he lifted his head from said surface, walking around it to meet Eireen halfway across the room. “Ah, you must be the wizard who took this job, correct?” The pale haired woman nodded, offering her employer a smile, “Yes sir, it is a pleasure to meet you.“ Her tone was an oddly mature one, different from the one she used with Chance. "And what a shame, you are a pretty good actor with someone with a child’s attitude." “Shush Chance, you’ll throw me off my game~!” She said internally, keeping the sweet expression on her face. The mailman seemed convinced enough because he quickly handed over the messenger bag she was to hold the “important documents”. Then, the reaper headed out, dipping her head to the employee before heading out.
“Now remember our plan Chance, we access the town’s postal service and then get a segway to our true target!” “Eireen, I may not have a body, but that doesn’t mean you should always subject me to your horrible roundabout plots.” “They always work, so why not? It’s more fun this way either way.” And thus began Eireen’s trek across Boomslang, facing no resistance until she reached the nightclub. She hadn’t felt like waiting in line, so she attempted to just cut right in to those waiting’s dismay and the agitation of the two bouncers at the door. “I just want to pick up paper, can’t I just pick up paper?” The two men trading sharp looks, something the pink haired woman could see plainly despite their black sunglasses. Sighing, the reaper stared up at them, gaze placid, “Are you sure you want to deny me passage? Don’t you know where these documents are coming from? Mr. Silverspoon won’t be happy to hear the delivering of them is being postponed…” Suddenly the pair tensed before hastily stepping out of Eireen's way holding the door open for her. “T-This way miss! I hope you don’t mind one of us escorting you through the premises…” “Oh no, not at all! Thank you boys~” She offered them a suggestive wink which only made Chance release a deep sigh. But either way, Eireen was able to get through the club no problem with a bouncer practically acting as her bodyguard. In no time, she was in and out, her messenger bag full of neat envelopes. “Mission accomplished. Invitation to Mr. Silverspoon’s event secured.”
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