Xigbar, yeh broke yer promise.

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blackscythesofdarmar:

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She’s well. Gettin’ ready for the war, since I told her about… Karuba.

She’s even hiring. We’re lookin’ at someone you might know. Jeremiah?

God bless ‘er. She’s such a strong woma-

Wait. Jeremiah? Jeremiah Sinner?

God bless tha’ faggot, she hates ‘im so much. I bet she’s gonna murder ‘im. ahh, how I wish I could see tha’.

Me too. I hope she rips him a new one during the initiation.

Though, I’m curious, Seabiscuit. I ain’t exactly dead… But what about you? What’s the whole afterlife about?

Hey now, the man may need a new hole in hi’face, but he’s a good loyal asshole once yeh get him on yer side. He almost left the Sons of ADAM for the Scythes when I talked ‘im into it years ago, if it weren’t for his cunt-faced Boss.

God, I can’t stand that man.

Anyway- ‘fraid I can’t tell you what th’afterlife’s like. It ain’t no secret, but it’s different fer every land, apparently. Me? I’m livin’ it up in paradise. No wounded leg, no fuckin’ glass midsection. /he gestured to himself, showing how he in fact was unwounded and much younger looking than he had been before/ It’s fuckin’ human heaven, but fer assholes like me.

I hope yers has some shootin’ ground for yeh. I know you’d prob’ly die without yer guns, Scarface. It seems like yeh’ve already died with ‘em! HAH! /laughs and slaps his knee, as if he was the funniest shit ever/

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Goha?

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Is that you buddy?

Nnh… baby girl…

/his appearance was faded, hollow, and transluscent. A ghost through and through/

Heh… Only came here to visit another asshole who died prematureleh… But yeh. It’s me.

Xigbar, yeh broke yer promise.

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blackscythesofdarmar:

Yeh, it’s me, Scarface.

Don’t worry ‘bout it. I know shit’s getting kinda rough up there. 

… How’s m’Rose doin’?

She’s well. Gettin’ ready for the war, since I told her about… Karuba.

She’s even hiring. We’re lookin’ at someone you might know. Jeremiah?

God bless ‘er. She’s such a strong woma-

Wait. Jeremiah? Jeremiah Sinner?

God bless tha’ faggot, she hates ‘im so much. I bet she’s gonna murder ‘im. ahh, how I wish I could see tha’.

Xigbar, yeh broke yer promise.

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blackscythesofdarmar:

But I can’t entirely blame yeh.

Grey faces are th’ worst.

Goha! Is that seriously you?

Look, I mean to keep my promise, I did-

Stuff got in the way. 

Yeh, it’s me, Scarface.

Don’t worry ‘bout it. I know shit’s getting kinda rough up there. 

… How’s m’Rose doin’?

Xigbar, yeh broke yer promise.

But I can’t entirely blame yeh.

Grey faces are th’ worst.

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So we’re basically getting ready for war and Rose is still bothering with the initiation.

#silly filly JUST LET HIM IN

Excuse you, Xigbar. I do believe you mean Miss Rose.

Getting ready for war means preparing your men for safety, and keeping them as such. Jeremiah, unknown to you which is forgiveable since you’re new here, was a member of the Sons of ADAM- Goha’s number one threat and only rival when he was alive. In fact, Jeremiah had once taken a hit out on my husband’s life, and though it failed and they somewhat bonded, I have my doubts.

Especially considering our terms with the Sons of ADAM currently.

You may have been close to my husband, Xigbar, and I may appreciate your closeness myself, but don’t forget there are lines that even you cannot cross.

[Text] Hey rose, its jeremiah sinner. I know i didnt have the best relationship with goha, but i wanted to see if i could help u with the scythes at all? xigbar told me u guys need help and since ur friends with the saints i thought id offer, since im out of a job and top hat really doesnt wanna see me anymore so yeah.[/text]

/looks down at her cell phone when it rings, then smiles/

[text] I don’t know, Jeremiah. You’ll have to go through initiation to see if you can help. But if you get through, I can promise 2 help you. Just get up here with what weapons Top Hat gave you and we’ll give you a challenge. If you survive, you can join. [/text]

/With that, she closes her phone and turns it off, a small smile to herself. Sure, Jeremiah seemed honest, but considering he used to work for their enemy and tried to assassinate her husband at one point- he definitely wasn’t trustworthy. She’d never forgive him for it, regardless of whether or not Goha was a friend of his. “Friend”./

Ooc: finale

Since I can’t seem to strike up a muse to finish the comics, I’ll post the finale in chapters form instead.

Once I get Internet to my laptop and can post/queue a few drafts of it.

It’s extremely long, but it’s pretty thorough on what happened. Mostly because th beginning needs a bit of an introduction until you establish the where/who/when, ect. Then it gets juicy

Just a bit of an update so I don’t leave you guys completely hanging. I hope you don’t mind a read; it’ll be good for anyone who’s interested in how he actually dies, and what his death provides for the rest of the city and his people.

Thanks again!

-Era