Sleeping in the sand? {X}

Oh hey it moved. Mirun watched with interest when the guy on the sand finally got up. Goodness it was about time. How long had Mirun been standing here? Eh, it didn't matter. He listened with a rather deaf ear. "You want to lay in the sand all day? There is a hotel right over there," he said, pointing with his scythe. "It isn't very good, but it is something. Better than that inn filled with honey." He leaned on his scythe, staring at the stranger. Odd suit. Most people showed up in the clothes they wore when they arrived, but Mirun hadn't seen this. Yet another soul saved by whoever the hell it was bringing them here. He supposed it didn't really matter. More people were showing up to the island every day it seemed, which was rather distressing to some extent. Mirun liked to keep everything organized, especially the hourglasses. He hated it when one just dropped on his head or woke him up for suddenly appearing in the fish tank, or something appearing on a weak shelf and causing every hourglass to fall. At least this one landed on his corgi, which was a nice and soft thing. Not that Alfredo was happy with that but...

He blinked, focusing back on the stranger that seemed to have stopped his tantrum. "My name is Mirun, but you can call me Death, Lord Death, Grim Reaper, or just Mirun. I prefer the latter. And I was here to collect your soul but it seems you were still alive. Either that or I was looking at the wrong hourglass. Maybe old lady Mimi has finally bit the dust," he muttered at the end, summoning another hourglass. "Nope. Damn." He sighed and tossed it away, the hourglass disappearing before it it the sand.

"Anyway, you're on an island. No one really has a name for it, but people randomly show up here, even Gods. So the most you can do is just get along with it and the like," because no one ever left, he wanted to say. Mirun, despite being able to live in his old temple that was built on another planet, he wasn't aloud to leave the grounds unless he came here. It sucked, really. Any boats that went too far got sent back by storms. "As for what I want, you planning on dying any time soon or no? I collect the souls and send them off, that's really it." It was a simple job, but he was rather good at it.

He leaned on the scythe, staring at the other while he spoke. Ah, one of those types eh? Mirun had gotten his head bit off a few times, sometimes things thrown at him, when he dealt with people like this. Not that he minded. He sighed and shrugged. "Wasn't your time, I suppose." He couldn't blame it on the old Reaper like he could have a few thousand years ago, sadly. That was alright though."The hourglasses notify me when it is time for someone to die. Sometimes people will lay suffering for hours until I get the notice, because they had to. Time is a fickle thing." It was all the truth, Mirun didn't make the rules. The past Death didn't, or the Death before that or the one before that or even the one before that! The first Death made up the rules, now all that followed had to abide by them.


He shook the other's hand, raising an eyebrow. "Going to a party? You certainly are dressed the part." Hey, Mirun had seen people appear on this island naked before, it wasn't like it was a huge shock.