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[X] A scythe wielder

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Without warning, several projectiles fly toward him from the newcomer.

"W-what the fu -"

Grimnír doesn't have time to dodge them. He closes his eyes and braces for the impact, but it never comes. Slowly, he opens his eyes.

"..."

Grimnír watches the scene with mouth agape. Dozens, maybe hundreds of projectiles fly past him. Several of them miss him by only a few inches. While he finds it strange that they aren't hitting him, something else grabs his attention. The projectiles seem to be coins, or some similar currency. He can't help but feel that this is out of place. Why would someone use coins as a weapon? Wouldn't that be extremely inefficient in terms of cost?

"Pop!"

After a few moments, he realizes that he isn't the target. He turns around to a pleasant sight. The crazed fairies have begun to retreat. He watches in awe as several of them are hit by the speeding coins. The unlucky few that are hit by the barrage suddenly disappear with a comical "Pop!". Somehow, he is reminded of bubblegum or popcorn. The rest flee back down toward the mountains.

Grimnír heads down to the ground, landing deftly on one of the steps. It seems like he isn't going to end up as a meal for these insane fairies today. He actually has a few more cards to play in case the barrier broke, but he is thankful for the assistance all the same. He sits down and takes a few minutes to catch his breath.

A tall figure pauses above him for a moment. He can't make out much of the details, but the person seems to be carrying a long scythe. He waves at the stranger to show that he is alright. After giving him a wave back, the person heads back in pursuit of the fairies.

...

Before him stands a tall and confident presence. The woman's shining red eyes sparkle with life. Her short wavy hair is tied comfortably in two different places. She is wearing a white and blue dress of some sort. A wide belt is tied around her delicately slender waist; a single large coin is tied at the center like some sort of buckle. She is carrying a dangerous looking scythe carelessly with her right hand.

She raises a hand to silence him before he can speak.

"Always a pleasure to help out a future customer," she says cheerfully. "Just as a formality, may I ask if you are currently dead or dying?"

"Neither, I guess?" he answers carefully. That's a pretty morbid question to ask.

She sighs in relief before smiling brightly at him.

"That's convenient. I don't really feel like working right now."

Grimnír scratches his head in confusion.

"I don't really get it, but thanks," he manages. "You saved my life just now."

"D-don't mind! Don't mind!" she says as she blushes slightly in embarrassment. The girl strokes one of her stray hairs nervously. The gesture is pretty cute.

"..."

The two look at each other in an awkward silence for a few moments. Grimnír decides to speak first.

"Thank you very much for your help," he says. "My name is Grimnír. I'm an apprentice magician staying with a friend at the Forest of Magic. Pleasure to meet you!"

He extends his hand at the girl, but she just chuckles. Instead of shaking his head, the girl simply ruffles his hair.

"I'm Komachi, the Shinigami in charge of Sanzu River."

Grimnír pauses to think.

He can probably talk about one or two things.
[ ] Ask for directions to Hakugyokurou.
[ ] Ask about Shinigami.
[ ] Ask about the Sanzu River.
[ ] Offer to repay her somehow.
[ ] Offer to stay and chat for a while.
[ ] Offer her a mushroom.
[ ] Custom