– Out Of Character

REAPEDSCULS ; a closed roleplay account associated with grymmrp, as penned by anna ( she/they ).

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He is the whole world, multiplied by two.

Photo: Snapped from Davy Linggar’s work “Kali Kedua” MV

in all honesty, he would've probably missed her completely in the flock. there were simply too many of them crowding the great halls, to the point that he was almost certain that every single grymm on the d.o.a.a.'s roster had made a point to turn up. not that they could have been faulted for it, really. who could possibly refuse when the price on the bounty was a very special reward prepared by the magistrate themself?

angga himself had just received a regular assignment at the collection office when one of the great ravens had flown in with his parcel, and so he only needed to turn around and rejoined the line to sign himself up. by the time he was finished, the line had grown three times longer. and as amusing as the sight might be, he'd rather not stick around and risk getting caught in the crowd that was growing impatient. so he focused on pushing his way out of it, trying hard not to ruffle too many feathers when he heard the familiar voice that caused him to stop and turn.

he blinked, the gears in his head taking a beat to switch up and finally processed the figure standing in front of him. "osprey," he said, a mixture of a confusion and bafflement in his greetings. "well, i mean, we work in the same building, and the same department. and we walk past each other in this lobby quite often..." though to be fair to her, angga couldn't really remember the last time the other had stopped by just to say hi, much less to make small talks. added with the awkward gestures and equally imposing spread of her wings, well, angga didn't need to be a genius to figure out she was after something.

"wait, why are you asking for mine?" angga retorted. his brows deep in a furrow as he nodded at the folder under her arm, one that seemed identical one to the one clutched in his own hand. "you have your own file, so clearly the great raven hadn't gotten confused and lost your parcel either."

✧･ﾟ— where: ⌜the transitionary space between the d.o.a.a.'s main lobby and the great halls⌟ ✧･ﾟ— when: ⌜shortly after the great ravens have passed around the challenge letters to all grymm⌟ ✧･ﾟ— status: ⌜open⌟

Osprey stood with her back to the Great Halls, her body held taut like a bowstring with her arms crossed over her chest. The slender fingers of her right hand rhythmically tapping on the edges of a slightly crumpled manila folder clutched tightly in her grip. Her eyebrows were furrowed in irritation, lips pursed in a pout as her eyes darted to and fro. Her gaze momentarily pausing on one of the hundreds of people milling around the common area before darting to the next. Her large wings were tucked closely to her back but an occasional involuntary twitch shifted the giant mass of browns like waves, making her feathers stand on end before they settled again. She let out a deep sigh still searching the crowd before here eyes came to a complete stop. She squinted before recognition and a bright smile broke out on her face; the attempt at friendliness immediately clashing with the almost wolfish look in her eyes. Unfurling her wings slightly, Osprey forcefully created space between herself and the sea of people moving around the Great Halls. A handful of shades shot her dirty looks as they begrudgingly walked around her but she paid them no mind as she stalked forward. “Oh my gosh, hi!” She said with a high inflection on the final word. “Wow! It’s so funny running into you here!” The smile from before was pinched tightly as she continued to step closer. Her wings opening wider to create a small alcove in the crowd around herself and the other person. “Anyway, since you are here I figure you either signed up for the challenge or declined the invitation—and that’s wonderful! Great even. Way to go for making a decision!” She said, pumping a celebratory fist up in the air, the motion slightly stiff. “That’s so cool! But, anyway, I have a slightly weird request. Well, not weird—just, uh, since you got all that,” She waved her hand in the general direction of the D.O.A.A. reception desk, “dealt with, you probably don’t need the letter anymore, right?” Taking another step she tucked the folder still in her hands under one of her arms before grasping her hands together, the smile growing thin-lipped. “Sooooo, do you think I could maybe have it instead?”

Albuquerque Journal, New Mexico, December 27, 1929

introducing airlangga wirata haas, also known as THE CROW ...

CONTENT WARNING: mentions of parental death, pregnancy, car accident, terminal illness.

basics.

FACECLAIM nicholas saputra. CHARACTER NAME airlangga wirata haas. NICKNAME(S) angga, crow. GENDER/PRONOUNS cis man ( he/him ). SEXUALITY demisexual biromantic. HEIGHT 5'11" DISTINGUISHING FEATURES a pair of brown eyes with piercing gaze behind thin-rimmed glasses, soften whenever he smiles; black wavy hair usually trimmed short. APPEARS (THE AGE AT TIME OF DEATH) forty. BIRTHDAY january 20th PLACE OF BIRTH jakarta, indonesia. NATIONALITY indonesian. FAMILY INFORMATION his father was an american journalist based in jakarta while his mother was a teacher for a public school. both of whom died after being involved in a car accident, where his father died at the scene of the crash while his mother, who was pregnant with angga at the time, had survived long enough for the doctors to perform a surgery that saved him. he had reunited with his father in death, but not his mother – who had been a grymm and was offered retirement before angga arrived in the afterlife. otherwise, he had no living relatives. CAUSE OF DEATH he had gotten sick after coming back from an academic conference and had shrugged it off, until his symptoms gotten worse. when he got to the er & they found out he had suffered from meningitis, it had been too late. despite the doctor's best efforts, he had succumbed to the illness. TRAITS + passionate, studious, persistent – pushy, tactless, know-it-all. LIKES the scent and feel of a new book, the smell of rain, a freshly-brewed coffee, trivia nights, picking up new knowledge or skills, being right, getting satisfying answers to his questions, spending time with his father. DISLIKES whenever they make his coffee too watered down or sugared up, long drives (or being in a car for far too long in general), strenuous physical works, unsolved mysteries, not getting a straight answer (even worse when he's refused an answer at all), people discrediting his works, people who are mean to kids. HOBBIES reading (particularly non-fiction, classics, or mystery & crime novels), writing on a journal (he dabbles in a little poetry!), studying & learning new things, sketching, snooping and poking around to learn more about the afterlife. HABITS despite the nonexistent need for sustenance nor the existence of time in the after life, angga still enjoys a 'morning' coffee before starting his day, he's a restless thinker who would either: a) drum his fingers against a surface, b) mindlessly fiddling with a pen cap or clicking away on it, or c) paces around the room, tends to fire out some random fun facts he remembers out of the blue, might shut out others & forget to take care of himself when he's too preoccupied with something he's working on or otherwise overwhelmed.

optionals.

EXTRAS pinterest + playlists. CHARACTER TROPES determinator, sarcasm-blind, insufferable genius, too clever by half, married to the job, nightmare fetishist. CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS spencer reid ( criminal minds ), akagi ritsuko ( neon genesis evangelion ), holden ford ( mindhunter ), viktor ( arcane ), eve polastri ( killing eve ), gale ( baldur's gate 3 ). MORAL ALIGNMENT chaotic neutral. ZODIAC aquarius. MBTI intp – the logician ENNEAGRAM type 5w4 MEMES

MINDHUNTER 01.02

"you think so?" he asked, eyes still glued to the letter in his hand. "i mean, i get they need to do a thorough performance audit and all. but holding out an all-out manhunt for a random soul? how would they work out the grading rubric? " then with furrowed brow and a shake of his head. "i suspect this might be an actual emergency."

it was then that he looked up at the other grymm, noticing the way the burning intensity behind his gaze. though coming from kestrel, that wasn't particularly unusual either. "so, i take it the great kestrel's not joining the flock this time, then?" he questioned, head cocked slightly to the side. "aren't you at least a little curious what's so 'abnormal' about this particular soul that they managed to evade one of us?"

where: the department of afterlife affairs, collections office when: shortly after the events of the prologue status: open [cap - 0/3.] anger is the most prominent emotion romeo feels as he parses the letter, once, twice, a third time, just to be fucking sure that its contents are laying out the insulting proposition he thinks they are. it's almost as if he is instantly transported to the moment of the failed reaping, to looking into that abnormal individual's eyes and feeling their soul slip neatly and promptly through his fingers. upon unwillingly revisiting that memory, he finds that the immediate stab of his first failure in the after is, unfortunately, no less sickening the second time around. for strategic reasons, he makes a concerted effort to calm the storm in his mind, to appear interested but unbothered. his eyes are too intense in their focus, even as the glide of them along the mass of departing ravens is slow, lazy. "well, well, well," he drawls. "hear that? it's the sound of hundreds of desperate little sycophants fluttering their way to the registration desk. part of me thinks this is some ploy to weed out the weak and overeager."

@judas-redeemed / Wilhelm Schulz, “All Soul’s Day” / Neil Hilborn, “Our Numbered Days” /@petfurniture / Hugo Simberg , “The Garden of Death” / Ramona Ausubel