Sampling mortality (Grell and Ophelia)

Grell hummed a little bit in boredom, pouting a little bit as he sat on top of the lamp post. Thankfully most humans were busy scurrying around and didn't pay him any attention which would have usually annoyed him but now he was too boredom and too depressed to care all that much.

His beautiful mortal lady had died!

Oh woe! Oh sorrow! Oh other sad-sounding words!

But at the end of the day she had been mortal so it was to be expected that she would die after what happened. And, not least of all, she had tried to interrupt his fun and the glorious red blood! He didn't like that part of her too much, he was glad that part of her was dead. It could stay dead for all that he cared.

Sighing a little bit, he sipped at the cup of tea that he had poured himself from the teapot he had taken out of his coat pocket. Honestly, life as a mortal was just so dull! What did they get to do that he didn't? Did they ever get to kill anyone? Not without 'jail'. He supposed there was romance... but he hadn't been swept off his feet by anyone yet! He would have to wait for the one!

...

And now he was sounding like bad mortal fiction. That was a sign that he was definitely far too bored right now and needed something, or someone, to liven up his life a little bit.

Ophelia had been in the London area, it seemed to be the place where she got most of her soul contracts from, she needed to reap a lot of people there, maybe because it was a big city, lots of people died there and around there every day. Sighing softly as she wandered down the cobbled streets she thought about what had happened a few days ago between herself, William and Grell.

It had been a surreal meeting she had to say, and so, that was why she kept thinking about it, Ophelia wondered why Grell had been able to get up William's nose so much, he seemed nice enough to her but...then again. He might just be trying to be nice to her! To get her to warm up to him so she could do all these strange things...

Her thoughts were so distracted she almost walked right in front of a carriage, which definitely would have highlighted the fact that she wasn't human when she got up and walked away from such an event afterwards. Smiling lightly to the stranger who had jerked her away Ophelia bowed slightly, and continued on her way down the street.

Pursing her lips, she looked up to the tops of the old buildings and her eyes widened when she saw Grell there, Immediately and subtly to avoid detection, she jumped up to meet him and stood beside him on the building, a little surprised to see him holding a hot cup of tea in his hands.

"Hello there Grell." she smiled gently "Fancy seeing you here, do you have someone's soul to reap in London written in your journal today?"

Grell was lamenting the loss of entertainment in this area of London as he sipped at his tea. Perhaps he should have gone down to the rougher parts of London? At least there he might have spotted some of the violence that the city hide beneath it's busy atmosphere. But here? Oh it was so very very dull! He sipped at the tea before it was gone. Not caring, he threw the tea cup away carelessly, watching as it knocked a man's bowler hat off of his head.

As he giggled a little bit to himself at having knocked a man's hat off, he heard Ophelia speaking to him and turned to greet her happily. Someone to fight his boredom for him! He hopped off of the lamp-post onto the roof she was stood on,

"Oh why hello there Ophelia!" he greeted her brightly with a happy little grin, "You're just in time to help me fight the evil that is mind-crushing, soul-compressing boredom!"

When she asked if he had to reap someone's soul he just pout at her a little bit and flicked his hair out of his face for the moment,

"Oh work work work..." he pouted a little bit before nodding a little, "I snuffed some old woman as per orders... but after that I had free time so I decided I would see how many people would notice me on a lamp-post. The answer is no one... rather disappointing and very boring."