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[symmetrophile]

[The new curse has resulted in the Villa gaining one (1) formidable-looking resident Responsible Adult(TM), a nine-foot tall being shrouded in a full-length black cloak and cowl, his face obliterated by mask in the shape of a characature of a skull (as depicted).

Behold, Vatheon, the visage of your new Death Personified, the identity of whom is only revealed when he at last speaks, raising two hands out of his cloak to clap them, twice.]

All right, children! It's the beginning of a new week, and I trust you all know what that means--

[For those who know him, this is Death the Kid, all "grown up". By his recollection, he's been kicking around for hundreds of years, and Death City, the place of his birth, is a distant and fond memory.]

--It's time for our field trip to the coral!

[And it seems he's taken to caring for a Villa full of young children like a fish to water. The apple, it appears, didn't fall far from his father's proverbial tree.]

Line up single file in the foyer, please. If we're done early, we can all have hot chocolate in the Plaza. Don't be late, punctuality is a virtue second only to cleanliness!

[ooc; open to action threads, too, both in the villa and around the bubble.]

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[symmetrophile]

[That towering figure looks down, looming there for a moment, before he bends down, hands folded behind his bowed back. Blue eyes, square glasses, black hair--]

And you're John, right~? Nice to meet you!

[Again.]

[alittlefreshheir]

[His eyes bug out even more and he nods vigorously. How does everybody know his name? This entire house is full of wizards, clearly.]

Nice to meet you too, mister. Are you a wizard too? Like...um...[Hold on, what was her name again?] Jade?

[She was a witch, John, weren't you listening? Clean out the earwax, boy.]

[symmetrophile]

[Clearly, it's magical wizard powers.

Or, you know, he remembers you from before the curse, with a few centuries worth of invented memories helpfully provided him by said curse so that he'd conveniently cooperate.]

Like Jade? Why, not at all! And besides, she's a witch!

[Kid, you still didn't answer his question.]

[alittlefreshheir]

But how did you know my name?

[How?]

[symmetrophile]

[Oh. OH. HE KNOWS THE ANSWER TO THIS.]

...Time shenanigans.

[Do you have any idea how long he's waited to say that to you, John. Actually, he knows for a fact you don't.]

[alittlefreshheir]

[Nope. Not a clue. He's not even sure what that means, judging by the blank stare.]

Shaninny-what?

[symmetrophile]

[You're so precious, John.]

Shenanigans. It's when the past and future decide to pull pranks on one another.

[Wow, that's the worst definition, Kid, what the hell is wrong with you.]

[alittlefreshheir]

[And yet it was the best way to explain it to John.]

Ohhhh.

[Totally makes sense. He's got this.]

...why?

[symmetrophile]

Because sometimes even time gets bored, I imagine!

[Kid is the worst storyteller.]

[alittlefreshheir]

Really? Well pranks ARE a good way to fix that.

[He may be the worst storyteller, but John really does not seem to mind.]

I bet you're really good at pranks, mister. You don't even need a ladder to put buckets on the door!!

[symmetrophile]

On the contrary, I'm sure you kids could teach me a thing or two about pranks!

But I'd hardly be a good teacher if I participated in those.

[Are you kidding? He'd be an awesome teacher if he pranked students. Never stopped Professor Stein from trolling his students!]

[alittlefreshheir]

You could be a prank teacher!

[Problem solved.]

[symmetrophile]

Oh no, I'm afraid I'm much too fond of keeping things orderly for that!

[No, the undisputed master of pranking should be an Egbert.]

[alittlefreshheir]

[Damn straight. Or a Crocker. A Crocker would also be an acceptable master. But not as good as an Egbert, you are right. Because they are simply the best there is.]

What do you teach then?