A Death at Broadway and Amsterdam ((Open))

[fatefuldestiny]

Rain fell hard on the street. It was cold enough to snow, but it only rained. The street labeled "Broadway" was dark and desolate. Only a very few were present to listen to the pitter-patter of the droplets falling from the sky. Most of the dwindling people about the street were hunched over, heads down, and trying to avoid the rain as best they could. Everyone blended into the environment of the dark street, wearing black pants and brown coats; no contrast between people and pavement. That is, all except one person. His flaming red hair being snuffed out by the rain, Grell Sutcliff made slow progress down the sidewalk. Unlike the others, he wasn't hunched over; however, he wasn't exactly enjoying the rain either.

Ever since coming to this strange place, he's had rotten luck. It cold cold in London, sure. Sometimes it even snowed, but the noxious fumes and the dirty snow of this city was incredibly gruesome; Grell could hardly even breathe. William was seriously going to pay for sending him here; this is obvious punishment. Shall we take is "illegal" Death Scythe away again? No, no, that won't make him suffer enough, let's send him to some place or another that's completely icky and grimy. The shinigami grumbled to himself in dissatisfaction. His high-heeled shoes left iconic indents in the snow beneath him even as the rain washed some of it away.

After a bit of walking, Grell came to an intersection of roads. He looked up a ways and read.

Amsterdam Ave.

Below it was another sign, angled slightly, and it read:

Broadway

Grell peered behind him, back down Amsterdam. The street was completely deserted. Gazing to his right, down Broadway, he saw a few stranglers scurrying to get out of the rain. Unfortunately, however, he was completely fed up with all of this. Finding a bench nearby, the red Death God sat, sourly. I'm not going anywhere else until something, anything, happens! He thought.

[venom]

"Such a filthy city. It's full of wretched rats who need exterminating" Venom muttered to himself as he waded through the crowd of people, scurrying in the rain to wherever their journey lead to. As always, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Venom was clad in his exquisite white suit with a black vest and topping it off with a blue tie. His blue eyes peered through his blindingly white bangs in contrast to his dark brown skin. Venom was simply a picture of beauty, his soft features showing only through the small gap in his hair.

Venom clutched onto his briefcase as he finally managed to get through the swarm of people, grimacing at the wretched stench of this horrid city. Sadly, many of his contract kills happened to be located in New York. Still, it paid well and he did meet some interesting characters along the way. Venom still couldn't shake his sadness, however. He longed for the days where Zato-1 were alive. Venom loved him with all of his heart and some wretched whore murdered him, leaving him a mere shell of a man. Intel had said Millia was last seen at a fighting tournament hosted at Masters Tower. The beautiful assassin strolled gracefully along until seeing a strange sight in the distance. "Shinigami, a god of death." he muttered to himself softly in his usual posh British accent.

He had a fair bit of training and knowledge of the occult due to the Assassin's Guild's high ranking members using powers attained by Black Beasts. Venom calmly walked behind the red haired reaper, standing gracefully behind the bench and flicking his hair. "I didn't expect to see a being of your calibre here." Venom spoke out with a smirk on his face. "Nothing fools this" Venom said in his usual classy tone, gesturing towards the eye stained into his hair. It was a side effect of using powers granted by the Black Beast, he also was able to sense certain otherworldly beings due to the nature of his powers.

[fatefuldestiny]

"I didn't expect to see a being of your calibre here."

"Hmm?" Grell gazed skyward, arcing his back as his hair fell all the way down past his waist. A man clad in a brilliant white garment stood behind him. As he looked down at the shinigami through silvery-white hair that nearly glowed, the Death God looked back up at him with a wistful smile. Grell gave the stranger a once-over; he had a soft face, adequate build, probably some decent traits. He also had an air of formidability about him. An unusual symbol was stained into his hair; it dripped with power. He had most everything the red shinigami admired in a man; he had potential.

"Nothing fools this." He gestured to the eye-looking mark in his hair and Grell detected his accent; it was familiar, as close to Olde British as he thought he'd find in this world.

"And what makes you think I was trying to fool anyone or anything?" Grell asked as he rose from the bench with a playful smile, showing off his oddly sharp teeth. "In any case, I have a job that needs doing." A hand went to his hip. "Care to give a lady a tour, wherever we are?" He put a slight emphasis on both "lady" and "we" and looked his new acquaintance over once more. He may not have been able to drag Sebastian with him on his journey, but he may very well have found a new toy to play with until his return...

[venom]

Venom smirked slightly when the red clad shinigami stood up off of the bench. He couldn't help but notice how he seemed both beautiful and deadly at the same time, much like himself. However, the shinigami may need to be watched closely. Venom knows that someone wanting to claim souls may strike anyone at any time. Venom rested his briefcase with the eye symbol down in the ground, politely bowing for this being. After all, he was a gentleman and would greet a person of such calibre with only the best. Venom believed good manners were something to be cherished when dealing with people of power.

Venom slowly rose up, resting a hand on his chin almost gracefully, looking over the being before him and couldn't help but admire the taste in clothing. It was quite classy, with a nice dash of colour. This shinigami also responded in kind to his comment about how nothing fooled his intuitions. "It was a mere jovial comment, I meant no disrespect." Venom said in his usual gentlemanly manner, his hand now removed from his chin as he picked up the briefcase again.

At this point, the shinigami shone a grin towards the white clad assassin, showing shark like teeth in a wide grin and asked about a tour. "But of course, and to your question. We're in New York. It's quite vile and unlike my home, I'm only here on work." Venom's eyes suddenly looked up, as he had forgotten something. "Where are my manners? I'm Venom, and yourself?" He spoke in his usual polite manner, his shining blue eyes maintaining contact with the green ones belonging to the red haired shinigami.

[fatefuldestiny]

Grell had smirked when the glowing white figure bowed to him. Obviously, he knows who, and what, he's dealing with and it was a nice change of pace not to be smacked or whacked by William or Sebastian. A jovial comment? No disrespect? He was humble, true, and he was quite the gentleman. He was also a tad stiff, in Grell's opinion. The man reminded the shinigami of Sebastian in some ways. The red Death God noticed his companion's brief case for the first time and his curiosity was piqued. Upon its front was the same picture of an eye as that of his hair. Grell wondered what, exactly, the mark meant, he'd never come across anything like it before.

He mentioned a name; New York, but that really had no meaning for him. All he cared about was finding the reason behind the recent occurrences of the To-Die list. Grell refocused on the man before him at the mention of a name. Venom; well that name set Grell's scalp a-tingle. Venom... well, dripped of danger. With another smile, Grell raised his right hand to flip his hair over and behind his shoulder before letting it rest on his brown vest. "Grell Sutcliff, fabulous actress and the most deadly efficient butler!"

Before deciding to accompany his new acquaintance, Grell pulled a large text out of nowhere. Opening the book, the shinigami checked the To-Die list before heaving a depressed sigh. His mark was no longer listed. Oh, well, circumstances change, after all.

Grell Sutcliff then turned his full attention to the man before him, Venom.

[venom]

Venom, stared intently at the shinigami. It even seemed his symbol had caught the eye of the beautiful god of death. Venom's symbol was well known to police and members of the Holy Order. Often Venom's victims were left with burnt in marks resembling that very symbol. It wasn't due to flair or wanting to leave a mark, however. It was simply because his telekinetic powers charged his pool balls and left that symbol upon a fatal strike. Grell Sutcliff, quite the pretty name. It's rather apt." Venom thought to himself as he looked over at the red clad being who gracefully flipped his long red hair over his shoulder. "Ah, a butler. I've not met one of your kind." Venom said in his usual posh voice before flicking his own bangs from his face, exposing more of his soft features. His beauty was often commented upon by others, how his soul was practically black due to the horrific crimes he's committed. It was true how his beauty was only skin deep, anyone who had heard of the Assassin's Guild knew they were a formidable group who should be avoided at all costs.

Venom looked in awe as Grell pulled a book out of nowhere, it wasn't really anything new to Venom as he's often used his manipulation of black holes to a similar degree. But for someone to do it out in the open where anyone could see? That took some guts, Venom often didn't use his powers in public due to the fact his cover could easily be blown and the last thing he needs is to cause collateral damage while escaping from various police forces.

Venom folded his arms gracefully as he peered at Grell. His black lined eyes slitting a bit from his slight grin. "Yourself and I, we share similar jobs. Did you know?" Venom said almost playfully. It was a side you didn't often see from the jaded assassin. "I figure there's no harm in saying it to a fellow 'killer'. I'm head of the Assassin's Guild, I don't always do the footwork like I've been given today. I myself, prefer to do the more challenging hits. As for now, I'm not here for a kill. I'm doing some recon work. I like to track the mark like a hunter does an animal. I need to find the right time to strike. Tell me if I may ask, who are you here for?" Venom said softly, slinking his arms down so they are crossed over his hips loosely.

[fatefuldestiny]

Grell gave him a lazy grin. He grasped the top of the bench's back and leaned against it, leaning closer to Venom. "An assassin?" Grell let out a short bark of laughter. "Isn't my job more of a direct outcome of your own than so similar as to where you put it? Then again, I do like to dabble in something a bit more... fun than reaping those on the To-Die list." Grell pushed himself up and stood straight. Walking leisurely around the assassin, Grell picked an imaginary piece of lint off of his deep brown vest and shifted his arms to allow his jacket to flow more dramatically in a soft wind.

"If you really must know,"--Grell momentarily stopped behind him and gave him a sly look before continuing--"then I guess there's no helping it." The shinigami returned to facing his inquisitor. "One Mr. Heath Keller; schedule to die from a strike of lightning of a freak storm at six o' clock. Unfortunately, an unscheduled break down of his car gave him a momentary lapse in his life." His left hand returned to his hip as he, once again, leaned on the bench.

An assassin could be quite a bit of fun and could keep him busy for a while yet. The blood-red Grim Reaper might very well accompany the white assassin for a little while...

[venom]

Venom couldn't help but chuckle at the being mentioning how his job is almost a direct outcome of his own. "Well, they do say that you don't truly die until the soul leaves the bod-" did this shinigami say he sometimes likes to do things more fun. "Hmm, implies he truly is a killer. I think we'll get along just fine." Venom thought to himself, narrowing his teal eyes almost playfully, like that of a cat sizing up a living plaything. His gaze wandering to the outfit the shinigami was wearing. It was quite exquisite, he wore a very classy outfit and those glasses framed his eyes wonderfully. It was truly a shame that nobody else shared such a dazzling fashion sense.

Venom peered down at Grell as he was leaned fairly closely to him. Venom's tall slim frame often made it so he had to usually stare downwards at shorter acquaintances. He stood a staggering 6'3" causing many to comment on his height, coupled with his well built body and gorgeous face. He often emitted an aura like that of an ancient god, mightier than the lowly mortals. However, Venom was but a man. He was a man with some impressive powers but a man none the less. He had to face the same problems of all mortals, and being around a shinigami when they could just as easily destroy you was quite dangerous. Although, it was exactly the kind of danger he wanted.

"Ah, quite a shame. Isn't it? Both of us, bored stiff. How about we make ourselves some entertainment. Hmm?" Venom said, tapping his chin with his slender finger as he peered towards Grell, deep in thought and quite obviously speaking in a kinder tone than usual. Most of the time Venom spoke in what could be construed as a cold accent devoid of passion for anything. However, when he was around such a lovely individual as this he felt a need to break the monotony of his usual attitude and loosen up a bit.

[fatefuldestiny]

Grell walked up, slowly, to the assassin. He must admit, he was having quite a bit of fun already. Venom was very intriguing. That curious symbol did catch his attention. William probably would pay it no heed, but then again, Grell was far from anything like that shinigami, wasn't he? Grell wanted to investigate deeply, and who knows, Grell might find something worth his while. Whether he did or not, however, he had a feeling he would enjoy being in the assassin's company a while more.

At the word "entertainment," Grell's attention was piqued. The red shinigami gave his new acquaintance one of his widest smiles yet, showing nearly all of his sharp teeth. "Oh, good sir!! And what, exactly, are you proposing we do to rid ourselves of this... boredom?" Grell was now directly in front of the assassin, still showing a radiant smile up at him.

A harsh and cruel world, Grell now found himself in and he may yet partake in his dalliances...