.. Still with himself, at that. Iori may stumble across the crypt-queen knee-deep in her su___ects, but the fact that he could carry himself right without the incessant pummel of invasive thought would win out as a day... well enough. He was pushing off his stone anyhow, turning the previous dangles of his arms to brush palms down the extended d___ of his coat. "By all means, don't take my word for it. I look forward to disintegrating whatever you get... up and running." Petty, and no better than she if he thought to provide those last last rites ala Orochi's violet venom. Heading out now; back toward whatever room he had been holding up in throughout his stay. "Wash up. You reek." The parting shot! See how she liked that.
dark arts  	Ruminations spilled out loud unto the least interested pair of ears in addition to her own; should it be part of the thinking process or another unsightly habit -- maybe even conversing with whom she partially exhumed, it was difficult to say and chances of it being important one way or another were furthest from yet. Thoughtful smooths nevertheless insisted on their wear upon her ostensibly unpleasant countenance. Understandable in some aspects, particularly when bile found its way out on many available syllables and crude notes. Accustomed? One might say, even after the shorter span of time's passage. Whatever the case may be, Aless' focus trained itself downward, although she would hardly claim to be photographic as far as her recollection of dirt compression went in this regard, she was keen enough to have a general idea of what undisturbed looked like--foot prints notwithstanding.
  	Easily written off anyhow, so too the mindful inch up provided by legs to retain a fraction of dignity throughout; arguably wielding none depending on who they talk to. Thereafter the clustered series of context unasked, but given as nails to set in that coffin at their discretion, and mocking croons, the dame of the crypts had fallen into a pensive quiet. Mulling over those other thoughts on what smaller aims to strive for in the meanwhile along with the mindful tends, and scoops; soils pat down had effectively leeching what heat she managed from the core of her palms and as expected the lengths of slender fingers palest between the two.
  	A saving grace polish was, hiding the unflattering collects under nails in the meantime. Similar could not be shared even in feigned politeness to the unfortunate bouquet she sports as a side effect of plans gone sour. Ha. "I know," she'd interjected at last, but she had mentioned the hair -- at least the once. The point, will she? He's a clever one when he wants to be, he'll figure it out. Cer___ude hiding around the corner as the stranger making it prized tickle for m'lady malady. Oh well... another prod at his expense won't hurt any while she's drawing back from her efforts to dust off palms and ... carefully rise aware the risks of pins and needles invading those stalks too long at bend for the eve--now over.
  	"How're those sloping necklines treating you, Eeyore?" Wouldn't it be lovely if he could bury his nose in the neckline of his shirt? If not jam it into the flared collar of his outer layer, but now that she's said something -- it wouldn't be terribly surprising if the notion was ignored on purpose. Quelled chortle all the same with a steady inbreath and waiting with a test move of one leg. During that time, there was something else to combat her own riposte, was it? Encouraging the glance away from her self appraisal by her feet. Brief acknowledgement along with dubious pulls of face, without going into length of how and why she chose this tonight -- again -- there instead was empty threats of reach. Need he go on? No? ...Alright then.
  	"Just for that, maybe I will target the next whole roasted chicken to roll out those double-doors." Murders and re-murders most fowl...yeah? Oho... let the slim line allowing vision prevail and that bite of smile they loathed so. As if she were eager to keep it, "Don't want a hug first?" Parting shots and passes of their own, see? Veering dangerously inward but pulling back just shy of a foot distance wise before a purposed wiggle of those dirt-caked fingers --off she goes. A wash. Then --recharge.
𝖽ⲉ⳽ⲙⲟⲛ𝖽  	good mo- woah. this is some good ___ to read.
Harls  	made her way into the resort with her hyenas sauntering at her sides. She had just woken up, which showed from the resting ___ face on the woman's features. Looking about the place for a minute she ran her fingers through the blonde of her hair and eventually split the locks so that she had red tips on one side and blue tips on the other. She headed to the bar and eventually settled herself down on a stool. Bud and Lou lay at her feet. Bud was busy looking at the rest of the place while Lou lay licking at her paws contently. Harley ordered herself a mug of coffee with irish cream and once she got it became rather silent. Turns out that the Queen wasn't really a morning person. Not today at least.
Anduin  	Good morning indeed.
Yagami Iori  	su___ect non-responsive. if she was teasing chase behind long enough, she'd get one of these turned up low from the rear: 🖕🏻. complete with corrupted dances in diminutive form just upon the tip. cleaned the longest nail, it did.
𝖽ⲉ⳽ⲙⲟⲛ𝖽  	he was going to need at least four cups of coffee to be fully awake; but the effort of getting the coffee wasn't something he wanted to do at the present moment.
dark arts  	♪ Kuro ha aka wo nuri tsubusu--♪ ...*fadeout.* )
| Ɣ.Ɠ.Ʀ. |  	[Narr.] And so the site of abnormal haired John Doe's welcomed the spacious feeling of two whom cleared out under pretenses of dawn. Sun's rise warming the autumnal lay of paradisal landscape and rousing from their sleepy nights the twittering wildlife and others of diurnal nature. Unchanged, as originally presumed with every reason pointing towards its continuation... or so they thought. Be it the high energies___ociated with this particular moon of the year or the abnormalities consistent throughout the resort's acres ever since its thinned veil or perhaps a combination of both in addition to ...the traits of the season there grew a disturbance back in spaces abandoned. Rather... left alone for the time being, decidedly for the foreseeable future. As for the resort itself? Another morning and breakfast carts as usual.
Ultraviolent Revenant  	The air grew thick and the noise died down within the immediate vicinity, creatures nearest stifled into foreboding stills indicative of something akin to threat. Forces invisible churned as if a pocketed storm there just above body laid to rest. Imposing, growing, and suffocating, thus fortunate no one and nothing dared to stay too close. Airs thinned and void became the site in feeling most of all ... the colors dimmed, life seemingly siphoned from the surrounding trunks and blades verdant just off the cusp of upturned soil. "HHHHUUHHHHFGH!" - out of nowhere, parched air ways and lungs long since empty sounded their sickly gasp most profound. And still, nothing about the ground shifted, no hand clawing its way through to the surface, nothing.
  	So where- ... the ether? Yes. Compressed into being the visual of the man blinked into view, bloodless, yet tattered as he was in those final moments; wild eyes, scarlet as that which he lacked were torn between heightened revelry and that lingering dreadful surprise following his fall--his hand clutched over the fatal mark, scarred over, mind racing, and extremely fuzzy. After a clumsy backward step the realization struck him clear as his lack of grace... This was not the room, he was alone, and he presumed himself whole. Strange, but... he could use this. He thought. For now... other matters took precedence, like not squandering this opportunity fresh out the gate. Now was the time to lay low and let that fog clear.
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