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[seemesolid]

*Somewhere within the camp premises, there is a newly dug-up grave, crowned with a headstone that bears the loving and thoughtful inscription 'BRB.'

An anteater happens to be yanking someone's twitching arm free of the dirt. COME SAY HI.*

((SWORDSMAN AND ANTEATER ARE PRETTY MUCH DEAD FOR THE NIGHT, FOLKS--see what I did there--AND WILL PICK UP

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[visitmygrave]

...

[visitmygrave]

... ah?

[seemesolid]

Hello there.

[visitmygrave]

... Good evening. ... perhaps I should have suggested "BBL" instead.

What do you think?

[very_bad_end]

...what on Earth?

[seemesolid]

I'd say they gotta have time to ripen, but that'd be tasteless of me, wouldn't it?

[very_bad_end]

The body, you mean?

[seemesolid]

Indeed.

[durandork]

--WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO JIN

[visitmygrave]

... Hello, Junior. He's lending me a hand.

[durandork]

...

Jin, you're back!?

[visitmygrave]

[AND ALREADY CHUCKLING LIKE HIS OLD SELF]

It seems so.

[jesusinaway]

[cautiously approaching both anteater and corpse!]

[visitmygrave]

[is breathing now, thank you]

[jesusinaway]

[Happily corrected!]

Jin...!

... Good morning.

[visitmygrave]

[brushing himself off, undoing his braid and shaking his hair out]

It's morning somewhere.

[tobethemiracle]

...why is that normal here?

[seemesolid]

Because normal is as normal does.

[tobethemiracle]

Good for normal. Was it a moogle or you?

[seemesolid]

...the former. Or just him. It's a little hard to sniff out.