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[In her black form, Miranda is humming softly to herself as she very deliberately smears some blood across the wall of a more Northernly neutral hallway. A finder is nearby, stuck to the ground by two femurs and humerus bones that have apparently been removed from their body and then phased back in as oversized pins. They also seem to be missing their vocal cords, if their silent screams are any indication.
Miranda stops for a moment and leans down to phase her hand into the finder's chest. She pulls it back covered in blood, and then resumes work on her "mural." It's a cliché, yes, but she seems to be enjoying herself.]
((She is blatantly looking for a fight. It's been far, far too long since she's killed anyone in her opinion. Odds are she'll attack, so tell me what you're okay with!))
Miranda stops for a moment and leans down to phase her hand into the finder's chest. She pulls it back covered in blood, and then resumes work on her "mural." It's a cliché, yes, but she seems to be enjoying herself.]
((She is blatantly looking for a fight. It's been far, far too long since she's killed anyone in her opinion. Odds are she'll attack, so tell me what you're okay with!))