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[In a hallway, somewhere between the southern wing and one of the neutral wings, there is a Kanda sitting on the ground, propped unceremoniously against a wall. Her coat is in tatters around her - oh boy, that's going to leave scars, Dressing Room or not - and she's absolutely covered in dried blood.]

[Her eyes are also open, as if staring at the

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[Like moths to a flame, yes? Be careful to not get your coat dirty - there's blood everywhere, and some of it is still sticky.]

[At the moment, though, the only sign of any kind of life whatsoever is the faint twitch in her fingers. She'll be waking up any moment now, any moment.]

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[She blinks. Once, twice.]

[... and all at once she drags in a nasty, wet, and gurgling sort of breath. Choking on old blood? You bet.]

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[One more gurgle, two... and all of a sudden she's lurching forward and bringing up a nasty mix of blood and... well, whatever else was caught in her wind pipes onto the floor. Out with the old, in with the new and all that.]

[Following it, however, is a scream. Not unlike the sound of someone being tortured. It's as if the pain from dying finally caught up to her all at once, and she wasn't prepared for it; death itself had been a sort of Novocaine, keeping her from feeling the sensation of actually dying before her body started to kick back into gear again.]

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[Her head lulls back, resting against the wall, and she looks up at him with a blank sort of stare. Still not entirely there all the way, but enough to know the voice, and recognize the face.]

.... shut the fuck up.

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[Coughs and spits a little more, urking a bit in an attempt to keep from bringing anything else up. She'd give anything to bring a hand up and get the hair out of her face, but her hands don't seem to want to move yet.]

[She settles for looking around at all the blood.]

Stop gawking.

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[Glares a bit and starts to try to pull herself to her feet.]

[Unfortunately, her legs aren't ready to stand. She flops back against the wall and coughs.]

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[God, what is its name? Oh.]

... Eshi.

[The Akuma. The one obsessed with the word Title]

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[Vague hand gesture.]

Obsessed with pictures. Akuma.