[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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[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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[... 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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[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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.... shut the fuck up.
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[She settles for looking around at all the blood.]
Stop gawking.
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[Unfortunately, her legs aren't ready to stand. She flops back against the wall and coughs.]
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... Eshi.
[The Akuma. The one obsessed with the word Title]
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Obsessed with pictures. Akuma.
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