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[There's a stairway leading to a small outdoors courtyard on the roof, and Robin is sitting on the tiles at the edge of that, a distance past the safety rail, and looking down at the ground below. It's very quiet, and the air feels heavy, as if it's about to rain. There's a dark cloud on the horizon.
She sighs, and holds up a wrapped bundle to look at for a second, then sets it down again. The bundle is wrapped in white cloth, and is suspiciously shaped like a human arm - and as it happens, her own left sleeve is conspicuously empty. While she sits there, she mutters a few things under her breath.]
"Hello, I'm very sorry I killed you..." ...Oh, no. I can't just come up to them like that. That's too abrupt. Think, think! There has to be a better way to bring it up.
[[ooc: She's back to being a modified Akuma again, so it's not dangerous for people to approach her.]]
She sighs, and holds up a wrapped bundle to look at for a second, then sets it down again. The bundle is wrapped in white cloth, and is suspiciously shaped like a human arm - and as it happens, her own left sleeve is conspicuously empty. While she sits there, she mutters a few things under her breath.]
"Hello, I'm very sorry I killed you..." ...Oh, no. I can't just come up to them like that. That's too abrupt. Think, think! There has to be a better way to bring it up.
[[ooc: She's back to being a modified Akuma again, so it's not dangerous for people to approach her.]]