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[One might be outside or catching a glimpse of the scenery through the window. But wait, Wasn't it bright and sunny just a moment before? The clouds have rolled in blocking out the golden rays, but they can't obscure them completely. The area is left in a haze of oranges and golds as if a fog had settled in. The door just passed by? Gone. The

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[Purses her lips slightly. Sudden changes in the scenery (and getting locked in), especially for the more eerie, were never a good thing. She puts a hand on Mugen's hilt and grips it tightly in case she needs a quick draw.

She tilts her head to get the best estimate she can to where the voices are coming from before walking that way, stamping the deep blanket of leaves beneath her feet.]

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[Leaves fall on her head as if someone had dumped a bucket as she walks. The voices are switched to laughter as two figures dart away from her in opposite directions at the prank. One is small boy with short hair and scar across his nose. The other is a long haired, young woman in a flowing dress. They scamper off, and Kanda may only have time to chase after one.]

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[Stupid leaves. Swatting them off her head. She looks up to see if she can make out the source of the voices--

and stops. That was the last thing she was expecting to see. For a moment, she's just stuck in place.]

--Hey! [Glances between them. She settles for moving to catch up to a point where she's not following one in particular, not sure who she's supposed to pursue.] Get back here!

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[The both turn in unison (it is eerie really) with their hands behind their back and smile at her. Both are still back pedaling as they do. She should recognize them now if she didn't before. Alma of the past and present. Not hers by their gender, but Alma all the same.

The laugh cheerfully at her beckoning her in their direction, before they turn and run at full speed.]

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[She stops again, hesitating. She... actually doesn't really want to follow them. It just has Bad Idea written all over it.

But ultimately she sees little choice, and follows the direction of the woman. She associated less of a threat with her.]

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[The woman keeps running, but waiting all the time for Kanda to keep up. The leaves beneath their feet will change to hard wood with stain glass windows lining the wall. She hands Kanda an ornate and very expensive hair clip before gathering her hair in her hands. Her outfit changes into a fine and long white dress. A wedding dress.]

Help me with this.

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[Kanda picks up speed slightly as she follows, sparing quick glances around as the scenery changes. And thus Alma stopping and holding the clip out for her catches her completely by surprise, and she skids to a halt (and nearly falls over).

... Uh. Slowly takes it.] All right?

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[She smiles at her as she turns around for Kanda to put the clip into her tightly held hair.]

You'll be my maid of honor?

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[Puts it in hard hair as well as she can.] Maid of honor?

... Who are you marrying?

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You'll see.

[She touches the clip now dripping slowly drops of blood and seems very pleased. Alma twirls around and grabs Kanda by her hands and drags her toward the front of the chapel.

If she manages to get Kanda to be a position where she can peek in the room, none other than Tyki Mikk will be standing near the alter. Who were you expecting? A male version of yourself.]

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[... Blood?] Hey, wait you're--

[Bleeding. Though she cuts off at the end when she just spots who's at the alter.

... What the hell?]

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[To be honest, Tyki looks less than thrilled at the arrangement, and one of his gloved hands is also staining red with blood.

Alma walks up to the front of the alter ignoring the tradition of having anyone give her away. She motions for Kanda to come join.]

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[--Yeah running right after her, staying close. The sheer surrealism of this aside, she's still wary that it won't take a turn for the worst.]

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[The priest is a portly man as he goes through the ritual sermon. Tyki fidgets. He fidgets a lot actually to denote he doesn't want to be there. Alma, however, couldn't be happier, but that blood is pooling down her hair to stain her dress.

The priest pipes up.]

Are there any objections to why these two should not be wed?

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[Nnnngh, she doesn't want to crush her with this, but.]

... I think she's bleeding.

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[The priest looks at Alma and seems to notice for the first time that she is bleeding.]

Oh! We should put this on hold until you are feeling well.

[Alma wipes around to look at Kanda her face strained before she bursts into tears.]