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((OOC: A follow-up to this conversation with Death the Kid, and thus a closed thread.))
[After she finishes talking to Kid, Sylvanas sets a deep pot of water on the stove and turns on the gas-flame. She knows her room is cold, compared to even the others in this building; temperature extremes hardly bother her, anymore. Perhaps this tiny source of heat will make her place more bearable. Was a child of Death Itself even effected by such things?
The displaced Banshee Queen gazes out her third-storey window at the street below, idly, searching for a thin young man wearing a black suit, with three white stripes in his hair.]
[After she finishes talking to Kid, Sylvanas sets a deep pot of water on the stove and turns on the gas-flame. She knows her room is cold, compared to even the others in this building; temperature extremes hardly bother her, anymore. Perhaps this tiny source of heat will make her place more bearable. Was a child of Death Itself even effected by such things?
The displaced Banshee Queen gazes out her third-storey window at the street below, idly, searching for a thin young man wearing a black suit, with three white stripes in his hair.]