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[rigor_modus]

[Should you venture into the lobby, you might be graced with the sight of two young Asian women standing together. Their faces are painted, all perfect and serene. Upon closer inspection, you might find that these women are, in fact, made of wood. On the outside, at least; heavy perfume masks the scent of death and formaldehyde. One of the few

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[blackartstrap]

About time you two came out to play.

[She smiles, quite genuinely.]

But where is your master, I wonder?

[rigor_modus]

[Osan reaches her first. She stands at Viper's left side, resting her chin on the woman's shoulder. One hand sits on her opposite shoulder and the other latches onto Viper's arm. Kohal follows, standing before the woman and pulling something from her kimono; a red rose. She extenders her arm, offering it to Viper.]

[blackartstrap]

Thank you, Kohal.

[Her trapped hand settles on Osan's arm, as she receives the rose.]

You have been missed.

[madnssstaste]

They are aware.

[From somewhere up in the rafters, Owl sits comfortably. There's a gleam in her eye and a definite hint of joy in her voice.]

[blackartstrap]

[She idly runs her fingers through Kohal's hair, looking up in Owl's general direction.]

Your mood has improved. I'm glad.

[madnssstaste]

Of course it has~ I have everything now. [Her commander, her dolls... Owl's heart was still sore for the rest of their unit, but that could wait. The most important things in her life had been returned to her.]