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Nov 22, 2010 23:35

[ this time she doesn't much have the chance to muse to herself, as a ghost entering this foreign room to offer her a hand is too startling to handle. though she shouldn't be surprised, guessing where she might be, it still causes the young woman to bow out in a hurry.

out in the hallway, she finds herself even more confused. an inn of some sort? and now she's noticing the state she's in... her mortal injury is gone, the only traces left behind being the dried blood and torn kimono. reaching up, she grips to torn fabric to try and pull it together to save her some sense of modesty as she begins heading for the stairs. she isn't sure why she feels scared, but...this isn't what she expected.

of course, her expression would hardly betray that ]

johnny storm, himura tomoe

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