Forty-six serpents: our songs rang dark with forced joy
Whoa, whoa!
[Anko drops the PCDas she scrambles backwards and into a defensive position, staring at a grave in front of her, a knife already in hand. Seems she stumbled on to one without noticing and whatever she's seeing has her transfixed in horror for a moment or two--
Until she starts laughing. Sits down on the ground and starts laughing.
It doesn't sound entirely sane, that laughter, no... but it's better than screaming or fighting off something only she can see... right?]
Look Rhode, they've taken a leaf out of your book.
[It's muttered half to herself, and then a moment's pause before she starts laughing again, even less-sane-sounding and the feed times out.]
[Anko drops the PCDas she scrambles backwards and into a defensive position, staring at a grave in front of her, a knife already in hand. Seems she stumbled on to one without noticing and whatever she's seeing has her transfixed in horror for a moment or two--
Until she starts laughing. Sits down on the ground and starts laughing.
It doesn't sound entirely sane, that laughter, no... but it's better than screaming or fighting off something only she can see... right?]
Look Rhode, they've taken a leaf out of your book.
[It's muttered half to herself, and then a moment's pause before she starts laughing again, even less-sane-sounding and the feed times out.]