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[amauroskia]

What -- is this.

[the single brief thought does no justice to the confusion in Phantom's mind, even as his face betrays not a hint of that confusion. but seeing a macabre dancer stopped dead in Mac Anu's courts is likely a dead give away in any case ...]

I -- alive. Human, apparently. How?

[created reploid, died to return as a cybersoul, now

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[proclaimedrival]

[there was a rather frazzled Cleric not far from the Dancer. Hakuren may have looked well-groomed and collected to the average viewer, but a close inspection revealed the contrary; none of his spells or knowledge gained from his time in the Church could help]

.... Souls... a kor? No, too many people are affected...

[he stops muttering every once in a while to look up and around; searching to see if there was anyone else that needed help? Or perhaps seeking out another individual who might have some idea of what was happening?]

[amauroskia]

Who is that, now ...

[the clothing is unfamiliar, as are the strange human's mutterings. the reference to "souls", on the other hand, prompted a brief moment's pause -- until a handful of heartbeats ago Phantom was nothing but]

[and yet he might be a native of the strangely primitive city.]

My pardon --

[swiftly and silently he padded towards the Cleric]

If I may, there are some things I would wish to ask you.

[proclaimedrival]

More like a wars- [Phantom's sudden appearance startles the blond out of his musings. His first reaction was to go on the defensive but that was quickly stifled when the content of the question is properly processed]

...

My apologies. It's been a hectic few days... [he rubs his temple (a tired soul was he) before turning his attention to Phantom properly. Maybe if Hakuren wasn't so distracted he would have noticed that this Dancer was one he had not seen before. As it was right now...] How can I be of service?

[amauroskia]

[eyes on the startled Cleric, Phantom carefully kept his own stance open and unaggressive. he was not looking for a conflict and made careful effort to telegraph that to the other.]

[it was damned harder to do in a human body. what insanity is this.]

There is no need for an apology. Clearly you have been under strain -- as you say -- and I have come to you at an inoppurtune time.

[he sketched a slight bow, by way of his own apology]

I had the intent to ask you what this city is, and how I may have arrived ... as I am. But you, you appear to have troubles of your own.

Perhaps we may assist each other?

[sirenspear]

[Look further into the crowd, Phantom, and you may spot someone familiar trying to glean information from those who are still awake, a hard, serious look about her-- rare, for Leviathan.

But Leviathan nonetheless.]

Nothing, huh? Even after all this time... doesn't anyone know anything new about this yet?

[amauroskia]

[well, now.]

[and as always, a good thing to observe that in such a crisis as this seems to be, Leviathan will set aside her usual frivolity ... which means, of course, that Phantom glides closer, within earshot.]

[sneaking? him? never.]

[truly.]

New, as opposed to what level of prior information?

breaking out the puns-- also AAAA PHANTOOOOM <3333

[sirenspear]

[As if she wasn't on edge enough already. The girl freezes on the spot upon hearing that voice--

that voice--

--and stiffly, cautiously responds, not turning to look; rather, not sure if she ought to believe her own senses or not.]

... Phantom?

*snrk* <3 ~

[amauroskia]

[that's not a flicker of a little smile, either. definitely not.]

[such a good thing she has not turned to face him.]

That surely confirms my own suspicion of your identity.

Am I that frightening?