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[maidofbones]

[Lady's portal has taken the form of a small compact mirror, much like the beautiful brass one she had owned in life. It had been given to her by her mentor, Sivarte, and its lid had borne an intricate carving which she had spent hours looking at, winding her fingertips through the maze.]

So lovely to see you again...

[She murmurs, opening it,

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[just_the_grin]

Tents? As in a circus tents?

[maidofbones]

[Lady goes very still, blinking slowly. She is not, at the moment, certain of where that voice has come from.]

...Yes? Hello? Who is there?

[just_the_grin]

[ He switches to French. ]

True, true. You are new! Welcome to Promenade, city of dreams and home to a lovely bunch of misfits! My name is Loyal, the ringmaster!

[maidofbones]

City of dreams?

[Isn't that what they call New York city? She looks around herself curiously. She is still confused, but... to hear he is a ringmaster puts his colorful language into a certain perspective for her.]

Your troupe has already arrived, Monsieur?

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[pale_capslock]

[ Ah. He had wondered, with dead who are alive here and with the recent spirits, when he would encounter one such as her. He's intrigued, and she -- by very nature of what she is -- is someone he automatically considers one of his, and so he shows himself.

His motorcycle helmet is on, but the visor is up, revealing the bone his long coat works so hard to hide. He says nothing, though; he wants to see how she will react. ]

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[maidofbones]

[She knows him. He found her in a darkened cellar, too tired and numb for hunger or pain or thirst. Too weak and exhausted to even be angry any longer, though she had been inconsolable with fury when the dark hard first closed around her. Her passing itself had been peaceful, much more peaceful than the days of thirst and starvation which had come before it.

Lady does not wish to remember it, irregardless. And when she sees him, she freezes in place, her brown eyes very wide. She can do nothing but recognize him, no matter how hard she tries to twist her mind elsewhere. It is deeply disturbing to her, but then... it should be. She is not dead. She gathers her hands in over her heart and begins to murmur her prayers,]

Ange de Dieu, toi qui es mon gardien, puisque le ciel m'a confié à toi dans sa bonté, éclaire-moi, dirige-moi et gouverne-moi aujourd'hui.

[She is not dead, and she would not like to die today. So she calls for a guardian angel to spare her.]

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[pale_capslock]

[ So that's how it's going to be. He remembers her, too -- of course he does. He remembers them all. He can't help but chuckle, though, as she starts to pray. ]

I'M NOT HERE FOR YOU. THIS PLACE BRINGS BACK THE DEAD.

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[maidofbones]

[She continues to stare at him, the wide eyes of a frightened child, but she is more respectful than to scream or to run. Her mind is slowly assimilating him besides, the fact that she believes so deeply in God and his angels certainly helps her in explaining the presence of Azrael now.]

I don't... understand.