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[mortestmamere]

[Oh no, look who it is... who gave this crazy wretch a PORTAL? She is looking especially crazed today, in all honesty. Her dark hour is a stringy mess around her slime face, the knotting of it almost as intricate as the lace of her mask. She also seems to be a state of rather noticeable undress, all she has on over her skin is a sheer black robe

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[no_hometown]

[He recognizes her. Madness and poetry readings aren't too strange to Sephiroth, and nudity--or near nudity--has no impact on him. He might be wry or even a little mocking, but not in a way one could pin down.]

Your favorite poem, perhaps?

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[mortestmamere]

[And she remembers him, pale as a specter with piercing jade cat eyes.]

One of my favorites, yes, it reminds me of my mother.

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[no_hometown]

Your mother. [His eyes brighten with interest, then. He doesn't know what it's like, to be reminded of a mother.] What was she like?

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[mortestmamere]

[Her attention drifts for a moment. For Christine, it is to search out her mother's spirit, never far away, to reach out and touch it, though to an onlooker she looks quite insane in the act.]

She was broken. It made her beautiful, to be broken, it made her eyes gleam with sorrow. Like a bird in a cage, one would be torn to decide whether to laugh at its futile singing or to reach inside and crush it in your fist... I was the only one who loved her, I fed her heart and she adored me.