[From high above, a figure with dark wings and twisted claws in place of hands descends, coming to land close by the singing girl. His eyes glow in the darkness, and his voice is hoarse and animalistic, but it is still Haji as he elegantly bows.]
My beloved Queen. Your voice is lovely as ever.
[ooc: Consider this a more... violent and vicious Haji, devoted to his Queen with violent fervor. Kinda James-ish?]
[She turns her glance over to him as she briefly speaks, giving the man the quietest and most pleading of smiles. She offers out a hand, beckoning him closer. Sirens are such horribly lonely creatures, always pleading for company no matter how much of it they get.]
[Don't ask where the broadcast is coming from, but a pair of eyes can be seen staring into the screen. This sound rattles through before it sounds like static. Maybe.]
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My beloved Queen. Your voice is lovely as ever.
[ooc: Consider this a more... violent and vicious Haji, devoted to his Queen with violent fervor. Kinda James-ish?]
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Haji.
[She turns her glance over to him as she briefly speaks, giving the man the quietest and most pleading of smiles. She offers out a hand, beckoning him closer. Sirens are such horribly lonely creatures, always pleading for company no matter how much of it they get.]
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[He moves closer, taking the hand and pressing a kiss to it.]
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Beautiful.
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So she sings to them, just for them almost.]
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[And that's what she's doing, drawing them towards comfort. And death too, of course, but what good siren would ever openly admit to that?]
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[Looking at a reaper’s list of names. ]
You might be able to comfort quite a few… from the way it looks.
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