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Well now, this is a bit interesting. A girl has just floated into the Nexus.
Her name is Endra.
Anyone who looks at her will get a feeling that something is just not right. Sensors may register her as a non-human lifeform (though she's quite human). She has blue hair, short around her face with two long tails that extend at the back of her neck, and completely blank eyes with a color to match. Her outline is blurry, she seems almost not there. And her expression never changes as she looks around the Nexus, suggesting this is where she knew she was going to end up, or that she wanted to end up here.
She does not look at the Sign. She continues to hover in midair, her toes pointed down to the floor and her arms behind her back, hands closed around the handle of a long scythe - it has three blades, two crescent-shaped ones arched downward and one large, diamond-shaped one with a cutout in the middle in which a metal crescent moon is welded, and all look very sharp and deadly. Clearly she takes very good care of this weapon, perhaps better care than she does of herself.
She sits upon the handle of the scythe, hovers, and looks unutterably sad despite her face's blankness. She still does not look at the Sign.
"I have two questions." The voice, as strange as it may seem, appears to be crackling with static.
"Question number one. What is it, exactly, about the phrase 'I am sorry, but I must kill you, because my orders are absolute' that is frightening? It is an apology, a sympathetic gesture."
"Question number two. What is the purpose of...'holidays'?"
Her name is Endra.
Anyone who looks at her will get a feeling that something is just not right. Sensors may register her as a non-human lifeform (though she's quite human). She has blue hair, short around her face with two long tails that extend at the back of her neck, and completely blank eyes with a color to match. Her outline is blurry, she seems almost not there. And her expression never changes as she looks around the Nexus, suggesting this is where she knew she was going to end up, or that she wanted to end up here.
She does not look at the Sign. She continues to hover in midair, her toes pointed down to the floor and her arms behind her back, hands closed around the handle of a long scythe - it has three blades, two crescent-shaped ones arched downward and one large, diamond-shaped one with a cutout in the middle in which a metal crescent moon is welded, and all look very sharp and deadly. Clearly she takes very good care of this weapon, perhaps better care than she does of herself.
She sits upon the handle of the scythe, hovers, and looks unutterably sad despite her face's blankness. She still does not look at the Sign.
"I have two questions." The voice, as strange as it may seem, appears to be crackling with static.
"Question number one. What is it, exactly, about the phrase 'I am sorry, but I must kill you, because my orders are absolute' that is frightening? It is an apology, a sympathetic gesture."
"Question number two. What is the purpose of...'holidays'?"