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[shadow_builder]

It isn't often that Rosalyn feels free to let her true self out, but in a snow covered woods late at night, it feels right. The moon is full enough to light her way, and she has remembered enough of her powers that the woods feel right. Here, a tree is sleeping until spring. There, a tree won't make it through the winter. Over there is only the

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[justanadjutant]

There's one lifeform that doesn't hide, though. Being dead does have its perks, after all.

There's a funny thing about Tenpou. He's very good at being places where he really shouldn't be just in time to see things he really shouldn't see. It's a gift.

[shadow_builder]

Rosalyn is curious enough about what she senses to not just go a different direction when she senses his presence. It's not just that he's dead, but that he's familiar in a way she can't put her finger on.

She nods in greeting. "Good evening." Her voice, unlike her appearance, is her completely normal human one.

[justanadjutant]

Yes, yes, reincarnation is a bitch, ain't it? Not that Tenpou thinks about his reincarnate much, if at all, if he can help it.

He doesn't exactly smirk in reply, but there's a hint of it in his eyes. The sort of quiet arrogance in the face of death that only a war god could claim. "Evening."

[shadow_builder]

Reincarnation just isn't popular in Ros's world. Or if it is, she's been out of touch for so long that she wouldn't recognize anyone. Therefore she's going to be slightly confused for a bit.

"Have we met?" There are an awful lot of people in the Nexus after all.