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The sensation is like being dragged through a cloud. A heavy, roiling nimbus which pervades your eyes, your ears, your skin, and what feels like your very soul. Or what's left of it.
Your eyes squeeze shut and when they open....well you know this place already, there was much ado about lampposts in this square not too long ago. But what you haven't known in how many weeks is the sun hanging high overhead, not stuck in a perpetual state of Twilight but properly shining in the sky.
The sun feels good and you feel more whole than you have in a while. Those are all inexplicably good things, and they should be celebrated. But the mark on your body, faded but still visible warns of something still more to come. And for those who have been missing a part of themselves for longer than that..it's just a whisper of a feeling, but it is very much real.
Welcome to Krakow, for real this time. For however long it lasts, at least.
CW: Shin's... Hobbies.
We won't let that happen, and I surely hope the living can ruin her plans before she has a chance to try.
[ He could have stopped there, but no. ]
If I could work my will, I would have immediately given that bitch a taste of her own medicine! After all... She'd be much better off as a vanity.
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Was that some kind of pun on how vain she is?
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[ Do you want more, Ango? He is willing to share. ]
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Ah, alright then. I thought you were trying for some wordplay there, my mistake.
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