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[anklets]

Who: LENALEE AND ALL OF YOU
Where: Home base, shrine room
When: Day 7, really early morning. Like the dead of night early.
What: Lenalee won't stand for this situation. (Get it?)


[It's 3am, Thusia. Do you know where your newest arrival is? Well, if for whatever reason you happen to be up at this outrageous hour, you will soon enough. There is a very dazed girl collapsed in the shrine room. She just so happens to be near enough the door that anyone not paying attention to where they're going may trip over her.

Just watch the legs, if you please. They're part of the problem already without being stepped on.]

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[outofthemud]

[It's a good thing Kanda is accustomed to waking up early. And apparently in apartment a, details aren't really important here.

What is important is who he's seeing on the floor out the corner of his eyes.]

... Lenalee?

[anklets]

[He won't even sleep when he's not-dead. Good lord.

At her name, she stirs a little; it takes a moment past that for Kanda's voice to register with her. This isn't where she was, and Kanda hadn't been on the ocean even then, so why... why is she hearing him?

Jolts, pushing herself up onto her elbows to look around.]

—Kanda?!

[outofthemud]

[It's habit!

But he recognizes that short-short hair, and to an extent the markings on her legs, and it's got him a little worried. Beyond, you know, the fact that Lenalee is dead. And it takes him a minute to realize she's probably not his, because he knows she survived beyond that.

Momentarily at a loss of words, before just closing the distance and crouching beside her, checking to make sure she's all right otherwise.]

[anklets]

[See, she doesn't have that advantage, here. All she knows is that when Eshi went up in flames, she did, too (and the edges of Anita's hair tie are cutting into her palm as she unconsciously clutches onto it). There was pain and water and silence and a heaviness on her chest and in her chest, and now she's here where Kanda is—

Lowers her head again; just breathes.]

Is this hell?

[Not a dream, because dreams are good. Seeing Kanda isn't good.]

[vitiates]

[FUNNY PUN IS NOT FUNNY SOBS.

just another day, another look around the building, another.. strangely familiar person lying on the floor near the door and he almost tripped over her because--

well.

if he had a coat he could easily remove he would throw it over her!! alas, he doesn't, so he'll settle for crouching down and trying to shake her awake.]

[anklets]

[YOU'RE LYING. IT'S THE FUNNIEST.

You Kandas have terrible post-mortem habits, has anyone ever told you that? Lenalee might if not for the fact that she's barely conscious and even less aware, at the moment, that this is post-mortem. As Kanda shakes her, she groans and lifts a hand to bat at his, eyes fluttering open.]

...

[Give her a second.]

[vitiates]

[NO IT ISNNNN'TTTT.

hey this is only his second try, sorry for lack of etiquette!! they don't exactly have post-mortem training in the academy!

--give him a second. she really looks familiar, but he hasn't seen Lenalee's hair that short in ages.]

..Are you--?

[anklets]

[YES IT ISSSSS.

Well. Fair warning, if he so much as thinks of trying for a third, she'll kick him. Even with her mucked up legs. For now, however, she's stiffening, trying to push herself upright and reach a shaky hand out to touch his face.

No. No, he can't be here.]

Kanda? What... [Why is he here. (Wherever "here" is.)] Why?

[best_ended]

[well, he's practically camped out near the shrine room anyway and has chronic insomnia]

--oya, another one. Good morning! If it's morning.

[anklets]

[So cheerful, Izaya! Pecha. Fellow in the coat. Lenalee, unfortunately, isn't in such a state of mind to feel cheered by his good morning, so she merely pushes herself up onto her elbows and turns her head to look his direction.]

Good... morning...?

[But... she was dead. She's sure of it. How is this even happening.]

[best_ended]

You're in shock, of course. But try not to worry. The people who have arrived before you seem genuine for the most part.

[anklets]

[At this point, she seems to realize that— hey! She's definitely not in the ocean anymore. Time to panic, a little.]

Who are you? Where am I?

[canihelpyou]

[Guess who doesn't need sleep, I don't. My eyes also don't use light to see. So he's running to crouch by her side] M-Miss?? Are you alright?

[anklets]

[You're a darling, Climber. A soft groan, and Lenalee tilts her head up so look at this— person? She's not really sure, but they don't look or sound threatening.

Hoarsely:] ...Who are you?

This isn't the ocean.

[Or the afterlife.]

[canihelpyou]

I'm Muppet and this is Thusia. Are you hurt? Do you need a hand?

[anklets]

[Hurt?...]

I died. [Didn't she? She pushes herself up onto her hands and knees, but it makes her legs ache so badly that she almost can't stand to stay that way.] Didn't I die...?

[Thusia— she's never heard of such a place, and she is sure as hell that there weren't any islands in sight when she fought Eshi.]

[unmaskedlizard]

...

[freezes for a good long moment before rushing over to her, numb or not]

Lenalee...?

[anklets]

[Oh my god, you people are breaking her. It's been long, too long, since she last truly heard Allen's voice— because, honestly, does thinking back to him when she's sinking beneath the waves really count?— and she jolts as if he's touched her with a live wire.

What how why oh my god.]

You— Allen? [His eye, his clothes, his hair, it's not Allen but it is] What are you doing here?

[She chose to believe you'd live, you idiot.]

[unmaskedlizard]

[Who was depending on who living!! He stares at her, registering that she looks just like she did in the ark, though understanding is too jarred and ANY LENALEE IS NOT OK]

Lenalee... what are you doing here? What's happened to you?

[pyxising]

[. . . ohhhh, I know you. But you've got a crowd, so I'll just. Stand over here]

[anklets]

[We're going to assume that at some point, she manages to disentangle herself from said crowd. In which case, she'll just be limping around. Eventually she'll notice him lingering nearby and offer him a weak smile. BECAUSE HEY they're all dead, so she may as well be nice about it...?]

[pyxising]

[nods to, but doesn't really smile back]

[anopenbook]

[and as people have already discovered her and made some commotion, it does attract a sleepy bookman and--]

Lenalee!

[I RECOGNIZE THAT CONDITION]

[anklets]

[What the—

everyone stop dying.]

Lavi! [Hello, utilising what little ability she has to walk without face-planting to stagger out of the crowd and over to him.] You're here, too...

[anopenbook]

I'm not...hey, hold on. Watch it.

[grabs her shoulders to steady her]

I'm not... ...nevermind that for now, I'll explain later. Take it easy for now, yeah?