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[rebelsplotting]

Who: You and your ear drums.
Where: Shrine Room.
When: Day 7, Early Morning.
What:

[All is quiet and calm. You would hardly even notice a woman in a rather ornate outfit with a cropped top and full skirts as she paces, drawn in thought. It is just another morning in the life of—]

Coward!

[Well, it was time to rise and shine, anyway.]

Comments

[rebelsplotting]

I do not care for its state! This realm is not of my concern!

[edgeofjustice]

For at least the immediate future you've died and you're stuck here. It's going to become your concern pretty quickly.

[rebelsplotting]

Do not dictate what is of import to me.

[edgeofjustice]

Wouldn't dream of it.

[rebelsplotting]

[smart aleck, taking a moment before sweeping out of the shrine room]

[edgeofjustice]

[well, I guess I will trail out and start breakfast then]

[rebelsplotting]

[taking five minutes before oh fucking god and coming back]

This is all?!

[edgeofjustice]

We've only been here seven days, and for the first four it was only a handful of us. It's slow going.

[rebelsplotting]

Did you all bear up in a wardrobe?

[subtly checking him, and when he seems to be engrossed in cooking, reaching under her skirts]

[edgeofjustice]

Close. A closet.

[I can cook in my sleep; keeping an eye on that]

[rebelsplotting]

[. . . fine then, turning around with a noise of displeasure, but eventually pulling a knife that was strapped to her thigh out]

Nonsense. Absurd beyond reason.

[edgeofjustice]

Yeah, it's pretty farfetched sounding.-

[rebelsplotting]

Yet it is our reality.

[and taking that knife to her skirts, cutting half a foot above her knees]

[edgeofjustice]

For practical reasons?