[Oh, Raphael... You and your busted nose. Kiritsubo might be used to the smell of blood and death, having spent much of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries traveling around with a battlethirsty oni and the rest of the Four Generals... but it wasn't her favorite. A hint on the wind, sure, that was exciting... a little undercurrent to her sweet florals and bitter musks, but...
The rot can go.
And she ("he") sighs, annoyed at the entire development because there was little point in being actually interested, not when it was a world either gone already or doomed to be, according to Zenith's tenants. Normally she would be tempted to pull the loose strings, figure out how this came to be, but... if patterns held they only had half a day here, so.]
I don't clean.
[... And also, even if they wanted to, their abilities simply were not suited for it. Casual as can be, they pull the damp towel from where it is wrapped around their trim waist (revealing their bronze-skinned, chiseled physique is crafted rather perfect everywhere, it seems), ripping it into thin strips before leaning down to crack an ice-frozen hand off the zombie-thing at their feet.]
So if you would please choose to, I will take care of the hallway.
[Which is where they begin walking, completely nude, idly using the sluggish blood from the shattered wrist to draw runes on the cloth.]
\o/
The rot can go.
And she ("he") sighs, annoyed at the entire development because there was little point in being actually interested, not when it was a world either gone already or doomed to be, according to Zenith's tenants. Normally she would be tempted to pull the loose strings, figure out how this came to be, but... if patterns held they only had half a day here, so.]
I don't clean.
[... And also, even if they wanted to, their abilities simply were not suited for it. Casual as can be, they pull the damp towel from where it is wrapped around their trim waist (revealing their bronze-skinned, chiseled physique is crafted rather perfect everywhere, it seems), ripping it into thin strips before leaning down to crack an ice-frozen hand off the zombie-thing at their feet.]
So if you would please choose to, I will take care of the hallway.
[Which is where they begin walking, completely nude, idly using the sluggish blood from the shattered wrist to draw runes on the cloth.]