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[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[--WITH AN UNQUENCHING DESIRE FOR THE FLESH OF THE LIVING.... Now our knight has retreated to the field of stars with the sleeping Fumie in tow. Exhausted, the protector searches desperately for signs of backup, brandishing his bloodied rapier. THEY CANNOT HIDE FOREVER, FOR THE NOSE OF A CHEETAH IS POWERFUL, AND IN THE LAND OF THE DEAD, OUR HEROES SMELL DELICIOUSLY ALIVE.]

... Has... anyone seen Sam?

[ooc: Because somebody had to start this thing.]

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[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[Late tag! :|b]

... After she called, yeah.

[didorothy]

[:|b ♥]

Good. You'll stay with her?

[twelvemasks.livejournal.com]

[Nod.]

[didorothy]

[nods in return]

Those.... coffins, in the streets. And that moon. Those are yours?