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[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

[A shortish, slender man with shock white hair and red eyes appears on the Plane. He's wearing a long, fitted jacket with buckles on the back and at the throat, and the loop of a chain, much like a wallet chain, hangs down his right leg. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of the jacket and he's just...looking around.]

...what is this? Am I dead again?

Tch. Lame. I wasn't even with that idiot Badou or those jokers from that gang this time. Must've been pretty fast, I guess. I don't even remember it...

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[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Ammy is in human form for some reason.]

"Dead again?" Goodness, I hope you do not mean that literally.

[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

[ffff more women]

It'd be a pretty shitty metaphor, wouldn't it?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, I am not sure! People from my future come up with all manner of strange metaphors~

[straydogsbite.livejournal.com]

Future? What are you, some kind of dial-a-psychic?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Dial-a-psychic? I am afraid that I don't know what you mean.