( please don't ever mention any of her necromancy looks fake, eichi, you have no idea how many years went into the absolute anatomical perfection of her constructs — put any of the vertebrae beneath their feet before a medical professional and they would remark how it seemed to leap from the page of a textbook.

regardless; it seems her luck is poor. of all the strangers she is locked in here with, she has to fish out one that is just as alien in a place like this as she is. )

Remarkably unhelpful.

( the sweat is beginning to plaster her hair to her forehead; the heavy black Ninth vestments are feeling more and more uncomfortable by the step. but they are nearly across. maintaining their bridge is not yet untenable, just annoying. )

There are no such places where I am from. ( the idea of a shopping mall in drearburh was honestly hilarious. she feels like nav would get a kick out of that — "what would they even sell there, anyway? bone polish? arthritis medicine?" or something like that. ) And while playing archaeologist for a time was novel, it has gotten old.