W1 Curfew: Simulation Room

[sootprints]

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[spiritbalm]

[ VERY lightly prodding her with the end of a pink sparkly staff he's carrying. ]

Are you alive?

[doublefists]

No. I passed away an hour ago.

[ why is your staff sparkly. ]

[spiritbalm]

[ it's whimsical. ]

Your ghost is terribly talkative ...

[doublefists]

That's me, I never shut up.

[ swats at his leg. ]

At least I'm not missing limbs.

[spiritbalm]

[ is swat. smacking her hand with the staff. ]

It's-- It will return eventually. It's a large amount of magic, I assume. I just have to be patient.

[ IT SUCKS. ]

[doublefists]

[ ow her hand SHE'S INJURED not on her hand but OWWWW WHINES ]

Ow. [ a beat. ] Maybe if I challenge you a race to regrow bits of flesh it'll go faster. I feel like you'd heal better out of spite.

[spiritbalm]

Probably. I do a lot of things out of spite.

[ going to lower himself to to the floor to just sit nearby then. ]

[doublefists]

[ she is fine with this, half-grinning at that comment. ]

Nobody else came out, right?