[ basically she woke up on the ground and is not happy about that.
the long story is that she spent the entire debriefing frowning at the reapers. marchesa doesn't usually frown. she usually smiles, often with a hint of teeth and a promise of retribution by armed thugs storming your house in the middle of the night. what makes her frown is that this entire charade is disgusting, and she's actually dead and this poses problems in all sorts of ways.
first of all, she's dead.
second of all, the very fact that there is a system set up like this means that someone is profiting off of it.
third of all, she doesn't like being a part of a conspiracy that she herself didn't perpetuate.
it's with those thoughts in mind that she brushes herself off without another word. the lack of colour in the world around her is honestly jarring-- she blinks rapidly, as though hoping to clear the monochrome film, but gives up after a few seconds of squinting. the world at large is very different colourless, and to be entirely honest, she finds it unsettling. which must be the reapers' goal, all in all. the least she can do is to bear it and flick them the proverbial finger.
first things first, however. she needs to explore her environment, verify the facts for herself, and then find herself a partner. the crows of people milling about are annoying. can they really not see her?
as though to test her hypothesis, she reaches out abruptly to grab the arm of the first person that catches her eye. ]
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the long story is that she spent the entire debriefing frowning at the reapers. marchesa doesn't usually frown. she usually smiles, often with a hint of teeth and a promise of retribution by armed thugs storming your house in the middle of the night. what makes her frown is that this entire charade is disgusting, and she's actually dead and this poses problems in all sorts of ways.
first of all, she's dead.
second of all, the very fact that there is a system set up like this means that someone is profiting off of it.
third of all, she doesn't like being a part of a conspiracy that she herself didn't perpetuate.
it's with those thoughts in mind that she brushes herself off without another word. the lack of colour in the world around her is honestly jarring-- she blinks rapidly, as though hoping to clear the monochrome film, but gives up after a few seconds of squinting. the world at large is very different colourless, and to be entirely honest, she finds it unsettling. which must be the reapers' goal, all in all. the least she can do is to bear it and flick them the proverbial finger.
first things first, however. she needs to explore her environment, verify the facts for herself, and then find herself a partner. the crows of people milling about are annoying. can they really not see her?
as though to test her hypothesis, she reaches out abruptly to grab the arm of the first person that catches her eye. ]