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Oichi sleeps in her coffin. She does not fight against it. She just sleeps, the cool stone under her body never warming and her body chilled. She is content to lay in that comforting darkness. Waiting for her strength to return and for her friend to come back; the hell hands aren't with her, they are gone away. But they come back after a while, creeping forth through the darkness and joining in her shadow. They reattach, slotting in as though dislocated.

It's then that she stands and smashes through the walls of her sarcophagus. With the tiniest gesture of her flesh fingers, the shadow hands follow and do as they have been told. She does not smile, but she laughs, stepping out unsteadily. She sways as though she doesn't know how to stand, and the hands steady her. She leaves the room, coming to the spring.

She sits by it and dips her hands in to drink, the dark shadowy hands holding her hair back so it doesn't slip into the water. And after she has quenched her thirst she wanders the place, hands running along the worn stone, humming a lullaby to herself.

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[dai]

[He was prone to wandering, it kept him busy enough but it didn't mean he was pleased with it as he was starting to run out of room. Malik didn't like feeling as if he was cooped up and even though he had his rooms, the people around him and the familiar faces on top of that he did not like the idea of the whole surrounding, the whole idea that nothing was said. It was frustrating, so quietly he moved along and allowed his thoughts to settle slightly.

It was in his wandering that he came across the woman, with the shadow following her about. Despite her song it was perturbing to see such a thing and he frowned, thinking about his choices before stepping into the area by the spring.] Is that a curse that follows you?

You seem comfortable with it.