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[cinderhulk]

This conception of the afterlife is not in the least of what I was expecting. I do not remember the Kindred, but perhaps my death was swift enough despite it all.

...Regardless, there is nothing to undo it now.

I am Shyvana. Formerly part of Demacia's Dragonguard. My strength, fire, and power are undisputed, if they are needed in some capacity.

That is all.

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[perfectteatime]

Not really sure of that yet, other than that we're being played with.

Oh- that must be an unusual situation to be in. [ Ah! ] Byleth Eisner.

[cinderhulk]

I suppose that would explain why I did not encounter the Kindred after all. Then again, many people have held theories about what comes after. I will be mindful if I encounter something suspicious.

No, it isn't. It was necessary. ...At the time, in any case.

Byleth. [Another pause.] I prefer conversations in person. Are you amendable?

[perfectteatime]

The Kindred? What is that?

Ah- yes I don't mind that. Where would you like to meet? I was planning on making a trip into the city anyways...

[cinderhulk]

The spirits of Death. Lamb guides those prepared for death, Wolf hunts those who run from it. Neither appeared for me, I think. But who is to say?

I do not know many locations. Pick one, and I will go there.

[perfectteatime]

How... fascinating. Death is corporeal beings then.

Ah- [ He sends her a location near the edge of the city. ] Here, it is quiet there.

[cinderhulk]

Supposedly that is true. I only know what I have been told, and my father believed in the Kindred.

Then I shall find you there soon, Byleth. I will be on my way.

[perfectteatime]

[ She will find him waiting at the designated area, a small overgrown park on the edge of the city, but it is indeed quiet, and pretty in it's own urban-decay kind of way.

He lifts a hand to wave to her when he sees her. Holy shit she's huge. That is. Wow. She's like... magnificent? Stunning. Those thighs are like tree trunks. ]

[cinderhulk]

Hm. I do not know what I expected... but you are a small man, Byleth.

Then again, most are in comparison to me.

[She doesn't mean it as an insult as she approaches. Instead, she's looking him over, as if in confusion. There is a sense she gets off of him, something similar to how she felt when Yvva neared. But not as chaotic.

It's almost peaceful.]

What sort of person are you?

[perfectteatime]

[ Small? Well, he never really was regarded as particularly large compared to most around him. Still, it's an... amusing observation.

She approaches him and he looks up at her, tilting his head. ]

I'm not sure. [ He shrugs. ] Just... a person, I guess?

How would you answer that question yourself?