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PouchThe sight of death made her think of her mother. Now that her mother was fused with her due to the magic, she had no escape from it. It didn't matter since she could abuse her power for her own goals. "Drinking, are we? Make sure it's delicious for me,~" Izanami purred in her Joyan voice. Mishiko sighed, "Yes, mother," she responded respectfully and went inside the tavern. People turned to see her and then back to their stuff. Mishiko was no longer famous and the Quillareine everyone knew was publicly stated that she was dead. She couldn't wait to see the faces of Joya when she comes back for them.
She wore her heavy furr coat that was covering her white business buttoned shirt as she wore black slacks. Her shoes were male dress shoes as they were comfortable. "A drink!", she lifted her hand up and waved while walking through the crowd of people. Her white hair shined bright by the light with her black streaks carving through her strands. She sighed softly as she got to her table, drinking as much as she could within the first few minutes.
She wore her heavy furr coat that was covering her white business buttoned shirt as she wore black slacks. Her shoes were male dress shoes as they were comfortable. "A drink!", she lifted her hand up and waved while walking through the crowd of people. Her white hair shined bright by the light with her black streaks carving through her strands. She sighed softly as she got to her table, drinking as much as she could within the first few minutes.
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