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【VIDEO】 shut up and swallow | tw just in case: non-descriptive talk of cadavers! ♥
[ Having arrived in the middle of a ship-wide network failure the communicative devices remain a novelty to Liliana, who has been idly amusing herself with the predictability of people despite their confusing terminology and lexical fields. There is so much yet to learn about this hulking vessel that calls itself the Tranquility—fitting of name, in certain respects, providing its main goal is to deceive.
... She has her own theories about that, too, but for the time being she's content to keep her cards from the table. Now, with the promise of deception in mind: ]
As a relatively new arrival, I'd like to thank all whom have offered their assistance in coming to terms with this displacement.
[ A charming smile curves mauve lips into an expression of captivating gratitude—her appearance is a little too eerie to be natural, although that might have more to do with the violet embers flickering across her eyes than, say, the wrap of demonic sorcery holding her together. Although the gothic architecture of the ship caters to her tastes the prospect of manual labour does not: Liliana didn't prolong her life to end up so wretched—on a par with the hordes of common people—and she needs bodies if she's to build some measure of home comfort around herself. A lock of hair is flipped back over her shoulder with a rich chuckle. ]
In return, I'd like to offer my assistance to the ship in what small way I can. My name is Liliana and my speciality is in the handling of the dead— [ A moment of pause as she lowers her lashes a little way; she's a passionate person, after all, and her eyes have betrayed her before. ] ... Autopsy, if you like, and my knowledge of the area is extensive.
[ She tilts her head on an enigmatic smile. ]
Miserable work, I know, but it has to be done. Do let me know if I can be of use.
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And how do we know we can trust a dame like you?
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[ Please. She laughs openly his query—a deep and deceptively pleasant sound. ]
My dear boy. There are no dames like me.
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[ Her smile spreads. ]
Tell me, does this boy have a name?
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Why the fresh corpses?