who: fortune & glory lukas vs. mo demons & sin. what: short on ironic developments, destiny dances two mourners to a whole new funeral. where: procession to the pink pocky ship shrine in #608. when: after this epitaph. warnings: reply hazy, try again later.
i won't go whistlin' by your grave.
The spookshow blackcherry quite contrary, grievanced up through the shambling, dry vein of the elevator mummy with her haunted halls decked in a little miss sunshine yellow tshirt, drown corpse-lip blue plaid flannel, and fluffy-skinned cheetah print slippers. But unlike Mary, her garden had long ago been brutalized under the glare of the hot-blooded sun, skeletal fossils swapped for paper-hulls, empty skulls, and dead witches who didn't know how to run. Scoops of messy black in hairbands, bangs, tired eyes and pale as a snow queens death.
Usually a little ghost might be wary of cremating itself to unknown burial mounds, way up in the higher realms of the belly of the beastly apartment building that just kept on getting more and more arduous to stomach. Occasionally espying the fleeing limb of a demon out of the corner of your eye or hearing prayers whispered to you, as a yama king (who died and tattle taled on her in the underworld?), was hardly her definition of 'easy to deal with.' So, if this person was an axe murderer hungry for akuma blood, all the better. She'd welcome the slaughter with open arms. Put me out of my misery.
The broken ribs of the injured koto were significantly taller than the short black lotus; the thing wasn't heavy, just awkward, and carrying a ridiculously enormous bottle of sake hardly helped make the little Japanese horror movie's journey out of the elevator and out into the hall any easier. To be precise, it was a matter of dragging it like a lacquered cadaver, followed by thrilling her dead fingers into her ribbon mess bun while it rested on her collarbone, as if an answer could be conjured like the demons that followed her around. Didn't Mr. Gregory say they were supposed to listen to her? If this person didn't have their door open, she was going to have to kick it when she got there.