Death and OTA
Death was... well perched and watching for anything to come at them. She felt everyone had given her a wide berth, and while she couldn't blame them, she was a little disheartened. She meant no ill, and honestly wanted to help, but everyone saw her as some kind of... bad luck charm. And the mope was all but radiating off her, she hated that feeling, she was used to not having many feelings. This place was already changing her a bit.
"I'm really not bad luck" she said to herself, actually pouting a little bit.