3rd Box [Action for those in Spero]

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[That doll... That most freakish doll ever. It was so cute and charming at first but then she had left it behind and it followed her... And keep talking to her. Heather didn't like it one bit. It scared her. That woman, Little Washu offered the bonfire idea but it was too far away and she really didn't want to spend that much time alone with it.

She could give it away but no... She wouldn't want to wish it on another person.

Heather adjusts the old sweater to better fit as she trots out and keeping a lookout for a good place for the doll's resting place. She pauses and goes to stare at it...]

.... STOP STARING AT ME! [And here, with all of her chipped might, goes to throw the doll with all of her might, not caring if it hits a person or building. Throwing things always fixes problems.]

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[And said doll lands at Grell's feet. The reaper, a scarf about her neck for the cooler weather rolling in, picks it up and examines it.]

Is there a problem, sweetie?

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[There is just men clothes for the clone. Heather doesn't look up and just frowns at the ground.]

I don't like the doll, it kept on following me and talking to me. Plus it made me think strange.

[She goes to look up and adjusts the old worn, patchy sweater again.... Okay, the person is really pretty and... so far nothing has register about who the reaper is in front of her.]

Any idea on how to get rid of it?

[redcinemareel]

...who dressed you? [It had to be asked.

Grell looks to the doll in question thoughtfully.] Have you tried cutting it up? Or burning it? [ADJUSTS GLASSES] Burning would be a bit more beneficial, though.

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My caretaker. [She's not too sure if Eric really wants his name out there yet.] He didn't have any clothes for me.

Someone was making a fire to burn the dolls with but she lives in Discedo. [The doll itself was a little girl in school uniform.]

.... [That is a lot of red.]

Is that what you did with your doll?

[redcinemareel]

You're in luck! There is a rather large mall with a special sale~! I'm sure your caretake would not mind you getting a few things from there, hmm~?

[It's a strange doll...]

No, but many who have unwanted dolls burn them in order to make sure they do not return. [Scarlet Fever. Soulless Automatons. Whatever else came up.] She looks to the girl.] How about we make our own fire? It is not so difficult~!

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Really? You think that Eric will get me something from there? [She seems a little excited about that thought. But...] But he did give me these and they are warm enough. [Just don't look at the pants Grell, they are worse then the sweater.]

I like that idea! [Fire always sounds nice.] How can we make one?

[redcinemareel]

...it figures Eric gave you them. [SIGHS] He must not know about the malls here. I would suggest you either take him to get you clothing, go on your own, or I can accompany you. Because NO ONE deserves to be in such horrendous attire.

You also need a woman's touch.

[She drops the doll ungracefully and looks about.] A good question. Fire burns best with wood, but this island has little of that. So there is just ONE thing to do.

Create an explosion.

[Because traveling 7 hours via train or teleporting to Discedo is just silly.]

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... What's a mall? The only other place besides home I have been too is the subway. [And wait a minute...] How do you know Eric?

A woman's touch? [Wait what? Why is a man saying these things? At least she still somewhat thoughtful of her words as pieces are slowly falling into place.]

A-A-A-A EXPLOSION? Wouldn't that be too dangerous?!

[redcinemareel]

A mall is a large, usually wide building with various shops inside. Think of it as an indoor market. [Tilts her head to the side.] A subway? Oh, sweetie, the world is a vast place! You shouldn't stick to a dank subway.

Eric is a coworker of mine. [A pause.] Or is it former? We're no longer in our world, after all.

...you have a point. [Humans are such fragile things.] We should just cut up the doll.

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Where is it at? Can you show me? [Heather so far hasn't seen any reason not to trust the older woman. She blinks and probably now says the worst thing possible.] But I don't live there, I live with my caretaker.

Coworker? .... Are you a Shinigami too?

Yeah, that would probably be better.

[redcinemareel]

Of course! It's not that far from here. [Points out to the near distance.] It's that rather large building there.

I hope it's better than living in a subway.

...a shiniwhat? [Sorry, Grell speaks only the Queen's English.

Pulls out a dagger from her coat and hands it to the girl, handle first.]

Did you want to do the honors?

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[She looks in the direction of the pointing.] I wonder what is in there...

[She goes to frown up at her.] It's the best place to live.

... A death god.

[She blinks again as she was given the dagger. She twirls the dagger a moment before nodding her head.]

Okay. [Okay, if Grell is who she thinks she is... Heather goes to make sure that she doesn't really make any sudden movements.]

[redcinemareel]

Better clothing than what you have on now.

[Raises an eyebrow] Why is that?

[She pinches the bridge of her nose.] Is NOTHING sacred, anymore? Such things are not for humans to know. He must get that from William.

[Grell gives the girl some space to let her do as she pleases to the doll. Mutilation can be a private thing for some.]

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But this is what Eric gave me. [Eric has the best choices, obvs.] And what would you put me in?

It just is.

.....Who is William? [Okay, that just conforms her fears... Grell is there and she is the number one person next to Batman according to Eric to avoid.] Do you also have a Death Scythe?

[She takes a quick glance behind her towards Grell. She does make a quick work of the doll though she does cut her finger during the process and drops the knife. She goes to put the cut part of her hand into her mouth to keep it from bleeding and with her other hand, goes to offer the knife back to Grell.]

[redcinemareel]

[...good Fates...]

Since the weather is getting cooler, you'll need at least a coat. Clothing that fits would be nice. [Crosses her arms in thought.] Do you have an aversion to dresses?

Well, such logic cannot be beaten. [What even.]

William is our superior. [At the question, Grell frowns.] Although such matters are not of your concern, all reapers possess one.

The cut does not go unnoticed. Novices. Grell steps forward and takes the weapon, placing it into her coat before extracting a handkerchief.]

Your first time wielding something that sharp?

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[She frowns just a little bit before shaking her head.]

Never worn anything that you mentioned.

No, it can't. [SUCH is the logic of a child!]

Superior? Eric's is probably better then yours.

[She blinks as she notices the handkerchief.]

I think so... Don't remember.

[redcinemareel]

Then you should definitely try them! You'll get sick without the proper attire!

...sweetie, William is our superior at work. Including Eric's.

[The handkerchief is to be taken, not stared at.]

Then you simply do not possess the practiced skill of avoiding injury.

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... What if Eric doesn't approve of them? [Though getting sick would be a bad thing.]

But he is not here....You are Grell?

[She blinks and takes the handkerchief and wraps her hand with it.]

Not my fault that I don't remember... [Perhaps she can ask Eric or Batman to teach her how to use it.]

[redcinemareel]

I doubt he could disapprove of clothing you picked yourself. That doesn't sound very nice at all! [Clothes equals not getting sick and looking fashionable!]

No, he is not. Thankfully. [Pushes back a lock of red hair.] I am.

It would be best to relearn, then. This world is not safe for the innocent.

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(Are you sure that you trust her to pick out her own clothes?) He is nice though.

Why do you say that? (And yep, she is now in the company of the one that is on the top of to avoid list. No sudden movements.... No sudden movements...)

It shouldn't be hard to.

(Oh god, she is in so much trouble now AND THOSE TEETH! What to do and what if the other wants to eat her?!?! Ust stay calm, maybe he won't sense fear...)

[redcinemareel]

[Grell will guide her. She has to start somewhere.

She nods at the statement.] He can be, yes.

Our superior can be a bit stuffy most times. I cannot fault him for doing his job.

Do you have a name, sweetie?

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(The art of fashion is a lost art.)

Not can be, he is.

Does he enjoy it?

(And it is now that Sai will learn forever what not to call Grell.)

Its Heather, sir. (How can she sneak away especially before Eric finds out.)

[redcinemareel]

[It can always be found.]

...he isn't to everyone. You're lucky in that regard.

Does he enjoy his job? [That...is a very good question. Grell looks contemplative, and a bit somber, but shrugs.] Uncertain. He has worked rather hard to gain his position. Our line of work is rather difficult, so I can imagine how much that difficulty multiplies when managing others.

[Really? Sir? Ugh...]

...Ma'am, if you please.

[She walks over and examines the pieces of the doll, nodding softly.] Very nice work, Heather. Now, will you be going to that mall?

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[With someone like Grell, it is never lost.]

I have an idea as to why... [But not saying it to the wild animal.]

And you are saying that Eric doesn't work hard?

[She blinks at the correction and just goes to stare at Grell.... Just what part of that is female?]

Ah, yes si- I mean Ma'am! [She quickly flinches but watches Grell examine her work on the doll.... and then that question! She might be able to get away safe and sound.]

I will be! [And here, she goes to take a couple steps in the direction of the mall. Perfectly confident that she has managed to get away from the reaper.]

[redcinemareel]

...I don't particularly blame him. [Waves her hand dismissively.] No matter.

Oh, Eric works very hard! I would trust him to get any job done. [She's being sincere about that. They may spat, but Eric is a hard worker, and does his missions well.]

[What part of Grell is MALE, exactly?]

Good to hear! [Smiles] Be sure to show me the fruits of your trip, hmm~? [Grell wouldn't follow unless asked. She isn't that crazed.]