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Looks down at the grave, his wet hair clinging to his face and then falling off heavily. He slowly steps back and sits against a wall, knees up and tightly clinging to as he cries for Mae's family.

Tsunami walks into the graveyard, with her black umbrella again, black gloves a black top hat with a veil covering her face, as she walked her black gown dragged on the floor, she headed for the back where a grave was all by it's self, the roses she left there last time had died and blown away, this time she brought black roses that she had grown herself, she knelt before the grave pulling her dress back alittle and her legs cound be seen with black fishnet stockings and high heel boots.

He appears from the shadows, seemingly looking at her from under the cloak. "Sh....the dead need not noise to let them rest...be there peace in this place..." it was a message that did not require his mouth to say, it was in her mind.

A staff appears in his hand, revealing his head as his hood is blown up and back from his angelic and vampiric power. "They have not ears to hear your song, you waste your breath in a pointless song of cheer..." his eyes were sewn shut and his voice was low and raspy. ((ever seen dune: children of dune? well I look like maud'ip after the bomb and after he gets the cloak, and the beard and all that...))

He smiled a bearded smile. "Mock you? No, I merely ask to know why you waste the breath of life on the breathless dead." He walks slowly, his staff making small clunk noises as he guides himself toward her. razz eople respect the dead through many ways, song is not one Ive heard in a long time." The staff was slowly powering down and getting less and less intense as he walked, his angelic wings now bursting forth from his back.

They have a span of forty feet , creating gusts as he stretches them. "Flowers do grow when given the proper lighting..." A white glow surrounds his whole body as he walks past her, eluminating everything. "Though I choose to just let them wither." He is walking toward the city to have his fun with the FBI.

His blind eyes pierce into hers. "If you do not care and my words do not matter, then why reply to them?" His hand was slowly rising, as were every other graves except the one she was on. "I am the giver and taker of souls...I am the power that supplies the heaven's and the Hell's, and I am the judge, jury, and executioner of these souls. I do not care why you are here. I don't think they do either, most of them are burning in the pits and getting tortured, unable to hear your song. The rest are at a peaceful slumber that does not need to be disturbed. I will not stop your singing, only advise you to go elsewhere with your gifted voice." the coffins open slowly, dead decaying bodies lifting and screaming or looking to sleep. Only three are sleeping out of the 20+ that are lifted. "The screaming ones are the ones who could give a damn right now." The bodies and coffins fall down into the graves, six feet under once again as he walks away.

she curls up and sleep next to the grave,the tomestone reading Anna and how old she was and when she died.Her face is pale and out of place nextt to the stone but she is asleep."i...always ..sleep in....the..gave.."she mumbles in her sleep,cool breath rising.