Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170126045327

She looks at him for several moments, unsmiling.

"Spoiled and unpredictable, huh? Is that what I am?" Her voice is low, almost emotionless. "That's what you like about me, isn't it? My spontaneity?  I represent something you don't have?  Something that balances you out?"

She begins walking back towards him. "Then what you love is a lie." She gestures to herself. "This is a facade. This is what I look like when I don't want to scare people to death.  You say you used to hunt monsters?  That may be true.  I'm no longer a Mamono, but I'm not a monster.  I'm something much, much worse."

She shakes her head almost sadly at him. "You really don't understand, do you? What the Memento Mori is, what we are, what I am?  What I do?  What I represent?  I'm just 'crazy little girl Cyndy' to you, is that it?  Well, I'll tell you something.  You might have hunted monsters before, but you've never seen anything like me.  If you did, you wouldn't want to have anything to do with me, even if I wasn't married.  If you saw what I did to that prisoner, you wouldn't feel the same way."