JAIF

OOC: It's not like Suigin-Tou can do much besides use her feathers, apart from her dream-manipulation.

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The woman - the doll - took her time in appraising herself in front of the mirror. She adjusted her dress slightly, her smirk widening by just an inch. From queens to sullery maids to wicked artificial constructs, women always liked to look pretty. Suigin-Tou was no exception, but even though she could be considered beautiful, her distorted smile and ruined wings did not support that notion.

She walked briskly towards the window, and thrust it open with force neccessary due to the intense wind. The gale swept past her inside, conjuring whirlwinds of dust and even lifting up small objects from the floor - a broken chair leg, a shattered tea pot. The house looked truly in ruins.

Unfazed by the chaos that raged around her, Suigin-Tou simply stepped out of the window. The room she had been in had not been too high, but casually dropping from up there could easily mean a few broken ones for a grown men. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the much smaller Rozen Maiden landed softly on her sandals, a dance of black feathers accompanying her.

"Oh my, and I had hoped that the rain would not be so bad..." She muttered angrily, fingering her almost white hair, which was neatly smothered down by the rainwater. Another thing that hardly changes about women - they never appreciate anything that might ruin their hair style.

With this and that, she seemed completely ignorant of the man slouched just on the edge of the very street she so casually had landed on - after all, how could some sort of despicable ragged beggar be anywhere near as important as a lady's haircut?

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