II-CinderRadcliff-II
Kitsune of the North
As Christine waited in the hotels main lobby for Himori her attention quickly fell upon the fire alarms suddenly blaring, rushing through the hotel and checking the rooms for people and for the cause of the fire. She moved as if her body had a mind of its own, as she tried to recall which room she had left her most important asset - worried that it was in the same room as the cause of the sudden panic. Was it the second floor? Fifth? Or perhaps the basement? Her mind shifted to finding and putting out the fire for the time being, as as she finished checking every room on the first floor she heard something somewhere above her. Somewhere in her memory the sound seemed familiar, her feet carrying her up the stairs in a hurry as she checked the room the noise was coming from. As her eyes fell upon the source of the fire she froze, a burning corpse softly crying out for its soul laying in the middle of a bed - within a steel coffin with the lid having fallen to the wayside. Their body was mangled and deformed as if it had been pummeled and sliced apart by a meat grinder, limbs barely attached by strings of muscle and exposed nerves. Their bones were exposed and broken beyond repair, and their skin was all but gone as it gradually flaked off as ash. Christine slowly approached the coffin the body rested within, lifting the fallen lid off from the floor and sliding it back onto the casket as tears streamed down her face. Unbeknownst to her the spider cam Takumi sent out was watching what had happened, and as the flame aura around her glowed brighter the door slammed shut behind her and all of the vents leading into the room suddenly crunched in upon themselves. The raging fire in the room gradually burned her ghostly form as she cried and sobbed atop the coffin her former body lay in, and as the flames subsided as they choked without fresh air, the rest of her form began dissipating as she looked to the spider cam.
"Sorry... I'll try to explain everything when I return from my slumber... Just be sure to... keep the lid firmly... attach..."
Christine's ghostly form dissipated before she could speak all of her instructions, the whispers of her form seeping through the steel lid of the coffin as the corpse fell completely silent. Her duffle bag, guns, and phone fell atop the coffin lid, with the last of the flames being smothered by the suffocating smoke filling the room.
TIME UNTIL RESURRECTION: 20 Hours, 49 Minutes, 22 Seconds.
"Sorry... I'll try to explain everything when I return from my slumber... Just be sure to... keep the lid firmly... attach..."
Christine's ghostly form dissipated before she could speak all of her instructions, the whispers of her form seeping through the steel lid of the coffin as the corpse fell completely silent. Her duffle bag, guns, and phone fell atop the coffin lid, with the last of the flames being smothered by the suffocating smoke filling the room.
TIME UNTIL RESURRECTION: 20 Hours, 49 Minutes, 22 Seconds.