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located in Dublin, Ireland, a part of Soul Eater: Death's List, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Eden snorted "Hadrian is no lesser god ya dingbat." Cut short by a cough by Osmond she curtsied as well as she could in jeans. Her hands started to itch, and she rubbed them on her thighs to suppress the itching. As she hunched her shoulders she felt one of gashes she'd gotten training with the twins crack open. Grumbling about ruined silk she reached into her mind and found no madness, and swore softly. She felt the sticky blood start to clot her shirt to her back and inwardly swore at herself for letting all of her madness go when she hadn't realized she still needed some to fuel her healing. Trying to hide her actions she tugged at the back hem of her shirt, trying to dislodge the silk from the wound so it could heal without the fabric while frantically searching her mental plane for a drop of madness to speed the healing, or at least cause it to scab over. The more she felt the warmth of her blood oozing down her back she more she itched, and the more she itched the more she fidgeted, and the more she fidgeted the bigger the split got. She mentally kicked herself for going with out a bandage, but vanity had won out because the bandage would have shown through the shirt, and she'd assumed that she'd keep her madness stores, and glumly looked at her boot and the smudge of black madness on the toe.