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[color=4BE2A3][h3]Naija[/h3][/color]
[color=4BE2A3] level[/color]: 4
[color=4BE2A3]day/time[/color]: day 2 - morning
[color=4BE2A3]Location[/color]: Platform City - Tetris Castle Gardens
[color=4BE2A3]Interacting with[/color]:[@Lugubrious]Slayer
[color=4BE2A3]Mentions[/color]: [@Holy Soldier]’s NPCs,[@Bright_Ops]Luigi
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Naija had never been to a funeral before and felt rather out of place among the others who had known Mario personally, all dressed up in dark mourning attire and paying their respects to one of the greatest heroes to grace the land. She looked out of place too, her skin gray, her hair and scale made outfit the color of ash and her eyes a flat burning orange, a reflection of the energy that flowed through her veins instead of blood. Whatever mental block had restricted her knowledge of the song necessary to take Energy Form had vanished when the dawn had risen to greet this day of mourning. In a way it was convenient that she had a form the somewhat matched the black attire of the others, even if it made her look like a monster at the same time, because Naija did not have money to buy a suit and was not about to steal to get some.

The ceremony itself had been beautiful and somehow reminiscent of how things had gone on her adventures, learning so much about people after they were dead was par the course for Naija. The difference here was that she had briefly known the man who was being remembered. She managed to get lost in the music and speeches for a while, seeing so much life, a real civilization in the flesh, was enough to distract her for a while. Till the nagging guilt returned.

She sat some way near the back, letting the more deserving sit closer to the front as she stewed as she thought about the events of the previous day, her hands and wings occasionally faintly glowing with a power that rasoe and fell depending on what stage of grief she was currently cycling through. Her mood was not helped by her nervousness around so many people nor the… urges, that this form brought with it. She wanted to break something. Lots of things.

She thought of the debriefing, how Guile had berated Luigi for being to blame for his brothers death, how Luigi had raged back in retaliation about the backstabbing general. She had interjected that She was the one who had been put in-charge of that part of the mission, that Luigi had been on the other side of a mountain range following their contacts plan when Mario had fallen. Then team assignments had come and Naija was relieved to be relieved of command and instead put in the support group on her own. It was almost freeing, no one to command her, no one to command, just her and her wings swooping in to help those in need. She had been quite good at that in the mission itself.

As a distraction she decided too fill in the gaps of her knowledge of those who were left. She had traded words with Samus, Luigi, Hapu and Quina but not with the well dressed Slayer or the armored warrior James. Seeing as she could not see the latter at the moment she approached the soul of Dandy, politely coughing to get his attention as she hovered using her burning wings.

[color=4BE2A3]”Hay. Sorry to bother you but you looked like you were a bit like me: kind of feel out of place at this thing and unsure of what to do. That last bit might be me though, never been to one of these before. Never expected to go to one ever really, it's kind of thing I read about in the ruins of Aquaria and never expected to experience first hand. Also I thought it might be a good idea to get introduced to everyone I am going to be supporting now that we aren't rushing headlong into a fight. It’s Naija by the way, in-case this form confused you”[/color]