Instantaneously becoming soaked, the tawny, striped predatory behemoth went from looking most resplendent to as damp, battered and worn as the rest of the city; as though the grey environment and downpour influenced it. The change was not so much an actual one, but rather an illusion created by their perceptions having been so radically changed. The wet, miserable environment only devolved further with the ruins that seemed to encroach upon it from every angle. No other interruption, short of the rainbow mist appeared to stand out; not the red of Jane's coat, the flashiness of Junko's clothes, and certainly not the grimness of the tiny reaper.

"I am already not fond of this place..." The Harbinger's snarling voice rose slightly as an unexpected army of lifeless figures soon shuddered to life.

"... and certainly not fond of [i]those[/i]." It added as Jane snapped up his weapon in the direction of the seeming danger, somehow made animate by the mist.