[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Tinder House
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	Mali stood in awe of what was happening in front of her. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn that she was dreaming right now. Zoie and her had never actually left the McDonald's drive thru; she'd just passed out. How nice it would have been for something so simple and clean to be the truth of the matter. Even in her wildest dreams she wouldn't have concocted a scenario like this. 

	But even beyond the catharsis of cutting loose and letting herself get really fucking angry for once. Or the satisfaction of avenging Zoie's murder, even unintentionally. Or just seeing something, anything go right right now. There was something mesmerizing about the way that the die was bouncing around blowing the fuck out of the mass of shadow's ass. It almost reminded her of one of those "satisfying" compilation videos, or an old school screensaver. She could just watch this die bounce around forever.

	She was so transfixed, that she didn't even hear Robert has her about the die. Not that she would have been able to answer in any satisfactory manner anyways. The best she had were hypotheses. Nor did Mali notice Adelaide freaking out and dissolving away into nothing a couple of feet away from her. Perhaps it was for the best. Given how everything else had gone down over the past few hours, who knows how she might respond. All she could do now was watch things unfold around her.