Cacophony. That was such a weird word.
It explained why she was being dragged through a screaming hallway stained with old blood stains. Splotches of rust and black on the walls and doors. By the look of the old rusted door - she assumed the majority of the door was rust, she came to the conclusion she was either in an asylum or a prison. She really hoped it was the asylum.
Prisons treated you like trash and gave you food. Asylums tried to figure out your mental disabilities, of which she had plenty, and gave you food. She stopped comparing the two establishments when she tried to look at her captor.
Her heart all but froze. What in the actual reaping hell was a faceless white thing- wait, no. Faceless?
She laughed suddenly, halting the Liche from pressing on.
"...Hello, Cabadath." Odette looked to the ground, ignoring the sudden crushing grip on her ankle. That stupid Order, whose name she couldn't remember fully, had this guy leading it? Well. That was a step up from being more or less in the dark about who this guy was.
"So, where am I being taken to now?" She continued to trace spirals on the floor until she felt the pull of her ankle and a searing pain across her right leg that shot up to her waist. She yelled, feeling the absence of her foot and holding onto her shin.
Right, don't talk to him. He's a Liche with no care for the well being of others. Odette let go of her shin, dropping her footless leg onto the ground and pushing herself up. "If you want me dead, you can just ask. Don't go all Princey on me."
Ah, one of her infamous switches in demeanor. It had become rarer as of the past few years to see her change from the stoic, unsocial hermit she had been into a non-chalant conversationalist with Death.
She stood on a new foot, vaguely wondering why Cabadath wasn't trying to immobilize her again before picking up her boot and taking out the old foot. "These were my third best pair of causal boots too." She sighed, why did her life have to be complicated?