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An Indian woman steps out of an old townhouse late at night, slowly taking the steps as her grey eyes look to the lamppost down the way. A small top hat appears in her hand out of nothing, the second her foot touches the sidewalk.
Giving the hat a light twirl she places it on her head, her long straight her fizzing as it shortens into curls, her skin darkening in seconds as her insanely long heels flatten, leaving her with an almost comfortably casual combat boot, jeans & even a tank with the added bit of fishnet accents.
Death pauses thoughtfully, a faint smile curving over her lips as she looks into the distance to her right. As if pointedly not looking to her left, pausing to listen to what secrets the soft wind may hold. Choosing a direction at random, the Endless, heads to cross the street, her stance relaxed & unrushed.