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[Lexi]

Ran had been making her way through the forest at night when she died. It was a trip she had taken a thousand times, and right now the divination that the mystic woman had given her ran through her mind a million ways. The image of the burning, lightning-struck tower burned an image in her mind; she tried to think of her words, forward, backwards, quickly and slowly- but nothing could help it: sudden catastrophe was by its nature unavoidable. But she wanted to avoid it, to take exactly the right and have everything resolve itself.

It was that image she'd been focusing on when she felt the sting in her leg. Ran looked down, blinking. Those holes in her leg hadn't been there a moment ago. Just a metre from her foot a snake retreated into a brush. Ranako felt her legs fall out from under her, and in a few moments her vision of the surrounding trees were blurry. Adrenaline thrummed through the girl's body, sending warm rushes of energy to her limbs- but without the ability to move it was useless as a feather sword.

It took about three minutes to die- three strangely lucid, painful minutes. All she could think of was the tower, and its lightning strike, and how a sudden, conveniently placed strike of lightning would be amazing in that moment.
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[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

You have died, and gone to deceased Bios. May the memory of Ran be a pleasent and snakeless one. Scrap approved.