OOC jibbles
Io was not happy. Far from it in fact, she had woken up with the worst headache, a migraine would be a better term for it actually. Those damn things inside her wouldn't stop moving, which was unusual they were always still. Any normal person would be worried, but not Io. She really couldn't care less about them. Her only safety was movement, soothing her mind. Her travels brought her to the borders, as usual. Most of the time there was no one there, or sometimes she would arrive just in time to see someone dart away from the borders. Either way it made her smile inside.
This time she noticed there was a stranger hanging around, he spoke, seeming to himself, or to the air whichever way one saw it. But either way it wasnot directed to Io herself, or any other persons who may have or may be around at that time. But she responded anyhow. 'Hello' her voice was stoic, yet fresh, betraying her real mindset. 'This is Inferni, what do you want?'
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