There aren't even boggarts at fault [active]

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Character(s): Naja Salaheem, anyone willing to help a mithra out, or mock her
Content: This is the worst place ever for Naja to end up.
Setting: Halloween Town! ...and then back in Paixao... in.... water...
Time: Late afternoon, week 19
Warnings: Oh, probably Naja, one way or another.



Her shriek of terror could likely be heard farther than the graveyard. How did she get back? She needed to get back very, very badly. This place was terrible! The worst! Why did she ever think leaving those lovely tropics was a good idea?

Where was that damn door back?!

Naja Salaheem wasn't the president of a company for no reason. She was a strong leader, able to put up with the toughest of situations, people, creatures.

But there was one thing that she hated more than anything, that caused her toughness to drop several levels: ghosts, and everything involved with them. And so stepping through the door from Destiny Islands to the Hinterlands, she began to lose her cool Creepy trees? Okay, she was alright with those. But once she made her way into the graveyard? Oh no. No, no, no, no!

She stands in the center of the graveyard, a second ghost-type Heartless appearing out of nowhere and circling close to her. She hugs her morningstar close, shaking like a leaf, and then lets loose another loud, ear-piercing scream.

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[humaniste.livejournal.com]

While Death had the ability to recognize sound, higher pitches did not cause him pain. In addition, he simply could not feel fear. In this situation, it meant that he interpreted the screams in the graveyard as a cry for help. He was close, and it did not take him long to come across the woman - Naja, said the name above her head - and bring his scythe down in a swift arc, quickly dispatching the Heartless menacing her. I DON'T THINK THEY ARE INTIMIDATED BY SCREAMS, he commented lightly.

The thought that his appearance might make the situation worse had never crossed his mind.