[Someone who isn't going to respond to anything that's being said, apparently - the person doesn't stir at all at Jasper's approach, nor do they make any noise that indicates that the greeting was heard.
They're bent forward over the table with their head down, almost as though asleep; were it not for the rules in place about that sort of thing, that might be a safe assumption at first. The positioning doesn't look terribly comfortable, granted, but who knows when it comes to people's sleep habits.
However, it'll become obvious very fast that the even, steady rise and fall of breathing that should be present in someone that's merely asleep isn't happening; the way her hair is lying around her face doesn't seem to be agitating her any, and the trace amounts of blood around her mouth paint a much darker picture.
The hair is more than a bit distinctive, though, even if it's sort of in her face - it's a bright, vibrant color, one that's recognizable to all of you around here.
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They're bent forward over the table with their head down, almost as though asleep; were it not for the rules in place about that sort of thing, that might be a safe assumption at first. The positioning doesn't look terribly comfortable, granted, but who knows when it comes to people's sleep habits.
However, it'll become obvious very fast that the even, steady rise and fall of breathing that should be present in someone that's merely asleep isn't happening; the way her hair is lying around her face doesn't seem to be agitating her any, and the trace amounts of blood around her mouth paint a much darker picture.
The hair is more than a bit distinctive, though, even if it's sort of in her face - it's a bright, vibrant color, one that's recognizable to all of you around here.
The conclusion is unpleasant, but inevitable.
Vanille Dia Oerba is dead.]