[Years of invincibility do things to one's sense of self-preservation. With no other alternative available to them, Sieghart reaches out to pick up the marionette when a voice hisses in the room: "M̶̦͕̰̼͊̆i̴̱͒̌͜N̵̘̎̏̔e̸̛̟͆͝ͅ."
As if the room itself lurches from the force of the voice, they suddenly find themselves on the other side of the door that trapped them inside. Sieghart sways in place before catching himself, a hand coming up to his temple from the disorientation of it all.]
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As if the room itself lurches from the force of the voice, they suddenly find themselves on the other side of the door that trapped them inside. Sieghart sways in place before catching himself, a hand coming up to his temple from the disorientation of it all.]
Huh?
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[he's just as disoriented, a hand braced against the wall.]
...if that was indeed what it sounded like, I mislike it even more.
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I don't know who that was, but my looks are mine and mine only.
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