[ Her voice is flat, as unwavering as the grip on her guns as they remain leveled at York. Her head inclines very slightly, the lack of translucency in her visor both a blessing and a curse. It leaves only body language to give things away; the stiffness of neck and shoulders, the flex of fingers resting against her weapons.
She is saner now. (..Well, debatably.) The only voice in her head is her own once more. Magical multicoloured monsters is one thing, but she isn't about to be fooled by this....this whatever it is. Bitterness seeps into her words. ]
I should have expected him to do something like this.
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Nice try.
[ Her voice is flat, as unwavering as the grip on her guns as they remain leveled at York. Her head inclines very slightly, the lack of translucency in her visor both a blessing and a curse. It leaves only body language to give things away; the stiffness of neck and shoulders, the flex of fingers resting against her weapons.
She is saner now. (..Well, debatably.) The only voice in her head is her own once more. Magical multicoloured monsters is one thing, but she isn't about to be fooled by this....this whatever it is. Bitterness seeps into her words. ]
I should have expected him to do something like this.