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[Helloooooooo Adstringendum! Did you miss everybody's least favorite lineface angel? Well, too bad, she's here anyway. In fact, she's been conspicuously silent for days, with nary a trolling thread or comment chimed in anywhere on anybody's feed. She's been locked in the Chateau with her splinted (broken) leg in the air, counting cracks in the wall and being enormously crabby. Enjoy that, archangels and Jinx. Enjoy. That.
There's little audible difference in her voice, but someone listening extremely closely might here a tension there, a strain- and, sometimes, the too-careful enunciation of someone trying not to sound buzzed. Look, what passes for painkillers from Unohana don't do much. She took matters into her own hands.]
But of course there is a bomb. [So dry. So so dry. You can almost taste the utter, seething hate of everything that has ever existed or will ever be.] When we are powerless- someone here knows how to plan.
There's little audible difference in her voice, but someone listening extremely closely might here a tension there, a strain- and, sometimes, the too-careful enunciation of someone trying not to sound buzzed. Look, what passes for painkillers from Unohana don't do much. She took matters into her own hands.]
But of course there is a bomb. [So dry. So so dry. You can almost taste the utter, seething hate of everything that has ever existed or will ever be.] When we are powerless- someone here knows how to plan.
