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| [You open the door and step inside, and inside is a white ball of healing light.
No. It's actually just a really white and desolate looking room. In the center, Elle is sitting in a chair, with a bunch of IVs and medical equipment attached to her.
It's a familiar scene, one that happened over and over again in her childhood, though the details are mostly fuzzy.
She pulls at the restraints keeping her tied to the chair, her hands crackling with electricity.]
I swear if you don't let me go I'm going to so kill you! | |
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| [There's a young man, Japanese even if his black hair has a blue sheen, sitting on a park bench. He's cradling what looks like a gun in his hands, staring down at it and running a finger along the barrel. There's an odd affection to the motion, but also a definite respect.
Minato has a longstanding relationship with his Evoker, and it's a complicated one.
Above him a dark, looming shadow flickers in and out of existence. It's indistinct, and large, easily bigger than a tall person; it floats and seems to be getting slowly more present as he considers his Evoker.] So many new people... I can tell that they're arriving. [His voice is quiet, soft, very little emotion to it. Minato has been alone for a long time now. He's completely oblivious to the fact that it looks like he's contemplating suicide.]
I've gotten used to being alone.
[He glances up. The dark shadow smooths out of existence completely.] You're new, too, right? | |
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