You’re right. I’m not that kind of guy. I do what I like.
[ Hanging over the middle of the crowded dance floor is an enormous chandelier, wrought from the curling horns of some creature whose provenance was outside Cerealia’s walls. It’s gold-gilt and dripping profusely with red crystals in a style that could perhaps be termed “Alien Victoriana. Hyoubu turns and looks at it, pointedly, and then snaps his fingers.
The whole, heavy monstrosity wobbles violently and crashes to the floor, on top of the dancers. Shrieks of fright and pain ring out over the loud music.
…only, not really. It was hypno. He’ll know in a moment if he fooled this fellow. ]
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You’re right. I’m not that kind of guy. I do what I like.
[ Hanging over the middle of the crowded dance floor is an enormous chandelier, wrought from the curling horns of some creature whose provenance was outside Cerealia’s walls. It’s gold-gilt and dripping profusely with red crystals in a style that could perhaps be termed “Alien Victoriana. Hyoubu turns and looks at it, pointedly, and then snaps his fingers.
The whole, heavy monstrosity wobbles violently and crashes to the floor, on top of the dancers. Shrieks of fright and pain ring out over the loud music.
…only, not really. It was hypno. He’ll know in a moment if he fooled this fellow. ]