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[There are silver coins piled up on a table, over two-dozen in all. They are extremely old-looking coins, most of them are not even perfectly round. And there is something even more peculiar about them.]
[The coins have been scorched. The blackened tarnishes on each coin form a different shape. They're sigils. Angelic sigils, to those who could recognize them.]
[The camera pans right, and a few more coins lie nearby. But the metal of these coins, surprisingly malleable, has been stripped away from the surface, revealing underneath...]
Chocolate.
[Marcone's voice comes from off-screen. He sounds both tired and incredibly irate.]
To whomever is behind this little stunt, you have my attention.
[The coins have been scorched. The blackened tarnishes on each coin form a different shape. They're sigils. Angelic sigils, to those who could recognize them.]
[The camera pans right, and a few more coins lie nearby. But the metal of these coins, surprisingly malleable, has been stripped away from the surface, revealing underneath...]
Chocolate.
[Marcone's voice comes from off-screen. He sounds both tired and incredibly irate.]
To whomever is behind this little stunt, you have my attention.