[Marishka has thrown her device against a wall and turned it on. So now there is a view of the bride in her room, holding her head. Her eyes glow a vicious yellow as she lets out a distressed shriek.]

Such noise! Terrible, terrible noise! Too loud!

Such an annoying curse.

Poor poetry and poor rhyme.

What is this strange substance that replaces the City water? I do not recognize it. But it has a sweet scent to it.

Who can tell me what this is?

Oh? What a strange curse...

I do not believe I have been affected though.

Still, the complaints are funny~

Sometimes, I do like these curses~

[ooc: Cursed but doesn't know it.]