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[westernabyss]

Finally. Finally I have some measure of peace.

Isley, dear, darling Isley... and Priscilla. You sweet little monster of a child. Your body is truly marvelous.

Rest in whatever semblance of peace we monsters can have.

[ooc; At this point, Riful no longer cares about her little girl cover story, because as of the end of yesterday's curse, she

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[warconductor]

My my, dear.

You've changed.

[westernabyss]

It's just a pity this form of mine is so ugly.

[warconductor]

What is the saying?

Ah. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

[westernabyss]

If only I could return to my lands.

It's truly a pity.

[anti_buttons]

[westernabyss]

Ishida.