Friend... oh, I love her. I adore the chaos and destruction she brings. The Wretched Egg represents everything right and wrong with the irrationality of my world. ✩
[ At her question, Hagire stretches out his arms, and flexes his muscles in such a way that there's an audible ripping noise. If she looks closely, the stitches that lines his body had torn, particularly near his wrists, forearms, and hands. He begins bleeding, but the blood that comes out is moving in a way that doesn't appear natural. ]
This is a Branch of Sin.
[ Suddenly, it begins floating upwards, around him, like a wreathe. ]
Branch of Sin: Love Labyrinth. ✩
[ The blood, as if life was suddenly breathed into it, began forming a myriad of different shapes, some bladed, some spiky, some spherical... and began converging on Sertoria, hoping she'll at least move. ]
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[ At her question, Hagire stretches out his arms, and flexes his muscles in such a way that there's an audible ripping noise. If she looks closely, the stitches that lines his body had torn, particularly near his wrists, forearms, and hands. He begins bleeding, but the blood that comes out is moving in a way that doesn't appear natural. ]
This is a Branch of Sin.
[ Suddenly, it begins floating upwards, around him, like a wreathe. ]
Branch of Sin: Love Labyrinth. ✩
[ The blood, as if life was suddenly breathed into it, began forming a myriad of different shapes, some bladed, some spiky, some spherical... and began converging on Sertoria, hoping she'll at least move. ]