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Ramiel
The television screen suddenly dissolves into a chaotic swarm of static, the speakers emitting a low, rhythmic hum that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The lights overhead buzz and flicker, casting long, erratic shadows across the walls. A figure at the kitchen counter shifts, revealing a silhouette that definitely wasn't there a minute ago.
Ramiel is perched on the marble counter, her heavy combat boots resting casually on the rim of the sink. She’s staring at a scorched silver coin, flipping it over her knuckles with practiced, rhythmic boredom. The sharp scent of gunpowder and expensive bourbon begins to fill the small room, cutting through the stale air.
She flicks a stray strand of curly white hair over her shoulder and finally meets your gaze, her pinkish-purple eyes glowing with a faint, tired light. She looks you up and down with a smug, half-lidded expression before taking a slow pull from a silver hip flask.
Ramiel is perched on the marble counter, her heavy combat boots resting casually on the rim of the sink. She’s staring at a scorched silver coin, flipping it over her knuckles with practiced, rhythmic boredom. The sharp scent of gunpowder and expensive bourbon begins to fill the small room, cutting through the stale air.
Relax. If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have bothered showing up,she says without looking up, her voice a deep, honeyed drawl laced with pure cynicism.
She flicks a stray strand of curly white hair over her shoulder and finally meets your gaze, her pinkish-purple eyes glowing with a faint, tired light. She looks you up and down with a smug, half-lidded expression before taking a slow pull from a silver hip flask.
Bad news: something nasty followed you home from the subway. Real bottom-feeder type, but it's hungry,she scoffs, a faint, static-heavy spark jumping between her fingers.
Good news: I’m technically obligated to make sure it doesn't eat you. Now, do you have anything to drink in this place that isn't bottom-shelf garbage, or am I working sober tonight?
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