The Conservatory

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“Hello?” His voice was hoarse from disuse, his tongue slow and heavy as it remembered motions that he never thought he would forget.

Here it is.

Signing off for the last time, Marluxiaanthomanic

Send me ☂ for my character’s reaction if your character was injured or killed (specify) He watched the other limp across the floor with disinterest. Normally, he would give no other a second glance. Their missions rarely allowed them to return to the castle unscathed. It was unusual in the sense that it was the diviner who was injured. The assassin did not peg Saix as one to allow a heartless to get the better of him.He thought of offering some assistance but brushed that off as unwise. It was not his problem and Saix would not appreciate the unnecessary attention. The assassin pushed himself to stand, making his exit with sure steps. He would allow the other the privacy to recover and lick smarting wounds.

"You do not belong here." He said as way of a warning, his words the only response to the intruder. His hands continued to move, steady in his motions. A squirming could be seen on the white table, a dark form twitching in pain. A squeal erupted from it. A hand moved to clamp down on the creature. It’s cries became muffled before it fell back into silence.