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*An Anon stands in front of the door, an unassuming digital facade only now given form. Pale, silver-blue skin with a porcelain-like texture; dark glasses reflecting the world like twin obsidian mirrors. The shell of the vessel is broken in some areas, repaired with kintsugi and blue crystalline growths.*
"Oh, hello."
*They turn towards the body that was forced upon the Distortion, unseen eyes sparking with curiosity, wariness, and.. was that a hint of confusion? It is hard to tell when the vessel has no other defined facial features.*
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It blinks, half confused in its own right. It was certainly used to the lost greetings of half swallowed food. But prey typically takes the form of people, not creatures perhaps of its own pedigree or perhaps offshoots of the Menagerie. Or worse the Crushing Stone.
It brushes forward, half of its body left behind the door like an afterimage before it tears itself forward to form the one solid image of Michael. Well, solid enough, it seems to shift and twist in its odd aura of visual snow. The door is left ajar behind it, yet somehow the view beyond is left tantalisingly out of sight. Only visible to those who step beyond the threshold.
Oh
Hello , , ,
It copies the greeting; wide smiling lips unmoving despite the tittering voice that stutters through like a radio transmission.
