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“STRANGE.”

   A roar of fury echoes throughout the Dark Dimension, as torrents of magical flame scorch the populations of entire planets to ashes. The subjects of the Dreaded One experience this suffering on a daily basis, but this is too soon. Their master is angered. The presence of another is in his realm, that of the being which stands in between him and his most treasured prize. It takes Dormammu a moment to coalesce into form, his fiery countenance taking shape in his armor. It appears that this is an illusion, a message, and Dormammu cannot smite it. For this reason, he has calmed himself, but only slightly.

   Dormammu’s burning at a temperature more commonly found on the surface of small stars as he weighs his options. He has no teeth to grit, but one could hear them grinding against each other in the ethereal realm of nonexistence.

“…Name. Your. Price.”

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1. Though she was only ever a mediocre cellist (she couldn’t quite get her fingers to move as fast as they should on the fingering) Vivian did insist on teaching herself Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1.  Because she was a giant fucking anime nerd.

2. On the subject of being a giant fucking anime nerd, Vivian still maintains a sizable anime collection that she occasionally still adds to.  You will pry it from her cold dead fingers.