voice;

[cursedsanctuary]

[This is the flapping sound of massive wings, and such heralds the entrance of a mad, pissy high angel into the city. Won't you come say hello? ♥ ]

Imbeciles, fools - you think to restrain me in this place? Do you not know of my station far above the likes of - is it you, sister, to indulge in more of such vile trickery; to attempt this - you

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voice.

[purebloodline]

From what I understand, getting out is like winning the raffle! We just have to be patient and cross our fingers.

VOICE

[cursedsanctuary]

Winning the...raffle?

voice.

[purebloodline]

Oh, uh, yeah! Like your ticket getting picked, or winning the golden ball! Have you ever played?

voice.

[cursedsanctuary]

...

I don't believe I have.

| voice;

[cryptonyms]

Is it so terrible?

| voice;

[cursedsanctuary]

Are you going to preach about the virtues of this hole to me?

[Voice]

[enduringresolve]

...Your station?

[Voice]

[cursedsanctuary]

Far above the likes of everyone here, little girl. I seem to be temporarily misplaced.

[Voice]

[enduringresolve]

...Little girl?

Who are you, to talk down to me like that?

[Voice]

[cursedsanctuary]

Is that not what you are, a young human female?

You speak to the Lord's most beloved, the Inorganic High Angel of Atziluth. Or, in your crude human tongue - heaven; was it called?