[ Somewhere on the second floor branches of trees are growing out of a window. Somewhere a room has its own private forest, gloomy and dark and filled with voices that mock and threaten anyone who passes by
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[ Justin happens to be close enough to witness everything from the explosion to the woman's reaction. He continues to watch with a deadpan expression. Although he can't read her lips and the music has rendered him deaf to even her level of volume, he can easily tell how full of rage she is.
[A none-too-pleased Snowman steps outdoors, because being indoors means acknowledging what's been stalking her through the mansion's halls. She's well away from her own area now, but she's still tracking rainbow sand behind her. When Elle lands, she simply takes a neat step back.]
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He glances up at the window Elle "exited" from. ]
Do you think that that'll be enough?
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I brought seconds.
[ Elle nods towards a little something on the ground that exited the window with her: Grenade launcher.
Then she follows his gaze, staring up at the smoking window again. ]
Doesn't look like she's up for a refill though.
[ She looks around. ]
...What about your custom freak clone?
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Justin doesn't give his own a second thought. ]
What about him?
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[ There's a lip reading class that covers glaring sarcasm, right? Well, better throw in an eyeroll, just to be sure. ]
Did you kill him yet?
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When Elle lands, she simply takes a neat step back.]
You look busy.
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A glance- a very, very prolonged glance at the woman next to her. ]
...The hell are you supposed to be?
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