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[wrong_lever]

[A sweeping movement knocks the communicator her dresser, along with a full tray of cosmetics which scatter and dust the communicator with powder when it turns itself on.

A stiletto with a bony foot attached narrowly crunches over the lens as it's owner tears through the room

Geist-Yzma's eyes are bloodied, she's holding her claw-like hands over

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[solidarius]

Threats are not advisable.