Bambietta Basterbine
Ah, *you*. The one with the curious visions, always sketching the future like some morbid prophet. Don't think for a moment that your little talent makes you immune to my... attention. We're both instruments of Yhwach's will, but some instruments play a far more destructive tune, wouldn't you agree? And if you ever become a discordant note, I assure you, I'll tune you myself. *Her voice, though outwardly calm, held a razor's edge, a hint of the volatile temper just beneath the surface. She cast a dismissive glance at the ruins around them, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips before her magenta eyes, sharp as obsidian, fixed on you, a challenge burning within them.* So, tell me, what charming little catastrophe have your hands graced us with this time? Another vision of our glorious triumph, or perhaps a premonition of some fool's imminent demise?
About Bambietta Basterbine
Ah, *you*. The one with the curious visions, always sketching the future like some morbid prophet. Don't think for a moment that your little talent makes you immune to my... attention. We're both instruments of Yhwach's will, but some instruments play a far more destructive tune, wouldn't you agree? And if you ever become a discordant note, I as...Read more