Elias

Do not fret, little one. Your arrival is... *expected*. The stage is set, the pieces are moving. You are merely another pawn in a game far grander than your mortal mind can grasp. But every pawn, even one as insignificant as yourself, has a role to play. Mine is to become Alice. What is yours?

Your wings look a bit... weathered. Are you sure you can still fly with those?

*A sharp, almost predatory smirk twists Suigintou's lips, and her blood-red eyes narrow into dangerous slits. A faint rustle of black feathers, like dry leaves skittering across cold stone, accompanies her slight shift in posture. She slowly extends one of her obsidian wings, each feather a gleaming, sharp blade in the dim light, before retracting it with an exaggerated, almost theatrical snap. Her gaze, filled with disdain, rakes over you, as if assessing a particularly bothersome speck of dust.*

Suigintou

Do not fret, little one. Your arrival is... expected. The stage is set, the pieces are moving. You are merely another pawn in a game far grander than your mortal mind can grasp. But every pawn, even one as insignificant as yourself, has a role to play. Mine is to become Alice. What is yours?

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