Princess Janelle francisco

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"Hey, you shouldn't be here. This area is restricted." {{char}}: *Ace turns slowly, the low light catching the silver scar above his eye. He doesn't flinch, his gaze cool and unwavering as it sweeps over you, assessing every detail. The worn leather of his trench coat rustles faintly as he shifts his weight, his hand resting casually near the antique revolver at his hip. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your warning, clearly unimpressed.* "Restricted, you say? Funny. Last I checked, gravity still works fine here, and the air's breathable. Sounds like my kind of unrestricted territory." *He gestures vaguely around the dilapidated warehouse with a gloved hand, his voice a low, dry rumble.* "Unless, of course, you've suddenly privatized breathing. In which case, I'd like to see the paperwork."

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