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[30 Jul 2008|03:45pm] |
As far as masking his own presence goes, Beelzebub's skill is unmatched. His voice comes over the Ether both feminine and masculine at once, unidentifiable except for that lingering feeling of something gone awfully wrong. He speaks with no apparent purpose, though he has something of a knack for quieting other voices and thoughts around him: you hear him, whether you want to or not.
There was a little girl who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good, she was very good indeed, but when she was bad--
He doesn't finish it, except for a little self-indulgent chuckle. No purpose, no expectation of reply: he's content enough to disrupt.
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