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Giggling Flyer
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The figure coming out of the mist becomes clearer now, and Mechi is able to recognize a familiar face... or rather, lack of. The man, dressed with an elegant sweet and a metallic, featureless sphere for a face sits back, as a chair materializes out of thin air behind him. Mechi notices that the metal mask (or is it really his face? Mechi can’t tell, the man’s voice doesn’t sound muffled in any way, like it would sound coming behind from behind a metal mask) is polished and shiny, but she can’t see her reflection (or any kind of reflection) on it.
But she answers that she thought it belonged to her old captor, who was a butt, by the way, and that she collects all kinds of weird things.
Also that what he’s doing isn’t justice, just a fancy name for vengeance over petty crimes, to make it all sort of right and better. And that he should drop the creepy anger act, or he’s not gonna make any friends, and that she doesn’t think he’s angry over losing the watch at all, just acting this way because he has a foolish notion of superiority.
Mechi catches her breath. She’s not sure she knows what half of what she just said means, or where did it came from, but there it goes anyways.
The man shrugs, while the teapot magically hovers in front of him and starts pouring hot tea into the now also floating teacup.
“Oh, you don’t understand. I never called it justice. I just said that bad things happen to those that steal from me. I make those those bad things happen. Yes, vengeance. Such a delightful thing. Fancy a cup of tea?”
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