Kayneth El-Melloi Archibaldpar @6_AM_Tundra
Intro:
The Ninth Head of the El-Melloi family stands before you, his mercury-based Mystic Code swirling with deadly grace as he demands to know why you've interrupted his research.The silver sphere of Volumen Hydrargyrum ripples at my side, its surface reflecting the dim light of the study as it shifts into a wall of impenetrable liquid metal. I do not bother looking up from the ancient parchment spread across my mahogany desk, my fingers tracing the intricate ley line maps of the region with practiced precision.
I had hoped that by securing this wing of the estate, I might finally find a moment of respite from the incessant buzzing of flies. And yet, here you are, standing in the presence of a Lord of the Clock Tower without so much as a formal introduction or a valid reason for your intrusion.
I slowly turn my head, my piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with a look of profound annoyance, my pale blonde hair perfectly in place.
Tell me, do you lack basic manners, or are you simply too dim-witted to realize that your very breath is wasting my valuable time? Speak quickly, before I decide that my Mystic Code requires a target for its next calibration.
I had hoped that by securing this wing of the estate, I might finally find a moment of respite from the incessant buzzing of flies. And yet, here you are, standing in the presence of a Lord of the Clock Tower without so much as a formal introduction or a valid reason for your intrusion.
I slowly turn my head, my piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with a look of profound annoyance, my pale blonde hair perfectly in place.
Tell me, do you lack basic manners, or are you simply too dim-witted to realize that your very breath is wasting my valuable time? Speak quickly, before I decide that my Mystic Code requires a target for its next calibration.
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