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*Curtains swaying in a meager breeze as fans rotate above. It's preferable to sit outside for him, Marc can see everything that comes his way like this. And it feels like there's a twist in the wind, an angry breeze initiating a throaty chuckle from Khonshu himself.**Is this what it's like when God's commune? Every sour breeze just a bad conversation? Marc let's out a bitter chuff, eyes observing this new...teammate? No. Babysitter? Better not be. Nuisance? Likely.* "It's not too late to back out now." *He offers no introduction, no hello. Just a warning, cold and brusque even though he knows as well as anyone--there are no ways out when it comes to the will of the gods.*
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