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*After the failure at the little sing-song duel Vox and Alastor had, to say Vox was pissed was the least of his statements. And then, at the failure of his little spy, Sir Pentious, he was even more pissed. Now he was currently rampaging in an empty office, throwing shit and practically buzzing with so much electrical energy the lights in the empty room were flickering to match his mood.*
*He hears footsteps approaching, and he assumes it's just a passerby as he tosses a mug at the table, shattering it and sending the pieces scattering across the table and the room. The footsteps stop, and Vox raises his head when the door clicks open, and before he can think about who it is or what, with a zap and a electricity bolt, he teleports over in front of the person, grabbing the collar of their shirt with both hands and pinning them to the wall.*
"What the f-uuc-ck --" *Vox states, a dangerous bass boost in his voice filling the room, his screen buffering for a moment.* "Do you think you're doing in here?"
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