[ The Alphinaud-mannequin huffs a laugh; it doesn't sound especially in good humour as his expression sours into something far more ill-intentioned.
It's an expression Alphinaud himself doesn't wear often or hardly at all, one he barely recognizes in his own features being reflected back at them.
But he's quick to take up Alisaie's command, letting out a tired breath and pushing himself towards the door. It's imperative that this thing doesn't get away or they might never get him back to his normal state. ]
Right.
[ While Alphinaud presses the heavy weight of his ailing body against the door, his grimmoire in hand, his duplicate is startled by Alisaie's first attack, taking partial damage while adjusting itself in the last half. What parts are still plastic start to smell like it with the burn.
The mannequin's stance shifts and it snaps out a growled:
'Shall we test your mettle then? See why you have always been the lesser Leveilleur sibling?'
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It's an expression Alphinaud himself doesn't wear often or hardly at all, one he barely recognizes in his own features being reflected back at them.
But he's quick to take up Alisaie's command, letting out a tired breath and pushing himself towards the door. It's imperative that this thing doesn't get away or they might never get him back to his normal state. ]
Right.
[ While Alphinaud presses the heavy weight of his ailing body against the door, his grimmoire in hand, his duplicate is startled by Alisaie's first attack, taking partial damage while adjusting itself in the last half. What parts are still plastic start to smell like it with the burn.
The mannequin's stance shifts and it snaps out a growled:
'Shall we test your mettle then? See why you have always been the lesser Leveilleur sibling?'
Seven Hells. ]