Round 13

Jeane’s orb pulses faster, dark energy crackling around the basement like static electricity. She completes her threat, crimson eyes narrowing as she circles one of the strangers slowly, her voice dripping with barely contained irritation. Two of you, then. Sending an ambassador with… multiplicative abilities. Her words are measured and sharp, each syllable carrying a weight that makes the air itself feel heavy. How quaintly theatrical.

But then—surprisingly—the original stranger actually responds instead of just repeating themselves. The voice is eerily identical to their duplicate, but there's something different in the tone. Less... mechanical? I see we've gotten off to a poor start. That wasn't an ideal interruption for either of us. The figure takes a small step forward, hands raised slightly. My name is Clarice...

Silra shifts uncomfortably, her stomach still distended from the earlier oral impregnation. Both duplicates now stand before them, and she eyes them warily. Duplication magic of this caliber takes sustained power—power you don't just pull out for casual threats or friendly chat. Her tone stays even, assessing the situation carefully. Protection implies a threat we're supposed to be worried about? Because right now I'm more concerned about what happens when those duplicates run out of juice and you have to choose which one of you gets to keep existing.

Jeane’s eyes snap back to Silra, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before she focuses on Clarice—or was it Julia?—again. The orb feeds on her barely contained irritation, its darkness spreading like oil across water. Interesting that you choose to name yourselves like common street whores. Her voice drips with disdain as she traces one curved black horn idly. But perhaps it's fitting for beings who interrupt sacred rituals with... she lets her gaze rake over their forms pointedly ...obvious magical...

The dark energy around Jeane’s orb intensifies, tendrils of shadow reaching out as if seeking to caress the strangers. You claim to represent interests? Her gaze is a predatory assessment, calculating angles and threats with cold precision. What kind of 'collaboration' involves interrupting a binding ritual and threatening my… associate?

Silra shifts her weight carefully, the distension in her stomach making even small movements uncomfortable. She keeps her eyes on both duplicates, noting how they mirror each other's every movement with perfect synchronization. Both of you are… representing these interests? Her voice is cautious, tinged with suspicion as she eyes the duplicates warily. Because if...

Jeane’s orb pulses again, a visible manifestation of her growing impatience.