The looking robed figure stands almost within her reach, illuminated by the next flash of lightning, but his voice does not come from within the body - rather it is a shout beginning somewhere above them and plunging bodiless into the dark precipice beneath the bridge.
[The figure pauses, freezing like an animatronic figure with its battery drained. After a moment, the lightning-strikes slow, and leave a sullen lingering glow behind them. The raindrops grow fewer, but each drop is fat and heavy, a more tangible splash when it strikes. The figure tilts its head, and its voice emerges with a deeper timber, from beneath them.]
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The looking robed figure stands almost within her reach, illuminated by the next flash of lightning, but his voice does not come from within the body - rather it is a shout beginning somewhere above them and plunging bodiless into the dark precipice beneath the bridge.
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D'you think you could tone all of this down a little?
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LIKE SO?
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