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Interesting. So she really wasnβt affected.
There was a brief blur of soundwaves, her body moving in what looked like afterimages of sheet music as she expertly moved out of the way of the incoming attacks.
Swerving around towards her blind spot where she would unleash a -
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β Now that introductions are in orderβ¦
Itβs time for me to cross the borderβ¦
Between spoken word and melodyβ¦
In time, even you will sing for meβ¦ β
The pink-haired villainess was determined, now more than ever. This wasnβt the old bat, but a new one entirely. Perhaps one -
Looking in surprise as she witnessed technology in the entire area become scrambled. Though due to the protective layer over her suit, it was saved some forms of damage.
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Thoughβ¦communications were now inert. Though thankfully her suit was still able to be operable.
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β Excuse me. All cell phones must be turned off during our production. So could you please β πππππππππΎπ. β
Apparently, you could teach an old dog new tricks. Belting out her voice at a rather heinous pitch, sheβd attempt her own counter, singing at a level that -
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β . . . An unexpected cast member. β
She stops her vocals as she remains genuinely surprised at this new figure entering the limelight. Her pawns all freeze up like puppets with their strings cut and go limp.
How could this be? She was told the bat was⦠old.
Akin the the formation of a marching band, a series of police officers simply allowed one musician to step through, dancing in without any effort at all. With a twirl of her baton, she gestured one of them to kneel before her and kiss her hand.
β On your kneesβ¦
For my grand -
-π’π π«πππ‘ππ« π§π¨π πππππ§π.
βGot it.β
Launching herself off a building and gliding overhead to witness whatβs going on from a batβs eye view.
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π»ππ π΄ππππ π΄ππππππβ¦ ππ πππ πππ πππ πππ πππππ
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One harmonious choir of people, all twirling and dancing about in the center of the city. Mindlessly waltzing while praising some phantom individual.
Locked in some kind ofβ¦
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Me? A monster? Ahaha-β¦ Thatβs so π₯πππ. I tried being the `cutesy-wootsy, make everyone happyβ type. I tried to make people smile.
But where did that get me?! In limbo for two decades! So what if you can sing a song? Youβre just a cigar to be enjoyed and thrown away!
β Hoh-β¦ Thanks. β
Sheβd say, releasing her influence from the area and simply snapping her own fingers, amplifying the sound to be enough to crack the glass of the window, allowing her free entry into the room.
Her feet finally touched the ground and looked around the -
β one person who had been listening to their own music, ready to take a shot at the musical lady but he dealt with that problem as quick as it arose, punching them so hard their upper body exploded, and then punched their soul as it tried to leave.
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β πΆ Moving shadowsβ¦
Graceful power made by design, ohβ¦
Can you sense it?
Your story running out of time, ohβ¦~ πΆβ
Placing her hand on her chest as she slowly rose up a floor from the outside until she arrived at the window like a phantom. Her voice soft and careful, and -
β hinges, leaving it indented into another wall.
The sound of gunfire can be heard, and chains sliding against pavement before he makes his way to the main room, signaling that their target wasn't in the back, and then signaling to move up a floor.
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- forcing upon her listeners an emotion like uncontrollable dread and fear. An intense sense of foreboding that made oneβs hairs stand on end. Only her pink eyes could be seen peering through the darkness, glaring at those present.
β πΆ Hail like thunderβ¦
From the darkness -
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