[In Person] Not quite the usual reality-warping.

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[In the main hall, there's a seventeen year old Alessa sitting on the carpet, legs folded up under her skirt, looking ... very perturbed.]

[She's also in the middle of a patch of small flowers that are inexplicably growing out of the floor; keen observers might notice that there's small flowers dotting the manor all over the place, wherever she's been the past day, marking where she's appeared or disappeared or really done ANYTHING.]

[Every now and then, a patch of floor in front of her that she's staring at will seem to rot away into rusted metal grating covered in unidentifiable stains, some of which look like blood ...]

[And then it'll return to normal, and be quickly covered in flowers.]

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[The grating under that toe seems to scuttle suddenly from the other side - as if the dark mass under it was a multitude of a certain kind of legs that'd just been disturbed...]

Really? [She sounds almost bored, although she's watching Medusa quite closely.] It just hasn't been working as usual lately...

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[Medusa withdraws her foot and promptly smashes it upon the ground. She isn't unnerved, far from it. If anything she is staring at Alessa with even more interest.]

Any idea why that might be?

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[The little display of rage only seems to add to it - there's now a good chunk of the radius of grating where the other side of it is a teeming mass of spidery legs.]

[Sigh.]

I know why.

Because this place is held by someone else's power.

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[Medusa shuffles her feet in annoyance. She is aware that the spiders are there, but for the most part has lost interest in them. Having heard that mumble, she knows they are under the control of Alessa. She stares at the girl, expression sweetening.]

Tell me more.

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[She raises an eyebrow a little at the false expression, but doesn't comment; she isn't putting much effort into the spiders - just reflecting back something from Medusa.]

This place is held up by someone else's power, and this week it is quite obvious that the one who owns this place, can make ... alterations at whim, even to the power of those within it... [A small circle in front of her stops being grate, and the flowers sprout in its wake.] Who knows? Perhaps one week, we'll wake up and be completely... normal.

[And on that cheerful note, she stands up, dissolving into a sudden shadowy mass of blackness, shifting legs and gleaming eyes; that starts to spread, then bursts into flames, decaying to ash far too quickly before it disappears, leaving behind more flowers.]