[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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[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.]