Kronika holds her hand palm out toward Trunks, glaring intensely. The wave of energy extends from her arm again, seemingly more powerful this time. And then she tries it a third time.
Her expression turns to one of desperate frustration. How is this mortal still moving?
"You...who are you? WHAT are you!? How do I not know your face? How can you exist and not have been part of my design!?"
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Date: 2021-07-16 10:02 pm (UTC)Her expression turns to one of desperate frustration. How is this mortal still moving?
"You...who are you? WHAT are you!? How do I not know your face? How can you exist and not have been part of my design!?"