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Nov. 27th, 2011 02:54 am[What can be seen is a girl in a rather... revealing outfit, standing in front of what looks like a temple of sorts. She's staring into the camera, fiddling with it- turning it over, the expression on her face clearly evident that she's having trouble with the device and feeling annoyed over it.
....It wasn't exactly hard, but... Mammon wasn't one to fiddle with such technology.]
...I wake up in a weird place, and the only thing I have as a clue is this?. [She huffs. And then moves the device at arms length, and then she realizes it's recording. She frowns, irritated.]
Oh look, it turned on. Who was it who decided on summoning me here? It wasn't Beatrice-sama... And I'm to be expected to just sit and wait around for my so called 'master' to show themselves? A bit unreliable if you ask me.
[She sighs....] ....But, furniture is just furniture. Mammon of Greed, at your service.
....It wasn't exactly hard, but... Mammon wasn't one to fiddle with such technology.]
...I wake up in a weird place, and the only thing I have as a clue is this?. [She huffs. And then moves the device at arms length, and then she realizes it's recording. She frowns, irritated.]
Oh look, it turned on. Who was it who decided on summoning me here? It wasn't Beatrice-sama... And I'm to be expected to just sit and wait around for my so called 'master' to show themselves? A bit unreliable if you ask me.
[She sighs....] ....But, furniture is just furniture. Mammon of Greed, at your service.
