Mm. [ She nods in acknowledgement. It's close enough to something that's correct, she supposes.
She's still a quiet for a moment, then, before turning her face back to the projector in the distance. There's now a little living area setup beside it, two cream-white couches on either side of a coffee table. The details aren't visible from here, really, but... It's familiar to her. She knows it exactly.
Then, from the sofa facing away from them, a man rises and sits back, arms casually draped over the back of the seat.
The wind whipping Anthy's clothing and hair ceases, and her eyes widen for a fraction of a moment before she suddenly (seemingly) bursting into swords and utterly vanishing, along with her accompanying scenery. ]
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She's still a quiet for a moment, then, before turning her face back to the projector in the distance. There's now a little living area setup beside it, two cream-white couches on either side of a coffee table. The details aren't visible from here, really, but... It's familiar to her. She knows it exactly.
Then, from the sofa facing away from them, a man rises and sits back, arms casually draped over the back of the seat.
The wind whipping Anthy's clothing and hair ceases, and her eyes widen for a fraction of a moment before she suddenly (seemingly) bursting into swords and utterly vanishing, along with her accompanying scenery. ]