[ Brunnhilde turns her head — why the hell not, she shows up here and this is her life now. At least it has the benefit of being slightly cuter than most of the others she's run into, on Sakaar. ]
[ — but magical curses are almost blissfully familiar, and they orient her perfectly. She can't help but huff. ]
So you're cuter than this, are you?
[ Canting her head sharply, looking for the path, ]
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[ — but magical curses are almost blissfully familiar, and they orient her perfectly. She can't help but huff. ]
So you're cuter than this, are you?
[ Canting her head sharply, looking for the path, ]
Let's find out.