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[color=d53a3d]"Mmm. I can't quite say I like our host's sense of aesthetics. To allow such distasteful wretches to nest in such close proximity to such carefully cared for roses, it ruins a perfectly good elegant atmosphere!"[/color] Caprice dusted off her gloves of a few stray specks of pepper that had clung to them, while careful steps with an illusory air of effortless poise carried her around the perhaps hypocritical grease trap she had laid between herself and the bloodnecks.

[color=d53a3d]"One simply cannot pretend that your home's ambiance is not affected by the neighbors! Homeowners associations are a thing, you know!"[/color] Caprice lectured the iron gates for a moment, leaning forward with a waggling finger and one on her hips, as if leaning over a student at a desk. [color=d53a3d]"Take Mary, for instance. The romance of a revolver is a far more civilized than slavering jaws. And even if you must use your hands, martial arts or magic can give things a little bit more elegance than rip and tear."[/color] Caprice gestured at companions in turn, stalking the length of the gate from end to end before with a swift twirl marching back to the center.

[color=d53a3d]"I don't know which possibility is worse, whether you lack confidence in your appearance and need to compensate by setting our standards low, or if you simply didn't care to chase them away. Neither shyness nor sloth is a good look."[/color] Caprice burst through the gate, two giant gingerbread men opening the gates for her as she dramatically raised her arms. [color=d53a3d]"But never fear, Caprice is here! Heheeee-oh my, I'm getting rather carried away. Intoxicated on my own newfound power isn't a terribly admirable persona either. Apologies."[/color] Caprice finally quieted down from her grand performance to no audience in particular. She settled for readjusting her mask as she calmed her heaving chest from the excitement.