(The lightning bends a little, but doesn't really get pushed back that much, and licks Bryce's skin a little. Not hard enough to do lasting damage, but definitely enough for it to kinda smart.)
(The lightning slowly fades, revealing... a tall, well-groomed man in sharp attire
◊, with a wispy little mustache, and a very distant look in his dark eyes. He speaks up, in a very soft voice.)
...I ask of you. Are you my Master?
(The light slowly fades, and ohhhh, blonde hair, this is surely some sort of lovely, virtuous and statuesque anime hun—)
(...Oh. Just some fat, pasty guy
◊, laying on the ground... snoring. That's... nice... Yeah... Yeah, good job, Tabitha, you summoned another fuckup, just like you...)

I guess. Dunno if I'd say 'different'.
(S W E A T)
Well, um...I'm not a psychologist or anything...