The sarcophagus is unsealed with lots of steam coming from within. As it dissipates, you see a female silhouette clad in black within. The sorceress' appearance is... interesting
, and right now she looks emaciated and weak.
(@Sorceress) Squall: Name yourself.
Sorceress: ... You may call me Ael.
Her quiet voice is soft and completely devoid of emotion.
Ael doesn't react in any way. She seems exasperated and just stares at you without interest.
(@Team) Squall: You seem awfully upbeat considering the fact that this person has almost caused a world war for her personal gain.
The witch's expression doesn't change as she hears Squall's words, but her cat ears twitch a bit.
Squall: I'd say cruelness would be overacting with your friendliness towards someone who has clearly lost. That seems like... mockery to me. But whatever.
Ael interrupts Squall suddenly, still speaking softly but with obvious spite beneath the facade.
Ael: It wasn't for my own ends. I did that for my land. For Trabia to prosper on ruins of both Esthar and Galbadia. Those who have torn my homeland's economics to shreds. Especially Galbadians, who have burned down my home, my Garden.
Six: -looks towards Squall, then back to Aei-
Mind elaborating? We're a bit new here. Haven't had time to soak in the realpolitik yet.
edited 12th Mar '17 3:52:22 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Stubbs goes over to the tank, then looks at Suzu, then Mercuria, before clanking out what is basically confusion about how this tank is a warjack-