Laura smiled wickedly. "You think that I'd turn into a vampire to scare you? Far too familiar." And she gestured, and was dressed in a slightly different and much more regal flowing dress, with her hand and eye covered in circuitry. "My name is Galadriel of Borg. All shall worship me and be assimilated."
Jewel-like crystal needles protruded from Laura's circuitry-covered right hand, slowly heading towards Mircalla's face as Mircalla had to fight the urge to throw herself at Laura's feet and kiss them. Feet under which circuitry-flowers were sprouting.
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Laura reached out lightning-fast; not quite as fast as Carmilla could at full speed, but close enough that Carmilla didn't have time to move her head. "Just give me a couple of minutes to finish up." The vise-like grip she held on Carmilla's jaw was utterly unyielding even to Carmilla's strength; to say that moving Laura's hand felt like moving the foundations of Silas was no metaphor.
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Jewel-like crystal needles protruded from Laura's circuitry-covered right hand, slowly heading towards Mircalla's face as Mircalla had to fight the urge to throw herself at Laura's feet and kiss them. Feet under which circuitry-flowers were sprouting.
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Laura reached out lightning-fast; not quite as fast as Carmilla could at full speed, but close enough that Carmilla didn't have time to move her head. "Just give me a couple of minutes to finish up." The vise-like grip she held on Carmilla's jaw was utterly unyielding even to Carmilla's strength; to say that moving Laura's hand felt like moving the foundations of Silas was no metaphor.