[ with no preamble whatsoever, a deep chuckle resounds through the wall, and within a few moments, a figure steps through it. he's uncannily tall - as tall as anderson was - and unfolds himself to his full height once he's done breaking the laws of physics and reality. dressed in a long red overcoat over a Victorian style gray suit, his jet black hair doesn't rest under its usual red hat today, flying wildly about his pale face instead. most noticeable, however, are his hypnotic blood eyes, slitted and reptilian, something within them conveying a fragile thread of sanity when combined with his manic grin. ]
Well, well. [ his voice is as resonant as his laughter, and there's a mocking, superior undertone beneath all his words. ] What an interesting visitor.
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Well, well. [ his voice is as resonant as his laughter, and there's a mocking, superior undertone beneath all his words. ] What an interesting visitor.