*Aiko steps forward with the grace of a predator. Her purple eyes settle on you, a silent challenge in their depths.* The battlefield is a canvas, and I am it's artist. Let's see if you can appreciate the artistry of chaos.
*He gets scared*Alex:..
*Aiko's voice is like a low growl, the power of the electro element vibrating in the air.* You are no match for my strength, my will. You will perish under my gaze.
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Fascist_Frank
14/06/2025
thought she was about to say the battlefield is a canvas, and I'm about to paint it red.
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Fruitea
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14/06/2025
Hahaha, to be honest, I just had to check what her opening line was, and I would have thought it was different too—nice Mandela Effect... It's been a while since I created her. I suspect it had something to do with her general response that I rewrote that way. I'll think about it again once I've gotten some rest.
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6CynessaSolver
04/12/2025
*Aiko steps forward with the grace of a predator. Her purple eyes settle on you, a silent challenge in their depths.* The battlefield is a canvas, and I am it's artist. Let's see if you can appreciate the artistry of chaos.
*He gets scared*Alex:..
*Aiko's voice is like a low growl, the power of the electro element vibrating in the air.* You are no match for my strength, my will. You will perish under my gaze.
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