10 Newcomers Seek The Sadist...
'Let's deal with the strangers first, and then I can have my fun with the others~.'
Nabaat's gaze fell upon those she had no recollection of ever meeting before. A commoner; a blue hedgehog. A woman with disturbing similarities in appearance to her; and a purple-haired guardian. A soldier; and a barmaid brawler.
What did they all have in common? They were all potential new tools.
"Greetings. I believe we have not spoken before. My name is Nabaat. And who may you be?"
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Strangers out the way, the commander looked at those who she did know, and let a small smile loose. She took off her glasses, knowing full well she would not need to play nice with the people before her.
This would be fun, picking them all apart one by one. Especially the Farrons.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the filthy l'Cie. Tell me, how does it feel, to think that you have been triumphant?"
Her gaze then turned to focus on Hope.
"Having fun in your position, Director? Feeling proud that 'you have more superiority than me'?"
"I wish I could say the same for you. But it seems the cards have played you an unlucky hand. Such a shame that you will die from your visions."
And then her personal favourite - the older Farron.
"And you, sunshine...where do I even begin? Perhaps I should start by asking you why you are not resting on Etro's throne in crystal stasis...that would be a good question to ask, would it not~?"