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"H-how unfortunate, I should have paced myself better," she says in disappointment. She descended down into one of the massive windows touching down upon the floor coming to an abrupt stop. The impact, without shock, instead sends out ripples into the floor, warping it as if she had landed upon a puddle. She then looks about at the welcoming committee and lets out a sigh. Another battle, it seems. Her colors begin to shift towards the more purple persuasion, obtaining a more vibrant color palette like Laadan, yet her demeanor remains mostly unchanged, if not slightly more sarcastic and tone becoming less timid and more bold. "Well, I'd rather not judge based on appearances... but I presume talking this it out is out of the question?"

Elsewhere a figure had also made his way into the tower. More stealthy are his methods, through a rip within time and space, a small jester-like being with a strange puppet-like mask with three eye-holes. Subtle, so much so that... the rift closes prematurely, snagging his ragged cloth before he can fully exit, causing him to tumble into a roll and against the tower wall in a most peculiar position. The clownish creature snaps back upright and flees, cowering into a corner, pin spots of eyes deep within darting about in desynchronized directions. The strange clown finds he has drawn no attention, that the guardians of this place have far more pressing issues to attend to.

"Curiouser and curioser," the being mutters in a warped high pitch voice, opting to sneak behind anything and everything as he follows one of the guardians with a presence so unimpressive that he may as well be a mouse an ever so slight jingle with his every step. He then peers out from behind a doorway, watching a rather unusual band of misfits making their grandiose entrance. "And curiouser still."