With an annoyed frown on her face, the woman sat back.
:Mundanes? I'll have you know i am far from -mundane-:
Lifting her arm, she took a small electrical tool from another concealed pocket. She touched it to her finger, and a shiver of electricity ran through the hand. Her finger turned a quicksilver color and fell like silver dust from the rest of her body. A second later the dust pulled towards her chest, and her finger reformed, regaining its original shape and color.
:Good enough for you? Whos 'mundane' now?:
She placed a piece of wood, from the chair, above the cube. After being suspended for a moment, it grew black, and seemed to disintegrate.
:-that- is what this does. It is made so i can feed efficiently:
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
