there's no outward acknowledgement aside from the fleeting glimpse of surprise. it settles just as quickly as it appeared, and baiken's stance shifts, primed and ready as she taps into her own e.g.o. manifestation. it's fucking go time now.
there's a glow of red and pink, a crackle of lightning to manifest into the contradictory duality of strength and discipline.
she also gets an ironic (for this situation) song. ]
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there's no outward acknowledgement aside from the fleeting glimpse of surprise. it settles just as quickly as it appeared, and baiken's stance shifts, primed and ready as she taps into her own e.g.o. manifestation. it's fucking go time now.
there's a glow of red and pink, a crackle of lightning to manifest into the contradictory duality of strength and discipline.
she also gets an ironic (for this situation) song. ]