[ Atsushi returns just as Avicebron finishes his preparations and presses his hands to the trunk of the tree; if he listens really carefully, he might hear the tail end of a quiet incantation.
The end result is that a wooden mask practically pops out of the tree's surface, and Avicebron sighs as he takes it up. ]
Thank you. [ A brief glance over and a small nod. ] That will do.
[ And then he puts on the mask. Unfortunately, this one's nowhere near as polished as the metal one -- it has small slits for eyeholes, the edges still a little rough. ]
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The end result is that a wooden mask practically pops out of the tree's surface, and Avicebron sighs as he takes it up. ]
Thank you. [ A brief glance over and a small nod. ] That will do.
[ And then he puts on the mask. Unfortunately, this one's nowhere near as polished as the metal one -- it has small slits for eyeholes, the edges still a little rough. ]