[@Letter Bee][@Progenitus][@TheHangedMan]

Hearing the start of Pablo's heroically elated tirade, Takumi barely managed to contain an expression of annoyed distaste.

[color=7ea7d8]"Oh no, you won't be doing this,"[/color] - he thought, feeding Vox Vulgaris another pulse of energy.

Takumi's inner vision blanked out for a second, then exploding into a synaesthetic kaleidoscope of smell and color, once his brain shifted into "system-feeling" mode. Then he mentally reached out to the part of language that corresponded to the immediate area he was in, found Pablo's pattern in it, and sharply [b]p̴̜̫͔̘̼̭ͧ͆̄͑͊̂̚ͅȗ̧̝̳͚̞̦̥̈ͅl͗̐ͦͭͣ͠ļ̾͂ͩ̒́ẽ̩͉̜͕̖̃ͪ͢ḓ̟̿ͅ,[/b] knocking the interlocking bits of the puzzle out of alignment. A small, nigh-imperceptible trickle of entropy surged invisibly outward, interfering with Pablo's function.

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