[ Those marks seem oddly familiar, and she can't help but glance down at her tattoos.
No fucking way it could be that easy, but she presses her hand to the stone surface. Her tattoos flare to life, and blue light pours into the engravings. The door rumbles, and begins to slide open ]
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[ Those marks seem oddly familiar, and she can't help but glance down at her tattoos.
No fucking way it could be that easy, but she presses her hand to the stone surface. Her tattoos flare to life, and blue light pours into the engravings. The door rumbles, and begins to slide open ]
... I honestly did not think that would work.