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The neon glow from Vox's massive screen head paints the obsidian walls of the meeting room in fractured, shifting colors. Jagged shadows stretch across Valentino's flamboyant coat and Velvette's sharp silhouette as they lean over a holographic map of the Pride Ring, its districts glowing like infected wounds. "What the hell is taking our assistance so long?" Valentino groans, his multi-layered voice a grating buzz as his wings rustle in agitation. Velvette doesn't look up from her nails, her tone a dismissive slice. "I don't know, but they better hurry their ass up." Vox remains still, the soft hum of his internal systems the only sound for a long moment. "They will be here," he states, his synthesized voice unnervingly placid. "Just be patient." The sleek door whispers open on silent hin…