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KatherinWinter said
Sounds .... horrible.Calla Alexander isn't in the dinning room

Yeah, it was the first five minutes that were the worst. you know those moments in films when someone's doing something and a spider crawls on to the table? well the only girl in the lab at the time had one of those.

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Alexander looked up as he heard footsteps outside, he tilted his head and then went back to his work, right now, for once since he'd gotten to this hellhole he was content, glad to have something he enjoyed doing within his reach, he was only a few centimeters down the blade, but it was allready looking like something one would see in a museum or come from a master forge. Only when the two did enter did he stop and look up. "Yes?" he asked, moving his hand away from the blade so as not to ruin the pattern.

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Also Lilly, Alexander is in his room. he was banished there for a scrap with wizard's char and hasn't been bothered to emerge since (other than to scramble through the vents to steal the stake for vlad's dinner)

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I'm back for a few hours. was a mad afternoon at the lab. some numbnuts let a box of brown recluse spiders and I spent the afternoon in a hazmat suit chasing the fucking things.

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Alexander sighed, listening to the goings on around the area, dropping in to his room he drew his katana and shifted one hand, superheating the tip of his claw he started work in intricate runic patterns running all down his blade, starting at the hilt and working his way up the designs starting complex as they were and only getting more and more intricate as he worked his way down. he took his time, it took about ten minutes to cover a centimeter but what has been done looked very impressive, minute patterns engraved in to the metal, the edge restored to what it should be, and the crystalline structure and heat tempered line exposed to the light, allowing it to almost shimmer like water.

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Saarebas said
I've been part of those slow RPs too, but it was just a suggestion anyways. I just finished reading the fight and yeah... Marshall really has no business fighting these guys.

Actually, I didn't even want to have that fight, hence why there is a degree of OP. also if I hadn't done what I did, Alexander would be dead. consider anything that happened during that as a null void, basicly anything happened in there is highly unlikely to happen again, perhaps with the exception of wizard ripping peoples arms off at will.

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Alexander shuffled, finishing his meal he shook his head "I am simply having breakfast" he said calmly and stretched the blood still running down the vents and out the grill. "I was not invited to the breakfast table, so I'm eating my meal in a location that I imagend to be empty, you know since your room is just a charade to keep suspicion off the doc and his furry fetish." he sighed and trecked off down the vents, passing through areas he hadn't seen before.

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Shiro sighed and stepped back from the group. "No, I do not doubt them. spirit's exist, they are what give a person validity upon the solid relm as a entity, they disperse upon death, souls are the bearers of sin and charity, they pass on to the netherrelm and I am one of the guids for those misbegotten souls" he closed his eyes and spread his arms. "If you do not belive me. allow me to show you" the building was filled with a rushing black cloud of feathers, from the depths of the featherstorm two red eyes glowed like pits in to hell. a voice rang out, echoing through their sculls, it bypassed their ears. "I am the Son of Death Incarnate. I think I know about Souls." the fethers were fading as they hit the ground, the figure became visible, huge, weilding a scythe, black feathered wings, horns curling round his head.

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Alexander spent the night sleeping in the vent above where Roxy was kept, he wasn't sure why he bothered, come morning he stretched and made his way down to the kitchens, dropping lazily out and behind the fridge, waiting untill it was clear he pulled it open, still in full dragon, he grabbed the largest stake he could find and took off up in to the vents, settling down to rip in to it, sating his hunger on the bloody meat. he'd diliberatly settled over Hitomi's room, the blood running down the vents and dripping in to her room.

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Tell that to him next time he tries to ruin my subclavian, axillery, anterior, and posterior circumflex as well as the sub and deep brachial arteries on both sides. a wound of that (while arms could be re-attached, in under maybe five mins.) would have bled him dry within a minute or so.