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That's... pretty hype.
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What did you say you go by? Xenon?
Shion, X-I-O-N, if I take dad's spelling for myself.
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That's... pretty hype.
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What did you say you go by? Xenon?
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Mm. I'm not sure why that is. But it's no pr- Don't!
*I wince as my eyes are opened, then blink*
Fascinating... I can see?
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Don't call me that. Anyway, explain more.
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As I was saying, self-fission was a success. Though I'm not sure how to feel about this situation.
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I don't think he'd appreciate being called that.
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*Whistles*
Who're you?
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*Shrugs*
I always figured it was part of becoming a different person. But you sound mostly the same. You sure anything really happened?
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Mm. I still-
>Okay, so this time I actually do want one of you to sit down and plan out what's going to happen, because I'd like to avoid having to pants this again. It is a horribly problematic means of going about collaborative writing when everyone is in the dark regarding direction and elements.
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*Manipulating the seven deadly sins, I impart a greed for tangibility into your flesh, before taking hold once more*
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*I barely budge, though my hand does move away a bit as my grip is broken*
Why yes, yes I do. Now come along.
*Grabs you again and resumes our journey*
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*Stares at you for a moment before shrugging and dragging you back to Hell wholesale*
Quite a curious amount of regenerative capability. I wonder if your nervous system is the same? If so, I've got quite a lot of experiments in store.
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*I shake off your grasp as one might shake off an unruly child before taking hold of your head and, with the barest application of force, pulling it free from its fleshly moorings*