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A MUR-der.
[ If you're a certain member of sensitIV: the floor drops out from under you, and—after a brief moment of utter darkness, you find yourself in the same room, but surrounded by different people. The bead strands wrap around your arms and legs, restraining you.
Well. Here you go. ]
Well. Here you go. ]

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[shit. fuck. fuck fuck shit fuck. STRUGGLE?]
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[ he's just going to saunter right on up to this guy, looking pleased as can be. ]
What a weird looking guy. What is this some kind of disease? [ as he casually just. pokes at the blue 'disease' on the cat's face ]
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That is none of your business.
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I like it. I'm actually a bit disappointed now that we rolled 'kill'. Just our luck, huh? Oh well. Would you rather die before or after I start digging these out?
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If your ultimate goal is to kill me, you may as well get it over with.
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[ but hey he stops touching his face! small mercies. now he's moved on to trailing the tip of the knife
that he definitely did not just steal from the team mascotalong the length of noah's crystal arm. ]Is your whole body like this? It really looks like some kind of curse. Who'd you piss off? [ he doesn't. actually wait for the answer before he starts pushing the blade into whatever soft spot he can find around the general shoulder area ]