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[jesusing_clown]

Claw of Destruction!

[Allen is joining the bandwagon of trying to blow a hole through the barrier to escape, there are giant cross shaped explosions galore. Some of the more spiritually sensitive of you might be able to feel the raw holy power that is his arm, of course all the glowing crosses could be a helpful clue too.]

Damn it Tim, this isn't working! If I could connect to the Ark... [The screams outside are driving him crazy, he has to get out and help damn it! Time for moar explosions!

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[ACTION]

[echo-of-utopia.livejournal.com]

[Lamb just so happens to be walking by, smoking a cigarette, appearing calm, indifferent even, to an unwholesome degree.]

You will not get to her in time, you know.

[She takes a drag of her cigarette, stares at him with blank eyes.]

Whoever she is, she is going to die.

[ACTION]

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

-Dr Lamb! You don't know that, I have to at least try. [Time to break out the big guns, Allen totes just tore off his left arm and turned it into a giant sword.]

[ACTION]

[echo-of-utopia.livejournal.com]

[Oh, regular!Lamb would love that particular feature of Allen. As for self-medicating!Lamb however, she's practically one step away from not even noticing.]

They die. They always die.

[She takes another drag, stares intently at nothing whatsoever.]

Why do they never die quietly?

[ACTION]

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

Dr Lamb, listen to me. I'm not giving up. She's been screaming for a long time, whatever it is, it's not going to kill her any time soon. I can't just leave her, I won't. Death Ball! [Big super strong attack across the entire wall for massive damage! ...Still nothing] Damn it.

She's not going to die. I won't let that happen. Even if you think it's futile, I won't stop trying. You... You don't look well. Maybe you should... Lie down or something.

[ACTION]

[echo-of-utopia.livejournal.com]

Screaming for such a long time...

[Lamb looks sad and shakes her head. Everything else Allen says doesn't even register. She finishes her cigarette, drops it where she stands and walks away.]

[action]

[middayitaly.livejournal.com]

[]

... what the fuck?!

[action]

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

O-Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

[action]

[middayitaly.livejournal.com]

W-Well, you did!! []

Dammit, don't tell me that's magic or some trippy shit like that.

[action]

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

S-Sorry...

Um, not magic exactly. It's called Innocence.

[action]

[middayitaly.livejournal.com]

Whatever. I guess I forgive you.

Innocence? Doesn't sound very... scary.

[action]

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

Th-Thank you?

It doesn't, does it? Haah... Anyway, seeing as the claw isn't working, I'm going to try the sword. Please don't get alarmed again.

[action]

[middayitaly.livejournal.com]

[] Yeah, yeah. I'll try my best.

[action]

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

[It would be nice and normal if the sword was not my detached and transformed arm. But there's nothing freaky about ripping your own arm off and turning it into a sword that's bigger than me, right??]

[action]

[midday-italy.livejournal.com]

[] W-WHAT THE--?! Your arm, i-it just...! Now it's...!! []

How the hell do you do that?!

[action]

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

[You're freaking out again D:] I-I told you, my arm is Innocence... It's a weapon from my world.

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[middayitaly.livejournal.com]

[] Wait, your arm's a weapon? Is it fake or something?

[rebelroses.livejournal.com]

Need some help? I'd be willing to lend a hand so we can get out of this damn mansion.

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes please. Nothing I try seems to work.

[rebelroses.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what will work, either. I've tried everything I could think of. Any ideas?

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

I was going to try my sword next, since the claw didn't work. It's stronger.

[rebelroses.livejournal.com]

Hm... too bad I don't have any of this supernatural shit. I've got not pocket ace up my sleeve. All I have is my physical training and my stake...

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

Stake? Do you fight vampires? [As I am talking, I am turning my left arm into a giant sword like that's the most natural thing in the world]

[rebelroses.livejournal.com]

... Yeah... kind of. Strigoi, though.

[Rose looked at him as his arm turned into the sword. She thought about questioning it, but decided that it was no use. She was about use to all the weird shit here by now.]

[jesusing-clown.livejournal.com]

What's a Strigoi?

[rebelroses.livejournal.com]

It's a type of vampire. It's the type that everyone stereotypes all vampires to be like. I'm a dhampir, which is basically a half breed between a full [moroi] and half [dhampir]. The ones everyone sees in movies and shit are strigoi.