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Maka died last week. She'll wake up in her bed, but before then, in the few seconds before she wakes up, there's a flash of light and she transforms, growing blades from every inch of her body, like a flower made of deadly metal with her as the center. As quickly as they appear, they vanish again.

Then comes waking up, and sleep paralysis. For ten minutes, she is trapped motionless in her bed, unable to move any part of her body. She panics, trying to fight it, but there's nothing she can do. It passes, eventually, and she sits up with a strangled screaming sob, shaking, arms wrapped around her torso.

[Eventually, she makes her way to the terminals, and figures out how to post.]

Anybody here know how to fight hand-to-hand? A spar would be a good way to work off some energy after last week.

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[Allen raised an eyebrow. It was more of interest rather than a questioning surprise.]

I couldn't tell you. Only a higher power could. I've seen guys here who look like giant men in suits of armor that are really nice, so I'm just too intrigued to ask a question like that.

[An animate golden orb--the golem, Tim--clambered around from behind Allen, resting on his shoulder. It took notice of the person on the screen.]

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Oh! [Maka is a little distracted by unusual shiny flying things.] What's that?

My golem, Timcanpy. Or just Tim for short.

*Realization!* Is Tim really still this interesting to everyone here?

[Tim, despite possessing absolutely no eyes, seems to have its attention on the screen.]

I've never seen anything like him. I mean, I've seen a couple golems before, but they were made of clay, and they couldn't fly.

[Tim craned its "head" at this.]

Tim's kind of special, anyway. None of the golems from where I'm from are his color, for one. [He takes a small bit of one of Tim's wings in between his fingers and pulls at them a little.]

He's really pretty. What does he do?

He's more like a messenger golem: record what he sees and hears, relays messages, and pester me all the time. Golems of his make are supposed to act as assistants to Exorcists, mainly.

[It apparently took offense to that last part--a mouth that certainly wasn't there before opened up and it seems to growl at him. Only no noises came from its mouth, a maw of razor sharp looking teeth.]

And a great friend you are, too, Tim. [He grins bitterly.]

[It really says something about Maka that the teeth don't bother her. Or maybe in her world it's completely normal for things to suddenly have way too many pointy teeth.

In fact, the interaction just seems to amuse her.]

Can he talk?

[The teeth disappear as the mouth closes and it resumes its unknowing focus towards the screen.]

No. Can't say that he needs to.

He seems pretty fond of you.

I would think so. My master gave him to me a few years ago and we've been together ever since. Through better and worse.

That's just boring stuff though. I think you've had it more exciting than me. [He smiles through it, almost laughing as he talks.]

... I could do without some of the recent excitement.

[Undeterred, he continued in the same voice:]

Who is a fan nowadays? I mean what was it like before you came here? Where did you live? Hunting witches doesn't look like it's weighed down on you very much!

Why would it? It's what I've trained for my whole life.

Really? I know what that's like.

[His smile seems unsure of itself, but Allen does not sound like he's joking.]

Least you didn't have to go to India for it. Or pay for your Master's gambling debt.

If Papa tried to make me pay for his gambling debt, I'd make him regret it.

Oh, I plan on doing the same. One of these days...

[A rabidly evil smile descends on his face for a minute or two as he giggles in sinister glee.]

[It fades after a moment back to his usual, gleeful smile.]

So I think you might actually have had it a little better. That's good!

I don't think it matters now, does it?

Oh well it isn't so bad here. [He says that without the slightest smidgeon of sarcasm.] I mean, there's always good stuff if you know where to dig at.

I've been here less than two weeks, and I've already been mind controlled and murdered.

If you know where the "good stuff" is, I'd like to find it.

[His smile fades into obscurity.] I can't say my first impressions of the place were much better. But look at it this way: You're meeting people you would not have met otherwise. I'm not the smartest or the wisest guy, and I'll be the first to admit it, but that's a plus if there ever was one.

[Tim sidles at its resting place.]

No, it's not. I've met a couple nice people, but that doesn't make up for everything we've all lost, and if you think it does, you're an idiot.

[The sudden change causes Allen to become more somber in tone.]

Yeah, maybe I am.

[While Mr. Walker had attempted to retain eye contact, it now looks as though he is lost in thought, looking more at his reflection than anything else.]

But, to me, as long as there's something, you can't just stop walking.

Yeah, I get that. But it's still stupid to say that meeting new people here is a good thing. In a situation like this, I'd rather have the people I know than meet new ones.

[His lips turn into a smaller smile, but he averts his gaze.]

I'm sorry. I'm always looking for the bright side of things. It's actually kind of strange, isn't it?

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