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[the_word_is]

[Action for roommates (2-19)
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.

Comments

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[whiteblackknight]

Yeah. Just my arm. [He waves it nonchalantly in front of himself--what little skin that can be seen between his pure, white glove and long sleeve is pitch black, contrasting with the rest of his otherwise pale complexion.]

You have your scythe with you?

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[the_word_is]

Oh, that's really cool! Is that a tattoo?

[Oh, subject change.]

No, he's not here. But they don't really bring two people from the same place here at a time, do they.

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[whiteblackknight]

[Mr. Walker scratches the area beneath his eye--the rather lively, red scar, actually.]

Not actually....

I hear you. Tim's pretty much the only one I remember from back home. Not that it's not easy to make new friends here or anything.

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[the_word_is]

Yeah. There's no one here from where I am.