You doubt me? *moves forward circling Adrasdos* I am indeed the one and only, Edward Hyde. You must know of dear Doctor Henry Jekyll. It is a...classic, they say. They got that story wrong. John did not kill me that wedding day. I took over and Jekyll lost control over me. Yet someone I have found myself here, I do not understand how.
*laughs* Miss Dark, I am not here to harm you. If I thought you a threat I would have killed you on the spot. I daresay you seem to think me an enemy. I merely am exploring. I have ended up in this world unsure how I got here.
Times have changed. I am not here to kill you. I know about magic actually. I myself am a sorcerer. That is how I lived through the 1800's. Your name sounds familiar. You work for the Sanctuary in a country pobably the scholars only know about, corect?
You had a gun pointed at me, Miss Dark. I did only was needed in self defense. *picks up the gun and chucks in the lake* Much better. Are you the only person here? It seems rather odd. *nods to the bar and treehouses* Where are the rest of your friends or family, whatever the people here are to you.
Ah. I see they have abandoned you. Who else is around here these days? I know the American Council Memebets are and a boy who works for Scotland. And a few, werewolves. *'werewolves' is spoken with hatred*
I realize that. I am not a fool. *smiles and Adra finds herself on the ground with a knife cutting her cheek* I have you alone I may as well, have some fun. I am curious as to what I can do with a little poison.
*barely notices the kick* Good try, my love. *Adrsdos can feel her wrist turning the way it should not* And now let's see what we can do with a pretty face like yours. *begins making quick cuts across her entire face avoiding her eyes*
*screams in pain, cursing* *elbows him in the face then ramming her knee into his side multiple times with enough force to crack a rib* *shoves away from him, running*
Edward Hyde. *Trip feels a knife cut deeply across his chest* You wear the hat well. ((Miss Dark, I have used a knife that has a special poison, in a few moments you will begin to feel yourself bleed uncontrolably, ultimatly bringing yourself to your death by blood loss unless you or someone able heals your cuts.))
*Trip notices the part of the mind needed to use his magic shuts down* I think not. I am real. The story was wrong. I did not die that night John killed Henry Jekyll instead I took control. I have magic different from Jekyll. Jekyll studied science-magic and I studied the mind. Of course you think this impossible. It is not. I am a completely different personality.
Ah. Are you aware of the mirage theory? Basically, it says that if you hang around a psychic of some form for long enough, you gain a subconscious aptitude for fighting back against said abilities. So, while I do a little work on this in my mind, let's dance! *leaps forth, the sword slashing through the air at Edward*
*laughs sadistically* Sir, I think this is a waste of talent. *Trip feels a lovely dagger enter his stomach and a knife fairly close to the heart* I do not mind pain.
*slashes* I thought you were merely a story, a character. Huh. *stabs* Of course it isn't impossible. You're essentially now a multiple personality of Dr. Jeckll.
*gets to her feet slowly, unsheathing her sword with her better hand* This could've been easier if we just had tea... *tuns at Hyde, slashing from one shoulder to another with her sword*
They're slowly reforming- of course, most of the country was lost, so divisions will be significantly smaller, but nearby countries are lending a hand- everyone's on alert still.
Ah, Henry. You're really sorry, it was him not you, yada yada yada, you're still under arrest. As he is part of you, and he needs medical help, you get to get that help too.
Hyde is a part of me freed from within. He is what I have tried to rid human kind from. I do not think it possible to help him, sir. I have come to the conclusion I have a disease called Multiple Personality Disorder, though mine is severe in comparison to nowadays. ((Hello, Miss Rose. I shall let you decide for yourself who I am.))
(I'm an adrenaline junkie but today... *Dies* I was on Australia's fastest ride and was so close to throwing up... And then two minutes later I was ring spun upside-down twenty storeys in the air... And I didn't take a break... *Died again*
((Heh. No, Zaf was freaking out earlier. It sondes like her earlier but it isn't :3 I personally like the mystery although we all probably know who it is. It isn't really about the author behind the character, really))
I do not believe it possible for me, sir. Do as you wish. I have means to keep him at bay. I was actually attacked and that is how Hyde managed control.
((I am most intrigued. I shall not reveal my identity until about an hour from now unless someone figures it out and has logical reasoning behind their guess.))
Thanks for telling me all the things I already knew Doctor.
But there is one issue here, you cannot merely rid humanity of inherent evil on that scale. Mainly because the idea of inherent evil in itself is a romantic concept that is in fact, non existent. You went to a known criminal, yes? Proven, convicted? Nowadays, they get therapy to help them recover, as nearly every person who commits a crime has issues in the head or motives.
You see, he just needs a therapist. An asylum, akin to one he was in before he was enlisted to medical science should do the trick, they'll have on-sight psychiatrists.
Basically, he just needs to be processed into the mortal prison system.
It will. You believe you have taken pure evil and put it into yourself in the form of Mr. Hyde, but pure evil is an outdated and ideological concept which does not exist. You have merely, through a miracle of science, fused his mind to yours.
*Shrugs* I've found myself in them my fair share of times. Trip, I suggest somewhere better, somewhere not an asylum. Asylums are inhumane and should be shut down. Am I the only one who is seeing that?
Because, for man who literally delved deeper into the human psyche than any other, comparatively, you are an ignorant buffoon of a man and I have no idea how someone so clueless did something so miraculous.
Pretty much Death. Asylums aren't the sort of horror film, padded cell force feeding things they once were. An asylum is essentially a mental hospital with security, due to the violent nature of their patrons.
You just aggravate me with your short sightedness and lack of a basic level of philosophy, in stead blindly following your fairytale notions of good and evil.
Jesus Christ- *shakes her head* Slowly bleeding to death and still stopped for a philosophical debate. Sometimes I wonder... *sits in her med bay, running her wrist under an x-ray*
Henry, how would you feel about meeting a psychic? Not a psychiatrist. These psychics may be able to put a barrier in your mind that will stop Jekyll from coming out again.
Trip, my suggestion is that you go after Adra, I find a psychic and Mr Hyde waits patiently here.
I want you to sit down while I figure out a way to get you into the mortal justice system. Done! I'll turn you in at a police station! They'll know all the things I don't. But first, a full blood transplant. Do tell, what blood type are you?
Mr Jekyll, apologies for this misunderstanding of names, this device seems on torturing me. Would we at least be able to try? There is nothing wrong with trying before Trip gets his wish, is there?
As I said, we should bind your blood anyway, as a safety protocol. It will take Death a few hours to get a psychic here anyway, so the time will be well spent.
((I'm gone.... Um.... In case you didn't already notice. Which is actually a possibility... I just thought I should probably mention it... Back in an hour or so if I'm lucky!))
That is a good idea, Trip. But let us just see if the psychic works first. If it does, then we would not need to do that, if it doesn't work... Then we'll try the blood binding.
*Grins at Mr Jekyll* I shall make the necessary arrangements momentarily.
No, because if there's one thing we learned from Alistair, Jayla, and many others, is that mental walls have a tendency to break. So while Mr. Hyde gets therapy, he won't be a threat to anyone.
Even violent magic used by a serial killer? Don't make me hurt you back Death. I know you think you're doing the right, logical thing, stopping this man from being forced into a fortress of doom deprived of his heart and soul, but it isn't like that.
Trip. Don't get me angry. *Takes a deep shuddering breath* If you want to live, I suggest you just take your hands off him and let him walk. *Curses loudly and glares into the trees, some falling over*
((I'm not surprised at all. I'm just disappointed you don't use that level of punctuation and grammar normally. It makes your writing so much kinder to read.)
Well, at least there's a tiny bit of scientist in you. To be honest I thought you were rather devoid of any kind of real scientific habits at all, and just understood your field, not delving any further into any other subjects. Like philosophy.
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«Oldest ‹Older 2001 – 2200 of 4970 Newer› Newest»Alexis: a day. *sits beside* feel any better?
*pokes the fish and it swims away, playing with a black fish, swimming with each other*
*pokes we nose into the water as the black fish comes up and bites at her nose* *laughs, pulling away* heh
Lorcan: Kinda, have a thumping headache though.
I had a weird dream... that we built our own treehouse for ourselves and the Emerald and Chase from here helped and accepted me. It was nice...
Alexis: I'm sure one day they will. And as for our own treehose....we can build one. *hugs*
*sighs, as the two fish swim around, chasing each other* *places a flower in the glowing pond, and it floats*
*sighs, enjoying the cool colors*
((I think my lower right stitches dissolved.....idk if thats good or bad they said the stitches would diisolve
((Idek))
I HATE PEOPLE WHO ARE SUPER PRETTY AND SAY THEY'RE UGLY AND I'M LIKE "if you're ugly then what does that make me?"
I've got my brother's birthday party tomorrow... /:
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((I guess if they dissolved that is supposed to happen im not bleeding at all so i guess maybe thats a good sign))
Preach, Mara.
I hate it when people say they're ugly but there just saying it >.<
Anyway
*looks up at the sky*
Lorcan: I don't want to hurt anyone Lexi, especially you or your family. We have to do something Lexi...
Alexis: then what do you suggest we do? I'm not taking you back until you're better then we can go back to the treehouse
*lays there, waiting*
Lorcan: I dunno what to do... Suddenly everything is just so confusing.
*He sighs*
And I'm still tired as hell and I just...
*he turns over on his side in the bed and tries not to cry*
Alexis: *kisses cheek* Lorcan nevef ever feel alone I'm here for you.
*checks her watch again, looking up at the night sky*
*yawns a bit, shivering*
*sighs*
Watching jeopardy and trying xD
*sniffs her hair£
*sits there silently*
*appears in Blogland looking around unsure almost* Who are you? *looks at Adra a tiny grin forming*
Who are you?
((AHHH sorry I was away for a sec))
I asked you a question. I expect an answer. Who are you?
*stands up, putting her hands on her hips* Excuse me, I don't think you're exactly in a position to tell me what to do.
So you say, Miss. You may know me. I am Edward Hyde. Now will you kindly introduce yourself to me?
Edward Hyde? Good grief... Adrasdos Dark..
You doubt me? *moves forward circling Adrasdos* I am indeed the one and only, Edward Hyde. You must know of dear Doctor Henry Jekyll. It is a...classic, they say. They got that story wrong. John did not kill me that wedding day. I took over and Jekyll lost control over me. Yet someone I have found myself here, I do not understand how.
*pulls out her gun* What do you want, Hyde
It appears this annoying gadget has 'corrected' me. I do not mean 'someone' that was supposed to be 'somehow'.
*laughs* Miss Dark, I am not here to harm you. If I thought you a threat I would have killed you on the spot. I daresay you seem to think me an enemy. I merely am exploring. I have ended up in this world unsure how I got here.
Merely exploring? *laughs* Mr. Hyde, I have heard of your reputation- don't expect me to put my gun away on your word
Times have changed. I am not here to kill you. I know about magic actually. I myself am a sorcerer. That is how I lived through the 1800's. Your name sounds familiar. You work for the Sanctuary in a country pobably the scholars only know about, corect?
*gives him a drill stare* You're a maniac, Mr. Hyde. *readies the gun*
*droll
*shakes head and slices her gun hand* My dear, I am not here to kill.
*winces, dropping the gun* What the hell?!
You had a gun pointed at me, Miss Dark. I did only was needed in self defense. *picks up the gun and chucks in the lake* Much better. Are you the only person here? It seems rather odd. *nods to the bar and treehouses* Where are the rest of your friends or family, whatever the people here are to you.
*glares at him* Sorry, they aren't here right now, I'm the only one
Ah. I see they have abandoned you. Who else is around here these days? I know the American Council Memebets are and a boy who works for Scotland. And a few, werewolves. *'werewolves' is spoken with hatred*
*narrows her eyes* *stiffly* They aren't. Here.
I realize that. I am not a fool. *smiles and Adra finds herself on the ground with a knife cutting her cheek* I have you alone I may as well, have some fun. I am curious as to what I can do with a little poison.
*growls at him, kicking upwards* Get the hell off me, creep
*barely notices the kick* Good try, my love. *Adrsdos can feel her wrist turning the way it should not* And now let's see what we can do with a pretty face like yours. *begins making quick cuts across her entire face avoiding her eyes*
*screams in pain, cursing* *elbows him in the face then ramming her knee into his side multiple times with enough force to crack a rib*
*shoves away from him, running*
Yo! Top hat! *sends a blast of energy powerful enough to cut through steel like paper at Edward from an outstretched palm*
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*sighs* *murmurs* Thank gods..
*ignores rib* Who are you? *slams Trip into a tree bashing his head*
Who are you? *puts on his own, purple, top hat*
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*rubs her throbbing wrist* Oh hell..
Also, that's not a knife, *snickers, and brings up his crystal sword* This *snickers again* is a knife! *laughs*
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Did you just-
Yes.
Crocodile Dundee.
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I swear to gods I want to hit you
Edward Hyde. *Trip feels a knife cut deeply across his chest* You wear the hat well. ((Miss Dark, I have used a knife that has a special poison, in a few moments you will begin to feel yourself bleed uncontrolably, ultimatly bringing yourself to your death by blood loss unless you or someone able heals your cuts.))
*gently touches her face* This doesn't feel good..
Oh no. A knife. The horror. It's not like I can't patch that up with energy or anything!
So, again, before I torture you, who are you?
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*backs away a safe distance* I have told you, sir. My name is Edward Hyde.
*sinks slowly to her knees* Oh shit *desperately digs through her bag*
Oh, that's weird, I thought you were from a book. Anywho. *Edward's very being begins to ache* Fuck off.
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*pulls put a shot* Please let this work... *injects herself with it*
*Trip notices the part of the mind needed to use his magic shuts down* I think not. I am real. The story was wrong. I did not die that night John killed Henry Jekyll instead I took control. I have magic different from Jekyll. Jekyll studied science-magic and I studied the mind. Of course you think this impossible. It is not. I am a completely different personality.
*buries her face in a cloth, feeling the cuts begin to stop bleeding, and eventually stopping*
Ah. Are you aware of the mirage theory? Basically, it says that if you hang around a psychic of some form for long enough, you gain a subconscious aptitude for fighting back against said abilities. So, while I do a little work on this in my mind, let's dance! *leaps forth, the sword slashing through the air at Edward*
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*laughs sadistically* Sir, I think this is a waste of talent. *Trip feels a lovely dagger enter his stomach and a knife fairly close to the heart* I do not mind pain.
*slashes* I thought you were merely a story, a character. Huh. *stabs* Of course it isn't impossible. You're essentially now a multiple personality of Dr. Jeckll.
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Oh good. *stabs to the face*
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*gets to her feet slowly, unsheathing her sword with her better hand* This could've been easier if we just had tea...
*tuns at Hyde, slashing from one shoulder to another with her sword*
*moves away from the sword* Indeed. He has no gained control in a few days. I am most surprised.
*moves so Adrasdos' sword nicks my shoulder* Oh....oh...*falls to one knee screaming obviously not from the cuts* He is not-
To be honest I don't much care. Can I just take to to jail? You bore me. Your knives bore me.
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*points her sword at his throat* I do hope that is your counterpart trying for dominance in your mind.
*uses the lapse in a defence to slip behind Edward and shackle him*
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((I seem to be having a problem with today's technolgoy pardon me))
...do you think that will keep him?
*uses a cloth with alcohol on it to dab at her cuts*
I don't much care. They just restrict him a little. *energy appears in cuts*
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Okay.... *quietly to him* Are you alright?
Well, I have some nasty cuts, but otherwise I'm perfectly all right.
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Okay... If you need me to take a look later...*trails off*
That would be nice, thanks.
How's new Delhi?
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It good, actually. Things are running quite well.
Ah, excellent. And the spotters? Are they up to scratch?
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They're slowly reforming- of course, most of the country was lost, so divisions will be significantly smaller, but nearby countries are lending a hand- everyone's on alert still.
Hmmn. I'll need a word or two with them then.
A spotter division must be first to form, and last to fall. Is what I say. I don't mean it, but it's a good motivator.
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((It appears my wifi cut I have returned now hopefully))
Be my guest.
((*wave*))
((wb))
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*sighs, taking a shot from her bag* Okay, at least let me stop the bleeding?
Sure. *holds arm out, rolling up the sleeve*
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[Comes in complaining about stuff that you probably don't want to hear about]
[Moans dramatically about not being able to be here]
[Flails around]
[Vanishes in 10-15 minutes]
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(Going... To be... Sick... Stupid... Carnival... *Rubs off to throw up*))
*carefully gives him the shot, making sure it was as painless as possible before tucking it into a special compartment* there ya go.
((Hi Fabru?)
*looks at the shackles and voice is no longer Hyde's* Oh god. I am so sorry. He forced a Teleporter here. I am so terribly sorry.
Hmm..
Ah, Henry. You're really sorry, it was him not you, yada yada yada, you're still under arrest. As he is part of you, and he needs medical help, you get to get that help too.
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I have kept him at bay until recently. I am perectly capable of keeping him back this was the first time he did something this bad.
((Aw, that stinks, Deathy! D: I hope you feel better soon!))
((HIIIIIII))
[Looks from Trip to Jekyll/Hyde]
He doesn't like you.
...
I don't like you either. You just watch yourself.
...
And your other self.
...
And whatnot.
#ChaseForBook9
Someone should help him with that predicament, by the way. His duality complex
He still needs medical assistance, though, does he not?
#ChaseForBook9
(Uh... Hi Henry... Do I know you? Are you someone we know but under a different name...?))
*Is randomly leaning against a tree, watching*
Awfully sorry, hi Effie and Death.
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The Sanctuary med team can take care of him
Hyde is a part of me freed from within. He is what I have tried to rid human kind from. I do not think it possible to help him, sir. I have come to the conclusion I have a disease called Multiple Personality Disorder, though mine is severe in comparison to nowadays. ((Hello, Miss Rose. I shall let you decide for yourself who I am.))
(I'm an adrenaline junkie but today... *Dies* I was on Australia's fastest ride and was so close to throwing up... And then two minutes later I was ring spun upside-down twenty storeys in the air... And I didn't take a break... *Died again*
Hey Fabi/Effie and Trip!))
I mean mental medical assistance. Like, professional psychiatric help.
#ChaseForBook9
(Sir...? Zaffy...?))
Well then, I dunno- send him to someone who's pretty good with these things?
((Heh. No, Zaf was freaking out earlier. It sondes like her earlier but it isn't :3 I personally like the mystery although we all probably know who it is. It isn't really about the author behind the character, really))
I do not believe it possible for me, sir. Do as you wish. I have means to keep him at bay. I was actually attacked and that is how Hyde managed control.
((I am most intrigued. I shall not reveal my identity until about an hour from now unless someone figures it out and has logical reasoning behind their guess.))
(I know who it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am smarty!!!!!!!))
Hello. :-)
[Looks at Jekyll]
You're weird.
[Looks at Trip and Adra and shrugs]
I'm not really the medical assistance type, mental or otherwise, but I'll help in any way I can. Probably.
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Thanks for telling me all the things I already knew Doctor.
But there is one issue here, you cannot merely rid humanity of inherent evil on that scale. Mainly because the idea of inherent evil in itself is a romantic concept that is in fact, non existent. You went to a known criminal, yes? Proven, convicted? Nowadays, they get therapy to help them recover, as nearly every person who commits a crime has issues in the head or motives.
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Mr. Hyde, as we all just witnessed, freak accidents happen-it would be for your- and everyone else's benefit
(Yep. A total genius. *Nods*))
*Skips forward and looks at Henry* Hello psychopathic person.
You see, he just needs a therapist. An asylum, akin to one he was in before he was enlisted to medical science should do the trick, they'll have on-sight psychiatrists.
Basically, he just needs to be processed into the mortal prison system.
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We'll bind his blood, periodically replacing it until he is rehabilitated.
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But with binding symbols, yeah? Underneath the mortal's nose
Ah- nevermind
I do not understand. I know I have not any help. You may try as I am curious to see if it will work. Do not be surprised if it does not, however.
No. Don't send him to an asylum... *Pokes Trip* They're not nice places. We want him to get better, yeah? Not to be treated like an animal.
It will. You believe you have taken pure evil and put it into yourself in the form of Mr. Hyde, but pure evil is an outdated and ideological concept which does not exist. You have merely, through a miracle of science, fused his mind to yours.
For a Doctor, you are incredibly superstitious.
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Death, what experiences have you had with asylums since the sixties? I assure you, they are quite agreeable places.
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*sighs, rubbing her temples* We really ought to just solve this tomorrow...
Do as you wish, sir. I do not understand what you can do for me.
*Shrugs* I've found myself in them my fair share of times. Trip, I suggest somewhere better, somewhere not an asylum. Asylums are inhumane and should be shut down. Am I the only one who is seeing that?
Because, for man who literally delved deeper into the human psyche than any other, comparatively, you are an ignorant buffoon of a man and I have no idea how someone so clueless did something so miraculous.
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I would quite agree, miss. I do not think they are the right answer.
*groans* You all are idiots. *walks off grumpily towards her lab*
Pretty much Death. Asylums aren't the sort of horror film, padded cell force feeding things they once were. An asylum is essentially a mental hospital with security, due to the violent nature of their patrons.
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If you do not wish to conduct this civily then I suggest getting out.
You just aggravate me with your short sightedness and lack of a basic level of philosophy, in stead blindly following your fairytale notions of good and evil.
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Jesus Christ- *shakes her head* Slowly bleeding to death and still stopped for a philosophical debate. Sometimes I wonder... *sits in her med bay, running her wrist under an x-ray*
Henry, how would you feel about meeting a psychic? Not a psychiatrist. These psychics may be able to put a barrier in your mind that will stop Jekyll from coming out again.
Trip, my suggestion is that you go after Adra, I find a psychic and Mr Hyde waits patiently here.
I suggest leaving me alone, sir. I do not know what you want me to do.
I want you to sit down while I figure out a way to get you into the mortal justice system. Done! I'll turn you in at a police station! They'll know all the things I don't. But first, a full blood transplant. Do tell, what blood type are you?
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I am not Hyde, miss. I am Jekyll. I do not believe such barriers are possible to keep Hyde back, Hyde is a part of me.
(Stupid bloody iPod...
*Hyde
*Jekyll
In that order...))
I much prefer the idea of the young lady. *nods to Death*
The one you yourself just said wouldn't work? No thanks. Come, to the med lab!
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Mr Jekyll, apologies for this misunderstanding of names, this device seems on torturing me. Would we at least be able to try? There is nothing wrong with trying before Trip gets his wish, is there?
*the x-ray finishes as the film begins to develop to the side* *waits patiently*
*Nods to Mr Jekyll* Please, call me Death. Or Rose. Or whatever name you'd like! *Smiles*
Get yourself a psychic and sure. But we need to bind his blood anyway, so if Hyde re-asserts himself over the next four months he'll be a lot weaker.
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Of course, Death's. *looks up at Trip* I believe we could try Death's idea first.
*the images print out and she sees that her wrist is shattered* *glares at the papers*
I
Will
Kill
You
Hand
Jesus
*puts the x-rays back up, sitting grumpily*
As I said, we should bind your blood anyway, as a safety protocol. It will take Death a few hours to get a psychic here anyway, so the time will be well spent.
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((I'm gone.... Um.... In case you didn't already notice. Which is actually a possibility... I just thought I should probably mention it... Back in an hour or so if I'm lucky!))
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As you wish. I am 0.
Bye Effie!
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That is a good idea, Trip. But let us just see if the psychic works first. If it does, then we would not need to do that, if it doesn't work... Then we'll try the blood binding.
*Grins at Mr Jekyll* I shall make the necessary arrangements momentarily.
As in Omega? *picks him up by the handcuffs*
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((Okay, Fabru/Moss))
*picks up the bottle*
*stares*
*stares*
*stares*
I regret my life.
*downs it*
*waits for it to kick in*
No, because if there's one thing we learned from Alistair, Jayla, and many others, is that mental walls have a tendency to break. So while Mr. Hyde gets therapy, he won't be a threat to anyone.
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(Bye Effie!! Fabi!!! Person!!!))
*Eyes Trip with a raised eyebrow* I have a Teleporter who could do it in under five minutes if I so desired.
*stands somehow* O positive. I do not find this necessary to be holding me as you do. I am not Hyde.
*winces, flopping face down on a medical bed as her wrist begins to burn and spike*
*Glares at Trip's hand, adding magic into the expression and making Trip feel pain* Oi. Let him go. Magic is all good.
But you could be, at any moment. Spotter, always be prepared. *starts leading Jeckll towards the lab*
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*bites her other hand, curling onto her side, doing her best to not make a sound*
Even violent magic used by a serial killer? Don't make me hurt you back Death. I know you think you're doing the right, logical thing, stopping this man from being forced into a fortress of doom deprived of his heart and soul, but it isn't like that.
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*lets him lead me* I do not understand what you plan.
Then how did you understand your own to rid the world of pure evil, eh? What is it you do not understand?
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Trip. Don't get me angry. *Takes a deep shuddering breath* If you want to live, I suggest you just take your hands off him and let him walk. *Curses loudly and glares into the trees, some falling over*
*feels her bone begin to shift position, and screams, covering her mouth from the pain*
Never mind. Do as you want.
Just let me do my thing Death. Please. This is for his own good. If he had a broken leg, would you tell him not to have it treated?
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*takes a deep, shuddering breath and waits for the next bone to move*
Fine... *Stalks off to her base, talking rapidly in Latin on her phone*
((Do any of you have an idea of who I am or shall I finally tell you?))
`*leads Hyde to the door, knocks on it*
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((You're Zaf. Duh. I knew from the moment I read the comment.))
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Where are we? *looks quite intrigued*
*the door opens?*
((No I am Aretha Tesla. No kidding ues Im Zaf))
((No offence to her, but Zaf isn't THAT... Articulate))
*shudders, feeling strangely feverish as she feel her bone begin to move again, screaming*
*muffled curses*
(I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!!))
((Tbh, I don't even know and
FOR CHRIST'S SAKE
WHY))
((I am actually Zaf. I kid not. Surprised eh? Didnt think I could talk so properly or not moan about Niccolö? Ha. I did))
*calls out* Thanks dear! *leads Jekyll in*
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((*shrugs* i felt bored so I decided to add some entertainment. I would have revealed my identity but it was fun))
(Zaffy loves Jekyll and Hyde, does she not?))
((I'm not surprised at all. I'm just disappointed you don't use that level of punctuation and grammar normally. It makes your writing so much kinder to read.)
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This is Adrasdos' lab? Interesting.
Greetings, Blogland.
*gasps, feeling herself begin to cry* every time
((Fine for Christ- I WILL DED TO THAT DAMN GLEE EPISODE THAT I SOBBED AT LAST NIGHT UGH *raises glass*))
(Aye.)
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((Ay Sir))
Heya Sir. How goes the cosmic sharking?
Indeed it is.
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Very nice. I like this place a lot, sir.
*curls up in a ball of heat and flames, leaving her arm hanging from the side of the bed* *cries out as it moves once more*
Cosmic... Sharking? I do not follow.
Well, at least there's a tiny bit of scientist in you. To be honest I thought you were rather devoid of any kind of real scientific habits at all, and just understood your field, not delving any further into any other subjects. Like philosophy.
*turns a corner*
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Being a sort of cosmic djinn, that looks like a shark.
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