...I do hope you lot realize, for the record, that I'm more than capable of hearing every word you whisper. In fact, from this proximity, I can quite easily hear each of your heartbeats.
*draws one of the identical set of four that she's requested from his coat, tossing it up and catching it by the blade to offer her the hilt* Here you are, darling.
Thank you, my love. *Lunges towards Alex, and jumps on him, pressing the knife into his throat* *His skin would begin to turn black at the touch of the blade, and begin to crack painfully* *Growls* Where the hell is my Stone?
*smirks in response to his guesture* My, how the quality of insults has deteriorated. It's pathetic, really. Almost saddening. That said, it does make you look rather ridiculous, so consider yourself encouraged to keep trying.
((A bit more specifically- his skin should start to dry, and then harden into a sort of black crust about a quarter of an inch deep, and if he moves or stretches his skin at all it'll start to crack and pull apart.))
((Oh, I don't think it needs a doctor. Perhaps if it falls often enough, something will break, and it'll be prompted to scream. I imaging the scream of silence would be simply exquisite.))
She? *Is confused now at the personification of silence* Alright, perhaps so, but not now, because there's two pictureless people and one girl who likes to cuddle things.
*She flips and lands, running headfirst at Alex* I said- *She hits him hard in the ribs with the hilt of the knife- a force that could snap his ribs easily* Tell me where my Stone is.
*Lifts her arm, pressing her cuff into the blade, pushing it away from her* Not until I get my stone back. It's worthless to you- I could easily deactivate it, and then it's just a blue rock.
Hey! *She struggles, and tries to kick at either one of them, individually* *Throws her weight over her arm, doing a flip to get their Center of balances off, and tries to force them to collide with one another*
*sighs* Honestly... *teleports over to Adra, taking her waist, and pulling her away while they're both dematerialized- so, in essence, she lacks a physical presence for Dwyer and Alex to hold on to*
...now I remember his ability. *She glares at them* But it's my stone! You're the ones who took it in the first place! If you want me gone, then just give it back! It's useless now!
No. *the three of them and Alastair find themselves enclosed in a dark, blood red, but almost black sphere of energy* There's no leaving or entering this sphere- via portals, shunting, teleportation, or anything of the sort- until I either die or lower it willingly. Give us the stone , and I'll let you on your way.
((Simply for reference, in the event that it's necessary- Adra can hear inside the sphere and vice versa as though it wasn't there, but she is not inside it.))
It is gone. I gave it to Delila, but then I now notice that it's no longer with her. I also saw Danté go through the portal that Delila went through. None of you did a very good job of convincing me otherwise until this point. What with leading me on and feeling my suspicions further...
*the one of him that flew off comes back, shifting into himself outside the sphere* Shall we go look for it, love, while my other watches the three of them?
*rewinds time a few seconds, grabbing the stone from Dantè before it can reach Chord's hand, and then moving back to Adra* Well, that was a lovely attempt. We'll see you later, perhaps.
((Well, technically, you /might/ have started it what with not giving us a chance to react before it exploded :( So... It's breaking even, I suppose...
((None taken. I'm not overly difficult to kill, actually, so long as whoever is trying knows what they're doing... *considers this* *and then properly leaves*))
(Also, I guess when you're judging people, you're judging all of them, all that's seen and unseen, whereas with music, it's not about what music people COULD produce, it's just judging the product and what there is. Like, Slipknot probably have the potential to make very beautiful music, and if they were a person, you could judge them on that, but as it is, music isn't a person, and so you just judge their music on what it is and what it does do. Yes, no?)
I just think there's something so beautiful in the, like, level of acceptance - and it's kind of sad, and it's kind of regretful, but it's just sitting there and looking at that person and going, yeah, I miss you really badly, I'm sad, but it's okay, and they're not moaning or complaining or blaming, it's just a kind of love and acceptance and I'm crying so hard now. *shakily pushes word art away*
And it's not selfish, that's the thing, and they're sad, they're really sad, but they're not focusing on that and they're not going "oh my gosh I felt shit just now why the hell did you do that to me" and hating that person, they're just kind of - although they're sad, they're just kind of trying to look past that and forgive that person because they love that person and oh my gosh I'm crying this hurts
And I think it's partially that they will always forgive that person and love them because they love them. Even though they really really miss them and they don't know how they're going to go on, they're not, like - it's not that they don't mind, because of course they mind, but they're not focusing on that.
*a giant gust of wind starts up in blogland* *the area is cast into darkness* *a loud resounding boom is heard as a shockwave shakes the earth* *when the dust settles the source of the commotion is clear* *a small 12 year old in appearance but 133 is age vampire with glowing sparkly blue wings crouched, head down and fist on the ground* *grins and straightens* Hey.
*thoughtful chin-stroking* I know it's not just you, because many people do ship them, but I never did. I always preferred their relationship as that kind of awkward, tension-filled buddy-cop relationship, you know?
Yes, actually, I have. I had school all week and then it was my sixteenth birthday/birthday party. It was great! The party was 20's themed, and everyone came dressed-up-ish.
You're welcome. *smiles* He was born 2 months ago, if you want to, idk, celebrate its birthday in future or something. *stands akwardly in the entrance of the hotel*
That's a nice name. He's house trained too. Oh but make sure he doesn't try to eat the tables. He has a habit of chewing table and chair legs. *shrugs* Yeah. So..er.......... *awkward standing*
I dedicate this page to the Blogland Awards, a fine and jolly occasion. And I dedicate to Prisoner 270914, may he never, ever, ever, EVER get out of prison.
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*Realizes Adra wouldn't say even if she was*
Never mind...
I suppose I'm alright. You?
One of what?
Hm.
I'm enjoying myself immensely. I'm... Very happy, right now :)))
-As we are discussing, Dantè pulls out the vial of Delila's blood-
-I examine the blood, handing it back to Dantè, whispering something in his ear, before looking back at Alastair-
*notices a bit of blood on her mouth, and kisses it away* Whatever you'd like to do, love.
Well... *She uses his shoulders to pull herself up so that she's standing* They have something that I need back..
I assume you mean Delila's blood?
Well, yes, but they also have my Philosopher's Stone. *Her eyes narrow slightly*
Oh, really... *speaks in her mind* How much do they know about it?
*Shrugs lightly* They know that it keeps one alive but... They don't know about what will happen if they break it, or... You know. Everything else.
I'm glad to hear that. :)
I should probably come back later. It looks like you're all really busy.
Bye!
Alex: They're talking about the stone.
Me: You've hidden it, haven't you?
Alex: Yes, but what about Delila's blood?
Dantè: I have it, I shall go and begin the process. *Shifts into a crow, flying off*
...Shall I go after him?
You don't have to Ms. Solace. But if you really want to, that's fine :( *huggles*
-
*She tilts her head, and seethes, taking a few steps towards Alex*
*She frowns a little, then nods*
*another of him steps out of the first, and shifts into a peregrine falcon, flying after the crow*
...fancy..
-I smile to Alex-
They took the bait.
Alright, *glances over at Chord* so how do you mean to ensnare us, now that we've fallen for it?
* Growls, and moves again towards Chord, then let's the knife fly at his head*
-Dwyer looks at the knife, the knife dropping to the ground-
*Pauses* *Sighs*
*his eyes grow completely back as he stares at Dwyer's name, examining exactly what he did to make the knife fall*
Damn, I can't remember what his ability is... *Nods to Chord* He's able to shift things... Something like that, it's difficult to explain.
Oh, that's alright, love- I only need look at them to figure it out, anyway.
-I smile at Dwyer, whispering something about Adra-
*Shrugs* Fair enough. Can I borrow one of your knives please? I'd take one myself, but I wouldn't want to pick up the wrong one, like last time.
*smirks slightly in recollection* Is there any specific sort of knife you'd like?
*Holds her hand out* Black spiraled hilt, please. I'd really like to hit them.
...I do hope you lot realize, for the record, that I'm more than capable of hearing every word you whisper. In fact, from this proximity, I can quite easily hear each of your heartbeats.
-I give a little chuckle, sticking up the finger to Alastair-
(Brb)
...that was not very nice.
*draws one of the identical set of four that she's requested from his coat, tossing it up and catching it by the blade to offer her the hilt* Here you are, darling.
Thank you, my love.
*Lunges towards Alex, and jumps on him, pressing the knife into his throat* *His skin would begin to turn black at the touch of the blade, and begin to crack painfully* *Growls* Where the hell is my Stone?
*smirks in response to his guesture* My, how the quality of insults has deteriorated. It's pathetic, really. Almost saddening. That said, it does make you look rather ridiculous, so consider yourself encouraged to keep trying.
((A bit more specifically- his skin should start to dry, and then harden into a sort of black crust about a quarter of an inch deep, and if he moves or stretches his skin at all it'll start to crack and pull apart.))
((...details...))
((Indeed.))
((*Silence*
...
:/ *Needs to cuddle*))
((I do hope that silence has a good doctor.))
((What does that have to do with cuddling???))
((Are you volunteering?))
((*cuddles*))
Ms. Dark, I was merely referring to the fact that on this blog, silence falls quite a bit.
NO IT DOESN'T
*Cuddles Alastair, though, because Sir would probably not like being cuddled* *Licks Alastair's hair, preening him*
Of course she does, Ms. Dark.
((Oh, I don't think it needs a doctor. Perhaps if it falls often enough, something will break, and it'll be prompted to scream. I imaging the scream of silence would be simply exquisite.))
She?
*Is confused now at the personification of silence* Alright, perhaps so, but not now, because there's two pictureless people and one girl who likes to cuddle things.
If audible, Mr. Cruciatus.
-Alex stands up, grabbing Adra, throwing her off-
*She flips and lands, running headfirst at Alex* I said- *She hits him hard in the ribs with the hilt of the knife- a force that could snap his ribs easily* Tell me where my Stone is.
-My skin shifts, a blade extending from my abdomen, pressing into Adra-
Get off.
*decides to start prying through Alex's mind for the stone* *and he will know if what he sees is fabricated*
*Lifts her arm, pressing her cuff into the blade, pushing it away from her* Not until I get my stone back. It's worthless to you- I could easily deactivate it, and then it's just a blue rock.
Then deactivate it.
..fine. *She shuts her eyes for a moment, and foxes on the bond she has with-*
Wait. I have it to Delila. Did you take it from her?
Maybe, maybe not.
-I let out a bellowing laugh-
*Curses, because if she deactivates it, it could very well be detrimental to Delila*
...
*Severs the bond between her and the Stone*
*is still searching his mind for answers*
-Alex and Dwyer grab Adra, taking her off-
Hey! *She struggles, and tries to kick at either one of them, individually* *Throws her weight over her arm, doing a flip to get their Center of balances off, and tries to force them to collide with one another*
*sighs* Honestly... *teleports over to Adra, taking her waist, and pulling her away while they're both dematerialized- so, in essence, she lacks a physical presence for Dwyer and Alex to hold on to*
((If Adra's attempts work, you can simply disregard my most recent comment. If not, I'll leave it there.))
-Dantè gets up, grabbing Adra by the throat, throwing her to the ground-
-Red fumes coil around Dwyer's hand, as darkness trails around Dantè's arm-
Back off, Adra.
...now I remember his ability.
*She glares at them* But it's my stone! You're the ones who took it in the first place! If you want me gone, then just give it back! It's useless now!
-I wave my hand, Dantè and Dwyer following me back to the well-
*She scrambles up, trying to keep up with their pace* Hey! Come back!
((May suddenly disappear.))
*teleports in front of them to block their path* She asked for her stone.
-The three of us turn, Dantè somewhere else-
What?
-I notice Alastair, groaning-
Can you please just let us on our way?
*Nods to what Alastair* Stone. Back. Now.
*said
No. *the three of them and Alastair find themselves enclosed in a dark, blood red, but almost black sphere of energy* There's no leaving or entering this sphere- via portals, shunting, teleportation, or anything of the sort- until I either die or lower it willingly. Give us the stone , and I'll let you on your way.
I don't have it.
Then where is it?
((Simply for reference, in the event that it's necessary- Adra can hear inside the sphere and vice versa as though it wasn't there, but she is not inside it.))
Not sure.
Who has it, then? Alex?
*watches their minds so he'll know if any of them lie at any point*
No idea.
...
*She glares at Chord* But that's what he said to you, didn't he?
Well, Alex, you're also here. Where is it?
Alex: Don't ask me.
Dwyer: No clue.
((I assume none of them are lying, or...?))
...
You all are terrible liars.
(None of them know where it is.)
Did you check your pockets, Adra? Or did you just assume it's gone?
It is gone. I gave it to Delila, but then I now notice that it's no longer with her. I also saw Danté go through the portal that Delila went through.
None of you did a very good job of convincing me otherwise until this point. What with leading me on and feeling my suspicions further...
...Apparently, love, they don't actually know where it is. Of course, that doesn't clear them of suspicion.
*fueling
*the one of him that flew off comes back, shifting into himself outside the sphere* Shall we go look for it, love, while my other watches the three of them?
Okay, you can let us go now.
...no, we can let them go. If we need to find them again, we'll find them.
*the dark energy disappears* *steps out of their path, and back into his copy, next to Adra* Alright then. Go.
Or, you won't.
I wouldn't count on it, Chord.
Thank you.
-Dantè flies down, dropping the stone into my hand-
-Dwyer grabs the stone, fueling it with red energy, the stone exploding-
Job well done.
*Her eyes roll back into her head and she crumples, unconscious*
*rewinds time a few seconds, grabbing the stone from Dantè before it can reach Chord's hand, and then moving back to Adra* Well, that was a lovely attempt. We'll see you later, perhaps.
-we all keep walking, departing from eachother as I walk into my treehouse, grabbing some food-
How is it fair when you can do anything, Alastair?
WHAT THE HELL IS ALICE DOING ON
((Well, technically, you /might/ have started it what with not giving us a chance to react before it exploded :(
So...
It's breaking even, I suppose...
Ugh, it's too late to think.))
Well, I can't do everything. Just 51 things, as of yet. But you could shoot me in the head a few times, and I'd die.
I'm not technically meant to be here, in any case- merely didn't want to watch her die- so *vanishes*
*shakes head, humming Alice in Wonderland*
No, don't die darling!
*Whispers* I like you too much to let that happen...
I might be going as well.
My contacts are drying up.
May ghost a little, probably not. I don't know..
Ah, I can rest easy now.
(Not because you're gone off the website, bc Chord doesn't particularly like your character. Don't mean any offense :P)
uploading my video dedication vlog
I'm too much in shock.
I saw The Avengers today.
Omg....
"Watch how you speak about him, he is Asguardian, and my brother."
"Well he killed 80 people in two days."
"He was adopted."
"You don't like thunder?"
"I am not particulary fond of what happens after."
Omg I love Loki...I can't pick between Loki and Thor!!
The big Manhattan fight where Loki and Thor fight I was shaking I kept whimpering I couldn't see one be hurt.
I like the evil smile Loki has.
3 rules now:
1. Never ask where Loki is, you just know.
2. Neve let Loki poke you with the sceptre in your heart.
3. If Loki is giving an evil smile, assume the worst.
((None taken.
I'm not overly difficult to kill, actually, so long as whoever is trying knows what they're doing... *considers this* *and then properly leaves*))
*laughs* And its official I'm going to be Loki when we go to Comic Con.
I CAN BE THE VILLIAN FOR ONCE!!!!'
I have to upload my priceless reaction to the end of The Avengers. Apparently my face was priceless
I need to go find Thor and uh Thor The Dark World...OMG THOR AND THOSE RIPPLING MUSICLES!!!!
Loki....*cries* Why must he be so awesome and evil??
I should sleep
((Adra could do it and you know it, bae :3
Good night, love! *Hugs*))
I should sleep. I keep muttering I should but eh...sleep is overrated
I miss school already... And it literally ended yesterday...
*facepalm*
it's the date TDoTL comes out! :o
Hi
OH MY GOSH, SNOW, I LOVE YOUR PROFILE PICTURE :O
(Also, I guess when you're judging people, you're judging all of them, all that's seen and unseen, whereas with music, it's not about what music people COULD produce, it's just judging the product and what there is.
Like, Slipknot probably have the potential to make very beautiful music, and if they were a person, you could judge them on that, but as it is, music isn't a person, and so you just judge their music on what it is and what it does do.
Yes, no?)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fn3ojd_FUgY
I just think there's something so beautiful in the, like, level of acceptance -
and it's kind of sad, and it's kind of regretful, but it's just sitting there and looking at that person and going, yeah, I miss you really badly, I'm sad, but it's okay, and they're not moaning or complaining or blaming, it's just a kind of love and acceptance and I'm crying so hard now.
*shakily pushes word art away*
DA DUCK IS IN DA HOUSE!!!!!!
And it's not selfish, that's the thing, and they're sad, they're really sad, but they're not focusing on that and they're not going "oh my gosh I felt shit just now why the hell did you do that to me" and hating that person, they're just kind of - although they're sad, they're just kind of trying to look past that and forgive that person because they love that person and oh my gosh I'm crying this hurts
And I think it's partially that they will always forgive that person and love them because they love them.
Even though they really really miss them and they don't know how they're going to go on, they're not, like -
it's not that they don't mind, because of course they mind, but they're not focusing on that.
Yeah.
Missing them and not being angry.
*deep breath*
*calm down*
Hey Duck. :) :) :)
Hello Star!
I see you been all emotional. That's cool.
@Duck: I'm generally emotional. :P I'm used to it. How are you? :)
how are you lot?
watching doctor who.
Perhaps it's the back cover of Dying of the Light.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7VmOZ4Ppj8
:DDDDDD
Hi, y'all!
Hmmm..may consider statying up to rp with Chord sometime...he's an interesting fellow...
Hello.
Hey, Storm!
Yeah, it was fun...
Of course, one of my characters is now dying/seriously injured, which could be a problem, but...
Yo Messy!
Delila will be okay won't she? I was under the impression the cut wasn't too deep...I mean a healer could sort that lickety split..
Well, she's currently at a mortal hospital, and she lost a lot of blood before I could get her there, so...idk.
Anyway, how're you?
I'm fine. You?
So I was walking back to the car after dinning out tonight and I started making skulduggery pleasant puns.
"After being taken over by a remnant, Tanith must be at an all time Low"
"Mr Bespoke makes the best suits. Everyone else is simply Ghastly"
"Skulduggery must find the life he lives very Pleasant"
....
I am truly sorry
Not bad. I'm mildly irritated that I can't get at my computer because it's in my parent's room and they're still asleep, but...
Omg it worked....
I sent V a picturr of Loki and said come and get it and I just hear: ZANIDA LAUFEYDOTTIR!!!
Oopsie!
HELLO SNOW *waves*
*clutches head* Make it stop...:P
HELLO ZAF
I was saying them to my mum and she was just... her face was like "why go why?"
Omg snow those puns...that's a new low...no offense...
Ah. You'll have to wait till they wake up I suppose. Give them time.
Hi Kessie!!! I'm barricading myself...
I think she believes I kidnapped Loki
How do you manage that unless he comes willingly?! I'd be dead...or under his control...whatever would happen it wouldn't be fun
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
But...
They had to be done.
I am ashamed of myself
Hey Zaf! Are you staying?
Until my friend wakes up. I'll be back for sure probably around 12-2pm my time.
Hey guys I'm tempted in 15min to text her a message that basically says Loki is dying.
If I don't die today this'll be fun
Snow, you should be.
http://askulduggerypleasantblog.tumblr.com/post/66312866034/imagine-skulduggery-just-made-skeleton-puns-all
I.... I found a thing
Ah okay then.
Your poor friend..
She's in love with Loki. I'm debating who to pose as...I could just be my OC and be cruel.
If I die someone send Ari
But how will we know if your dead?!
If I'm dead, you'll hear me screaming for mercy all the way in England.
*nods* I think I can do this
My profile pic is Loki, my brother.
Oh okay then. I'll listen for your screams. Anything specific or just screaming?
Zaf, I only need to hear you from Florida...
Wbd, btw
Probably a lot of: DAMN YOU V
And screaming.
K i should just send the message
Send some Ameriminion for me....bury me beside Ravel
Dammit my video ded vlog is too long. I have to re-record
Good luck Zaf. I hope you live. If not then R.I.P Zafira Kerias.
Sorry, Snow :(
Good luck, Zaf!
*the Midnight Hotel gently blooms out of the earth*
*I hang out of the second-story window*
Honey!
*spreads arms wide*
I'm home!
*waves at Annika*
Happy day late birthday!
OH AND ALSO I SAW YOU LIKE GOOD OMENS
AND YOU ARE NOW MY FAVORITE
THIUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW
No one is heeeeeeere!
*somberly sinks back into the ground*
WAIT NO KESTREL IS HERE.
*rises up from the ashes*
I love Good Omens very very much! It's one of my favorite books of all time.
YES KESTREL IS HERE *swoops in through the trees*
*hesitantly* Do you ship Crowley and Aziraphale, or is that just me?
*a giant gust of wind starts up in blogland*
*the area is cast into darkness*
*a loud resounding boom is heard as a shockwave shakes the earth*
*when the dust settles the source of the commotion is clear*
*a small 12 year old in appearance but 133 is age vampire with glowing sparkly blue wings crouched, head down and fist on the ground*
*grins and straightens*
Hey.
*thoughtful chin-stroking*
I know it's not just you, because many people do ship them, but I never did. I always preferred their relationship as that kind of awkward, tension-filled buddy-cop relationship, you know?
Hey, Storm!
Annika, yeah, I totally get that :) it took me five times of reading it to start shipping them and now I can't stop myself. :3
Quite.
*nods at Clara*
Hello. Hows your beloved hotel. Still standing?
*glares at said hotel*
Hey Messy. How are you?
Still standing indeed! My dear Midnight is still in tip-top shape.
*flicks an invisible speck of dust off the polished hand-railing*
I'm sure it is.
*mutter under her breath* for now. Stupid hotel.
*louder* been busy? You haven't darkened this place for an age.
Crap, I have to. Byeee!
Yes, actually, I have. I had school all week and then it was my sixteenth birthday/birthday party. It was great! The party was 20's themed, and everyone came dressed-up-ish.
Farewell, Kestrel!
Bye Messy!
Ah yes. I hope you had a good birthday. I didn't get the chance to give you your gift.
*hands over a smallish wrapped box with a bow on top*
*gullibly seizes the present*
Oh, I love presents!
*opens the present*
*AND OUT JUMPS A-*
(*looks at Silente expectantly*)
(two drawings, one of Sir and you, one of me and you. Also a jack in the box and a (living) puppy that's quite fluffy and very cute)
(I love that you specified 'living.')
OH MY- oh!
Puppy: *leaps out and starts licking my face*
Awh! AWH!
It's a dog! I LOVE dogs!
Jack-in-the-Box: *SPRRRROING*
AH!
*drops the box in surprise*
I do NOT love Jack-in-the-Box!
*when I drop the box, two crayon pictures flutter out*
*I pick them up, and look at them*
*one of me and Silente*
*one of me and Sir*
. . .
I er hope you like them...
*smiles sheepishly*
I didn't know what to get you so I went for a medley of things incase you didn't like what I got..
Awh, I love them, Silente! Thank you!
*sticks the pictures on my refrigerator with teacup-shaped magnets*
*sets the puppy loose to roam the hotel*
He'll make a wonderful towel-catcher.
You're welcome.
*smiles*
He was born 2 months ago, if you want to, idk, celebrate its birthday in future or something.
*stands akwardly in the entrance of the hotel*
Well, thank you. I'm sure I will. I think I'll name him Stormy.
That's a nice name. He's house trained too. Oh but make sure he doesn't try to eat the tables. He has a habit of chewing table and chair legs.
*shrugs*
Yeah. So..er..........
*awkward standing*
. . . Quite.
*awkward silence*
Hello...?
*nods*
*looks around*
Hey Flora!
Hello, Flora! How are you?
*casually walks into the hotel towards the stairs*
*casually yanks the pull string that turns the steps into a slide*
*stops*
*bends her knees and jumps to the top of the slide*
*sits down there casually*
No. Sit. Stay. Bad. Police. Help.
Hey you guys! I'm good thanks :) just watching 21 Jump Street :P how're you two?
I'm good, still recuperating from my Sweet Sixteen, watchin' some Murdoch Mysteries.
And now I must dedicate.
Fine thanks Flora.
I'm not a dog Clara.
*gets up and walks around on the second floor*
*wanders around until she finds the room where the remnants are/were*
I dedicate this page to the Blogland Awards, a fine and jolly occasion. And I dedicate to Prisoner 270914, may he never, ever, ever, EVER get out of prison.
*sighs*
Careful, Silente. I've already had one Remnant stolen on my watch, I've no wish for more.
*lays a hand against the door imagining the catastrophe that would happen if the door wad opened*
*sits down with her back on the door*
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