Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160406190339

Zabie's eye twitched in frustration. '''"Tch... what are you made of!?" '''Suddenly.. as though remembering her anatomy, her expression went calm. '''"It doesn't really matter now, for your Spirit Energy is mine!" '''The Wight's eyes changed color, as she in turn gripped Armstrong's wrists. A sound, akin to someone being shocked by a door handle.. constantly.. sounded off as Zabie's hands pressed into Armstrong's skin.

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''"You're a man, right?" ''Greta asked Pat, almost sarcastically. ''"Men can't turn into monsters, only Incubi. If that's what you're worried about... then no, I can't really do that." ''With a small whoop, Greta vanished into Pat's body, her ethereals messing around with his brain, his soul, and his Spirit Energy. ''"Huh.. there's quite a bit, here.. if it's no surprise, this is my first ever possession.." ''With a soft hum, Pat would suddenly feel an extreme burst of energy. So intense, in fact, it began leaking out of his orifices, particularly from behind his eyes. "There we go! Our combined powers have been melded! You should be in control now, practically invincible to these rotting goons! Now let's move, yeah?"

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(Click really likes climbing, doesn't he, Nota?)

There was nothing waiting for Click in the house.. just debris he could have tripped over.

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"We should only raise our weapons in self defense..." Siegden cautioned, taking up a massive Zweihander from the weapon wall. "The guardians of Wonderland told me that. If you raise your blade to someone innocent.. it tarnishes your reputation forever." With that, he began walking toward the opposite wall. Not unlike a warehouse, there was another massive shelf of "confiscated goods" separating them. This shelf contained various items, magical and nonmagical in nature.