Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160403204837

As Zabie was grabbed, at first, she panicked.. but then she smirked. Those bullets, the ones that Armstrong had zipped past with his speed, curved back around, now flying towards his back.

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The zombies surrounding him, eternally craving spirit energy, were momentarily satiated.. they halted their advance, some even wandering away.

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"I don't know who turned on the lights. If it wasn't you... then someone else is down here with us." Siegden took up an alerted stance, scanning the area around him. "Perhaps those rascalians that locked me in the closet..? Perhaps a monster girl..? At this rate, I'm ready for anything. Take your time finding your weaponry.. I'm certain the armor sets are... er... likely in the opposite room! Wherever... that may be."

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''"Okay, Pat. Hear me out. What I want to do, is steep inside your body and do a little melding with your soul and mind. As a ghost, I'm pretty much made of energy. You'll find yourself having so much energy you won't be able to contain it all. In short: a mutually beneficial possession. Whaddya say?" ''The Ghost Greta held out her ethereal hand, as if to offer a handshake. The banging of the walls and door outside got louder...