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[You feel a tug, insistent, demanding and desperate. Powerful enough that it seems it intends to rip you out of existence itself. And there is sensation of a barely restrained exasperated breath echoing in your ears you're taking too long, idiot...

Then it suddenly stops, the halted motion launching you face-first into a giving surface.]

[OOC: Please join #vampireheart. All healing abilities off. Combat abilities and items on.]

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From:

hunting

[Slight slump of shoulders.]

"Because I'm not Drift, not really..."

From:

floorcandy

[awww no sad bunny; pets]

No?

From:

hunting

[fljdfl;jdfsl;fds WHY MUST YOU KEEP DOING THAT?

.////.]

From:

floorcandy

I want to cheer you and this place up a little. Any ideas?

From:

hunting

"I don't know anything about things like that..."

From:

floorcandy

But you know this place best, right?

From:

hunting

"I just know it shouldn't be like this. It isn't good for him."

From:

floorcandy

It's broody.

[:|aaa wandering over to the workbench]

From:

hunting

[The bench contains a tiny iron maiden, some broken pieces of what might have once been a griffin statuette, a blurry picture, a book and a plastic shark figure. It looks like someone has shifted the broken pieces around a bit, as if trying to figure out how to put them back together.]