Concentrate, dear.
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Thread Topic: Concentrate, dear.
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Dark: *covered in blood and scratches* Fling another.
*throws a knife at Dark*
What metal was used?
Dark: *easily step sides* Iron.
Correct.
*throws another one*
Dark: *gets hit in the shoulder with it, yells* SILVER.
^-^ Good Work~ -
O.O
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GET DARK, NOW.
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Dark: *yanks the knife out of her arm* That hurt.
It's supposed to.
Dark: *grits teeth* Sure..... -
Why?
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*smiles*
Now it makes it all of the more fun to hurt you, 'cause you can't regenerate.
Dark: -.-' -
Con and Seltar NewbieYou shouldn't hurt her.
*blinks*
._. You might kill her.... -
No, she won't die. ^-^
Dark: *storms out of the room*
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