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[bookofclaws]

{Scenario A: awake}

[ A tired-looking girl with a dark expression wanders the campus, holding a book wrapped in chains. On closer inspection, the girl's hands are purple with red nails. Some new style? And the book appears to be kind of... bloody.

Maybe you could ask what she's doing with it. Or steer clear of her. That might be a good idea too. ]

{Scenario B: dream}

[ The same girl is now running, still looking a bit lost. This time, she has no book in hand... or claw, rather. Now she's purple all over with some stitches, except for her hands which have been replaced with two blood-red claws on each hand. They look sharp enough to stab and tear and kill anything that they touch.

And she looks ready to do just that. ]

Comments

[monotreme_101]

Ohhh dang, lady. You wanna throw down? I'm in. But I'm warnin' ya, I don't go down easy.

[He was actually grinning at this point.]

Apart from those toothpicks you got stuck to your hands, you don't look so tough. You sure you wanna do this?

[bookofclaws]

Hmph. I've been eviscerated and run through more than I can remember. It's not hard for me to inflict the same.

[ She was smiling-- no it was more of a grimace, but it was for the thrill of the kill. The book often whispered of blood sacrifices. In this form it was simple to acquire them-- they didn't have to be human, after all.

The girl raised her claws and lunged once again. ]

[monotreme_101]

Huh, really?

[Knuckles ducked into a ball, revved in place for a second, then zoomed away a little bit before jumping onto the wall and sticking there.]

You look pretty whole to me for someone who's apparently seen that kinda damage. And for the record? Nothin' about this is gonna be easy. Leastways, not for you.

[bookofclaws]

Of course I do, fool. Everything I've described to you killed me. I was resurrected. [ Every. Single. Time.

The girl wastes no time running at the currently-still echidna to aim a stab. ]

[monotreme_101]

Yikes - that don't sound like my idea of fun. No wonder you're in such a sour mood.

[He dropped from the wall, but not quick enough to avoid her attack entirely - he felt her sharp claws slice through the bristles and skin on his shoulder.]

And people say -I- got an attitude!

[Still. He was in close, now. He aimed a punch at her gut. Not full power, of course - he didn't want to kill her. Even if she COULD be resurrected or whatever.]