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[latenight_moon]

[A new room has appeared with a bottomless floor and floating platforms. Long chains large enough to run across stretch from platform by the door and a spinning block connects the second to a third platform. Allison glances around in confusion and sets her armored gauntlet covered hands on her hips.]

...Why is it every bloody time I come back here

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[cursed_clown]

[Allen is peering over one of the edges of the platform.]

Why? Why is it always bottomless!?

[latenightmoon]

I don't know. Reminds me of the mine sweeper room we ran across.

[cursed_clown]

Would be too easy otherwise. Amazingly we came out with all body parts intact.

[Allen stands up, looking at the other platforms and possibly for an exit.] Come back? [Allen smiles a bit.] I hope you got to settle some things before getting dragged back.

[latenightmoon]

And this place never does easy. The coins didn't survive but, better that than loss of life.

I did, but, [She looks back at Tyki with a frown.] This place is being a git again.

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[cursed_clown]

Don't need much to survive on but a path to follow and food for dinner. The money was well spent on that occasion.

This place will make up its mind sometime. When that happens.. [Allen moves to see what she is looking at.]

[cursed_clown]

... is that.. What happened?

[latenightmoon]

I hear you, and certainly agree. I'd just like everyone else to suffer less.

...

...last life, yeah that's what happened. [She rubs her temples and looks worriedly at Allen.] How long this will last is the question.

[cursed_clown]

[He goes over to inspect the wounds. Part of him wished he didn't.]

We need to move him to a place where he can get treatment. It may be bumpy, but I think with Crown Clown, the two of us should be able to do it. [Allen activates his Innocence, white cloak shimmering to land across his shoulders.]

[latenightmoon]

[Disgusting, isn't it?]

Between the two of us it shouldn't be too difficult. [She activates her Innocence the fiery mantle settling into an actual cloak and her hands are covered in armored gauntlets.]

[cursed_clown]

[Very much so.]

Upgrade? [Allen kneels down and tries to pick him up as gently as he can, using the belts on Crown Clown to help balance the weight and try to wrap around some of the more gushing wounds.]