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[What you may see today is Ocelot, strolling down the halls. Not so unusual, until you notice a few details. The sleeve of his right arm is torn off, revealing slightly darker skin that is pulsing and tensing strangely. His walk is less of a swagger and more of a stride, and he seems to be looking for something... or someone.]

((OOC: Yep, Liquid is in control.))