[A gasp, and some uneven panting that gradually slows. It's a few moments before he can right himself, convince his nerves that his skin is no longer burning off. His last death wasn't anywhere near this traumatic.]
Well... that was... unusually unpleasant.
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Anyone finds my armor and mask, do return them.
That really is bloody
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... Hmph. Meet me by The Cool.
((The time when he would have given out his room number to someone he doesn't know very well is long gone.))
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Alright, be there soon.
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You the one with my armor? Better hand it over, I'm not in the mood for any nonsense.
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[Serrath reached behind himself, a minor flash of light producing Erol's armor. It looked as if it had been cleaned recently.] See? It's all yours.
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Good.
[He turns to go. There's nothing else of interest here to him.]
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