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secondcity_npc April 20 2011, 20:58:00 UTC

[All three blows connect, and the clown crumples, shrieking its angry insectile shriek as its legs no longer manage to support its weight. The illusion of the clown melts away slowly to reveal a strangely formeless creature, and within minutes even that disappears, melting into ectoplasm that will soon evaporate.]

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huntingmemory April 26 2011, 23:27:46 UTC
"Ugh. That's gross." Sam stepped back, wrinkling his nose. "Kind of reminds me of a skinwalker, actually." Though not exactly. As far as he knew, skinwalkers couldn't take the form of anything that they didn't come in contact with. Pennywise would be hard to come in contact with.

He rubbed his hand over his face, then turned back to Clare. "When people are shooting, you do NOT run out in front of them," he told Clare again. "If Dean and I had been paying less attention, you could have been dead. Or, at least, severely injured. It would have taken you two seconds to warn us that you were moving. The longer reaction time you can give us, the better chance you have of everybody staying alive."

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