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[disinheriting]

Oi... you're not giving me much of a choice at this point.

[Rin is backed into an alleyway by a single NPC zombie who has been trying to eat him the past ten minutes. He holds his unsheathed sword at his side, and he's looking quite... uncertain for such a normally boisterous teenager.]

I'm sorry--

[Rin doesn't realize that zombies react to

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[repeatshimself]

I'm uh.

Going out on a limb here and figuring you probably don't need rescuing?

[disinheriting]

Think of it this way- it could be way worse. You could make them read about theorists or whatever it is.

[repeatshimself]

Theorists?

[disinheriting]

Uh... I don't know. Like those-- phosphate people who think about... the meaning of life and all.

[repeatshimself]

Philosophers?

[disinheriting]

Close enough! Have you tried reading that stuff? I can't get past the first sentence. I--

[Stepping ooover the zombie as he makes his exit]

So are you? Going to make them dance...

[repeatshimself]

I was just thinking I'd teleport you over.

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[disinheriting]

Whoa-- can you?

[disinheriting]

Unless it's one of those things that drains your energy or something. You know, like your ultimate weakness? Then you don't have to waste it on me.

[repeatshimself]

It's definitely not an ultimate weakness.

But you might get uh. Sick to your stomach.

[disinheriting]

Not the worst I've experienced. And if it's life or death-- it doesn't really matter either way.

[repeatshimself]

IwantRinhereIwantRinhereIwantRinhereIwantRinhereIwantRinhere....

[There might or might not be blue light surrounding you and teleporting you to where Billy is (which is the bookstore....)...]

[disinheriting]

[Rin looks in confusion at his device...before, yes, he is developed by blue light. And is suddenly dumped onto a pile of books. And rather than having much grace, he kind of topples over and knocks some things to the floor. Whoops.]

Ugh...

[He tries to get up but oh god his stomach.]

...you weren't kidding about the sick thing... Heeeeell.

[repeatshimself]

Oh, oh geez, please don't get sick on the books, uh, here, here -

[Have a trash can]

Sorry about that, I'm still perfecting that spell.

[disinheriting]

[He kind of hunches over the trashcan for a bit, tail between his legs, before he deems himself okay enough to stand up]

It worked, though, and that's all that matters! No missing body parts or anything!

That was... that was so cool.

[repeatshimself]

Oh god, I really hope I didn't accidentally perform like an appendectomy while pulling you through whatever dimension my magic works through.