Yellow fog.
Altalita stops running and dispells her sword as soon as she's clear of the dining hall from hell, leaning down and resting her hands on her knees to catch her breath, "Gods, this place is hell." She grumbles under her breath, brushing her hair back behind her head with one hand. She examines the torn dress for a moment, and sighs. She
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Lots a shiny things, though. But he keeps his hand nice and securely on.... his knife (he hates having to pick one to keep his hand on).
"So, yes," he says to Holmes. Bug on your neck. Might want to burn it or drown it or whatever seems the appropriate pest control. I'm no expert."
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"That might account for his shooting." Ziggy rubs idly at the back of his own neck, as his own braincrawler readjusts itself to better suit his new form. "Or maybe it's just the range. Can't see us 'little' guys from those Olympian heights." He sneers up at Holmes.
Yeah, go on, you know you want to hit him, Holmes.
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Siri turns to frown at 'Lita. "Greed?"
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Though it is more like a certain someone had distracted him. "Of course, we should get rid of it - however, we need to be rid of ourselves of a pest." Sherlock snarled as he walked up to Ziggy, his expression eerily calm despite the vicious tone he had used.
Suddenly he slid into a classic Boxer's stance, and swung at Ziggy's new form with a sharp right cross - aimed right for the nose.
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