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Ah -- sorry for disturbing everyone. I'm looking for a doctor. Black Jack-san in particular, but anyone who'd be able to take a look at Conan-kun, your help would be appreciated.

Also, I'm sorry to Conan-kun's friends, but it's better that you don't come visiting for a little bit, okay? Don't worry, I'll make sure that he's okay!

oo5 ♣ Crona ♣ [In Person]

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[He's standing out in the middle of the snow, freezing rain is falling. Hail stones the size of golf balls pelt the ground and Crona's exposed body. He doesn't have an umbrella or a coat, just his usual black robe which is getting wetter and wetter by the second. Colder and colder. Tiny pellets stick to his clothes and uneven pink hair. Anyone can sneak up on him.]

Spell 27 .: Elphaba :. Confrontation [In person]

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Elphaba was having a hard time remembering where Piccolo's room was; her mind was too busy trying to process what she'd just seen. Having only met Tom once, she couldn't say for sure whether or not he might have provoked Piccolo..but she was certain, or she had been, that he wouldn't go as far as kill someone. Not really. He was mostly threats nowadays, and that was usually enough to make someone think twice. But just the thought of how he'd been killed was enough to make her feel nauseous. And she had a feeling that the reason why, if any, would have the same effect.

Finding the right door, she doesn't bother knocking. Letting it close behind her, she goes to approach Piccolo, but stops. Her expression is stern, and her tone serious.

"I know what you did"

45th Blast || Mello || [Private text to Dende] ((Backdated to shortly after he found Tom]]

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Mind answering a few questions?

-M.

19 Star Ball || Piccolo

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[Piccolo stalked through the halls. His demenor far different then usual. I wicked grin was plastered on his face and he was unnaturally calm (for him anyway), his arms were folded neatly behind his back. His cape and turban had been discarded and the way he walked through the halls was closer to proweling and quite unlike the brisk pace he usually kept. It was almost like he was hunting for something. Daring anyone to cross his path.

occasionally he'll rake his claws along the wall and cackle, reveling in the destruction, even if it's only minor. He's biding his time before he really decides to get started.]

((OOC:Piccolo has made a temporary regression to his mind as Piccolo Daimao. He's pretty much having another tantrum, only he's more than a bit more dangerous. So approach at your own risk, and have an escape plan!))

{5th Collar} Waking up.....[In Person]

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[With Ichabod's careful attention, Tom was dressed in a clean, fresh uniform and his body was repaired of any damage done. It was as if he's been asleep but the dream wasn't anywhere near pleasant. He opens his eyes quickly and a sharp gasp escaped his chest. His eyes were filled with terror. He sits up and the sharp psychosomatic pain from the dream made him flinch and fall back on the pillows.]

What.....happened? My mouth....it's so dry.

[He's not sure if there was anyone in the room with him but there was so much going on in his mind that he wasn't sure where to start.]

[In Person]

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[Tris is slinking around at an absolutely ridiculous hour of morning- she's enjoying being able to do so again- and stopping in front of Soma's door. She's got a makeshift bag she's dragging along, and she's stacking things against Soma's door. It's all her leftover plushies. She's piling them as high as the door is tall, with the help of a step-stool. ...And she's going to pile it as deep as possible and wait a bit further down the hall. :D]