[Christmas, part 2]

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[You have escaped. Congratulations, surely all your problems are over and you can return to your apartments- Oh, wait, no.]

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[vanitying]

[Reading over Fabian's shoulder, with an expression that could only really be described as 0_0, before he looks away, sliding glasses up and pinching the bridge of his nose.]

... I need a drink.

[... Taking a minute to write all of this down in a notebook, first.]

Kid, gimme that scroll.

[sharkbites]

[Fabian will be prying the scroll away from the body and handing it over to Ichiro!]

[vanitying]

Thanks.

[Putting it away in a safe place!]

Ready?

[sharkbites]

[Fabian moves toward the staircase!]

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[Up the staircase is a half-lit gate. It clearly requires more magical power.

There's a closed door on this level, over there.]

[vanitying]

[Looks at the door.

Looks at the gate.]

... Looks like we found our way out. Any ideas?

[sharkbites]

Gate needs more juice. Maybe in the other room?

[vanitying]

Maybe. Go check, I'm gonna try something.

[Fishing around in his coat for something -- a knife, and experimentally cutting his finger.

If he's got magnetite for demons to use, maybe it'll charge the gate a little too. Kind of smearing it on there and looking for a change in the status.]

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[Oh, yes. It charges a little off that.

You're going to need more blood, a lot more, though.

...And uh, Fabian. Remember that supernatural hunger? It suddenly kicks in with a vengeance with the scent of human blood in the air.]

[sharkbites]

[Oh fuck no if Fabian had anymore sanity he'd be cursing you Ichiro HE SAID HE WAS A FUCKING SHARK

Last ditch attempt to salvage this situation -- by bashing his own head against the wall, repeatedly. He is not going to be a cannibal here nope.]

[vanitying]

Shit --

[Oh

fuck that was a thing wasn't it

SORRY BRO I GOT DISTRACTED BY THE GATE

Putting that finger in his mouth to get the remainder of the blood from the wound out, and running on over to the other room.]

[sharkbites]

[Fabian just keeps bashing his own head against the wall, until he bleeds, then --

Well, he's out, slumped over.]

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[In the other room are crystals, mostly charged.]

[vanitying]

[Grabbing as many of those as he can, then coming back to the gate! Then putting them down -- first, he needs to pick Fabian up and throw him over his shoulder, in case something happens at the last minute.

Then he tries charging the gate with some of the crystals.]

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[Ding, you're through!]