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IC: Reaver'You know what else isn't a good sign? Scars covering a vast majority of a person's body.' She spread her arms out in a look at me fashion.

IC: Reaver'To fill the space that the... that the Mark left behind.' She sighed hopelessly. 'Alcohol doesn't make me feel nearly as good as the buzz Agony gave me, no matter how much I have. By the way, I might've thrown up in the wine cellar. You'll need to clean that up before it begins to smell.'

IC: Reaver'I'll apologise for scaring you if you apologise for nearly waterblasting my face off,' she said with a dry chuckle. She took the glass from Emotia's hand, muttered a 'thank you' and finished it in two seconds flat.'I just drank a week's worth of wine in about an hour. You ever had Karzahni himself dancing around on your brain with fiery crampons? This is how I feel now.'

IC: SableHe scrambled backwards from the wall, absorbing the table, the board, and all of the chess pieces into his mass. 'Get that wall of Death Liquid away from me! Sand and Water equals mud, you pillock! Mud does not exactly help my predicament of not having a proper body!'

IC: ReaverIf one of the many beings in the Casa Juturna listened closely, they would hear the shattering of glass, as Reaver threw yet another bottle of wine against the wall of the cellar. Only now was it starting to get to her head. She was starting to hear things, voices with no discernible source. They said indescribably frightening things, words of an otherworldly horror. She laughed, and downed another bottle, before discarding it as she had the dozen before it. She pulled out one of her Talon Blades, the knife-blade worn and bloodied, the edges jagged. She held the dagger to her throat, pushing it to the point of drawing blood, and violently pulled it crossways.It was in that instant that she woke up from the alcohol-induced nightmare. Panting heavily, Reaver touched her hand to her throat. No scars except for the ones inflicted months before, the ones adorning her whole body. She looked around, seeing empty wine bottles arranged in a half-finished pattern. She sunk her head into her hands, a migraine headache pounding against her skull like a sledgehammer. 'Mata Nui...' she managed to choke out of her dry throat, before vomiting on the previously spotless floor. Wiping her mouth, she walked over the glass and out of the cellar, the harsh light threatening to melt her eyeballs. Holding a hand above her eyes, she proceeded to make her way to a darkened bedroom, and flopped over on the bed.'Emotia!' She yelled, recoiling at the sound of her own voice. 'I need water. Lots of water.'

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IC: Sable'Oi, Rahkshi, that glazed look in your eyes is beginning to worry me. What're you doing?' The Chess Pieces backed away cautiously.

IC: SableHe grinned, and the pieces cheered once more, the White Queen yelling 'I love you, Sable!''Look, either way, I was physically involved, somehow.' He looked to Artorre. 'OI! RED GUY! UP FOR A GAME OF CHESS?!'

IC: Sable'You happily flew in a sandstorm made of me. I can't see the problem with literally playing Chess with me.' He grinned, and the chess pieces applauded and cheered for their host-body.

IC: Sable'DID SOMEONE SAY CHESS?!' He detached his legs, and they shifted and writhed, finally forming a small table, a checker-pattern board, and a set of chess pieces.'I KARZING LOVE CHESS!'

IC: SableHe shrugged. 'Presumably the same time as in here.' He placed an arm around Paktii. 'Don't stress yourself. If it comes down to you and me at the end of Trouble, I want you to know that there's a possibility that I might let you live.' He grinned his cheshire grin in a vague attempt to reassure him.

IC: SableWith Grayvern comfortably seated inside the swirling sand cloud that was Sable, the mouth disappeared, and the sandstorm flew away with the breeze.Soon enough, they had arrived at the warehouse. Grayvern stepped out, visibly shaken, and Sable shifted into his Toa-form.'So, how's everyone hangin'?'OOC: Open for interaction.

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IC: EndriinSooooo going to die.

IC: Sable'Teleporters... don't agree with me. My particles don't need to get any more scattered than they are.' He exploded into his cloud-form, and a mouth formed on the outside. 'Climb in, I'll show you the REAL way to get across Violet Orange.'

IC: Sable'Why are we heading to the warehouse? I forget.' He leaned against a wall, hands in pockets formed on his leg armour.

Have fun animating the writhing, shifting, often confusing mass of sand that is Sable

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IC: SableHe formed a hat upon his head, and removed it, as a sign of respect for the fallen cabinet. 'What a waste....'He looked at Gwd with a slight smile, and absorbed the hat into his mass. 'Morning. I trust you're in good health.'

IC: Reaver'Could've, would've, should've. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going down to the wine cellar. I may not be seen for a few days. Cheerio, then.' She walked out of the room, mentally chanting the combination for the lock.

IC: Reaver'Dorian?' She said, appearing suddenly. 'Pompous pillock. Never liked him. And yes, I am following you. This house is boring without people. Unless I can find the wine cellar. Tillian, where's the wine cellar?' There was almost no space between words.

IC: Sable'I could take it back to my place and mend it. It seems like a waste of a good cabinet, if you ask me.' Sable really was a sentimental old sod.