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The worm man shrugged. "If thats how you want to die, armor won't protect you. I do not fight in melee combat. Too, vulgar. Instead, I fight with magic. All i have to say is the power word for death, and that's it. You're dead. But because you don't know who i am, I'll go a little easier. Give you a chance to survive." the worm raised its hand, and uttered one word, which, in english would translate to; "BURN." Blazing fire erupted from his hands and streaked towards Cael.

((Note. I do not expect this to work. But, please stop trying to pick a fight with the greatest master of the most powerful form of energy. Yes, you would most likely severely hurt him. no, you would not live. I am impressed by your character however. Nice idea.))

"I? I am the Worm that Walks. I am a terrible creature created when a thousand worms ate my flesh and skeleton. I, through pure will, imbubed myself into the mass of worms that remained. I was once the great mage Ixpitah the Hungering, but now I serve the military to rid the world of this Demon." The worm spat out the last word forcefully and violently. "I believe there there is now a fairy-tale about me, is there not?"

((Sounds a little bit like Marrow from the X-men. Is he based off of that? And, the worm WILL fight to the death.))

'I wonder if I can slip these boys some Prozac,' Isabella thought to herself. Well, maybe not the worm, partly because he/it didn't seem to eat and partly because she rather liked the way she was right now. Caelin seemed fairly suspicious too.

"You mean the Boogey Man?" Isabella asked, still hoping to diffuse the situation. "Are you talking about that faery tale?"

He gulped down a shot of whiskey, loving the feeling of fire on his tongue. He swished the dank liquid in his mouth, appreciating how powerful the drink was and swallowed, the stench lingering in his mouth. He was lounging now, day dreaming of what was to come.

He would go to Antarctica and bring Hell upon Earth. The visions of chaos thrilled him, an image of Hell's minions ravaging a city like New York rocked him to his core. The people and their cries would be a symphony, the purest music despair and hopelessness could conjure. He couldn't wait.

Oh how he loved his job.

The sounds of a new voice almost stressed me. I walked to the bot named Caelen, coming to the understanding that that was indeed his name. "Hello Caelen," I said softly, "My name is Zandra, you'll have to excuse me" I said as I lifted my hands and gently placed them on his face, "I'm blind, you see? and if i do this, I can study the features of your face, then, if you are injured and for some reason cannot speak for your self, I can touch your face and know if it is you or not." I smiled lightly as I went through the motions of taking his features to memory when Lwrence came back into the room, "You, pumpkin head. I take it the girls have left? Well, give them this," Lawrence set two black duffle bags before the floating jack-o-lantern and turned to face everyone else, passing out the bags. "Inside of this bag is everything you will need from heavy winter coats to sharp steel blades. Some of you will find this bag to be your new best frined. Some of you may ignore it completely. But don't judge a book by it's cover, kiddies. You know have 15 hours to get what you want. I want to see all of your faces at 10 oclock first thing tomorrow morning. Now get out of my office." Lawrence sighed sa he looked at the slimmy mess from the Worm, "And will someone come clean this s**t up?!"


(( Caelen, I am sooo sorry!! i could have sworn I sent you a message to let you know you were in!!)))

"Easier done than said. SCOURGE!" The 'Slimy mess' cleaned itself up, slicing a thin layer from the floor as it did so. ((FYI from now on, he doesn't leave a trail. The worms tend to be dry.)) The worm turned to Lawrence. "I do not sleep. I have most of what i need in this bag. I however, need some special equipment from you. I need, if you need my help, one diamond worth 500$ American cash, powdered and preserved. I will also need a pound of sulfur, and a standard pistol. I also need a box of chalk, and a erasable slate. And i need them now. Do you have a place for me to stay? I just emerged from my grave. I will need two hours alone to locate the books i need from my library, and i need to be alone and focused for that. If you want my help, give that to me." The worm shrugged. "If you do not, good luck killing him."

((sorry, but he's being a little pushy. thats the way he is. If he's being too demanding, don't have lawrence give him the sulfur.))

((my character has nothing to do that's not monotonous, so i'll just answer kryptonite's question. Yes. Yes people have told me. And i told myself once; "My god, this is probably the most disturbing thing you've ever done."))