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Dimitri's brain finially rebotted ((Damn windows '98 )). Though he had no idea what too do, his instincts did. His hands raised from his sides and wrapped themselves around her.

Adrian rolled her eyes and even in her wolf form this action seemed too human. She watched Rufus mess with several bullets and other trinkets and then sighed, laying down on the floor, her tail waving in bordom. When he was done she looked up, but didn't sit up.

"Are you done now?"

Dimitri stood their a moment. His knife had slipped out of his hand. He bent down and picked it up then shethed it. He put his mask and helmet back on then adjusted the straps. He went back downstairs and picked up his stuff from back at the table.

Viola silently ran away, sniffing.
I looked like such a whore...
She sighed.

Guinness, in an odd show of affection, yanked the metal handkerchief out of Parapaleejo's chest. He did need her to discipline the intruders, after all.
Viola, somewhat sad that Dimitri didn't follow her, saw Guinness and Parapaleejo, and hid in a corner, shivering.
Viola went over to Mocha very stealthily.
"Can't you order them to not kill me?"
"They're their own beings, now. They think they're under complete control of my father, but being as Guinness and Parapaleejo are indestructible and trained to kill, we're doing what we can to hold them so that they don't go around decimating worlds."
Viola understood the gravity of the situation, and shivered, fearing death.
Mocha sighed.
"Oh, come on. You could just ask..."
She handed Viola a glass of wine, and Viola drank it, not knowing what Mocha meant.
Viola suddenly felt fortified.
[[She's like Lycoris now; she'll regenerate, but over a very, VERY long time, and that'll save her from death. So, technically, near-death or fainting is defeat for her.]]
Parapaleejo saw Viola, and, infuriated, she began to throw her tiny razors out of her pockets, but when these missed, she somehow produced meterstick-length ones.
Guinness, however, was chasing after Mocha, his intents evident.
O-Oh no, Mocha said. I've given most of my superhuman abilities to William, I'm running out of breath...!
She felt something wet on her mask; Guinness' saliva.
Mocha began to do something that she had not done for 17 years, ever since her kidnapping by Jin; she had begun to scream in horror.
[[Moe: Sir sometimes follows me :3 <333 And then--
Viola: --Shut up, Moe, or I'll jam a parasol down your throat.
Moe: D:>]]

[[Tons of exclamation points =srs bsnss]]
Viola was wailing.
"Parapaleejo, save your master!"
"No," the puppet said, "She's the reason I wasn't able to live a normal, mortal life. Serves her right. She's the one who did this to Guinness, too."
Guinness hadn't dragged her to a room yet [he was on the second floor], but he had managed to rip her gasmask and one of her pigtail holders off.
As the charitable donation of her superhuman abilities gave her one wish, she was youthful-looking and pretty, so Guinness' efforts were maximized.
I have no hope, Mocha thought. There are no nearby corpses that I know of, and William isn't entitled to help me, as I technically work for him now...

Guinness shrieked and ducked out of the way, but it was too late, and there was a horribly deep gash in his normal arm. He slashed at William with his mutated arm out of rage.
"Do you have any idea how deserving of punishment she is?!"

Dimitri heard a scream and stood. He took his rifle off his back and ran too the source of the scream. Despite his the fact he had all his armor on he was really fast. But if you were in combat enough and always wore a heavy armor it would eventually feel lighter and lighter over time.