♏ | separation
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[Roy clasps Dr. Marcoh's hand, the Philosopher's Stone warm between their palms.
Suddenly, that warmth is gone, and he has to close his hand quickly to keep from dropping the stone.]
Dr. Marcoh?
[He stands carefully. Did the seat beneath him change? Was there something different about the floor?]
Dr. Marcoh!
[He reaches his hand out, feeling the fool but not wanting to bump into anything.]
Dr. Knox?
[His hand curls around a prison bar.]
Eh?
[ooc: Welcome to Adstring, Roy, you're in jail. Troll the blind bastard as you please, but one Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye will be the one to bail him out. It's her job after all. ^.^]
[Roy clasps Dr. Marcoh's hand, the Philosopher's Stone warm between their palms.
Suddenly, that warmth is gone, and he has to close his hand quickly to keep from dropping the stone.]
Dr. Marcoh?
[He stands carefully. Did the seat beneath him change? Was there something different about the floor?]
Dr. Marcoh!
[He reaches his hand out, feeling the fool but not wanting to bump into anything.]
Dr. Knox?
[His hand curls around a prison bar.]
Eh?
[ooc: Welcome to Adstring, Roy, you're in jail. Troll the blind bastard as you please, but one Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye will be the one to bail him out. It's her job after all. ^.^]