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[im_in_ur_exit]

[Once again, there's a disgruntled, bloodied Hakuba with bloody holes in his clothing grumping downstairs in the Inn.]

[Oh, he's got spare clothes that aren't mauled, he's just not going to worry about them at the moment.]

[If anyone saw him last time, it looks like his impalement this time was even MORE excessive.]

[Stupid Pyramid Head. Stupid

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[17_going_on_8]

"It's about time!" Conan shouted when he spotted Habuka. Despite his tone, he had been worried. He could never get himself to quite believe the Island would always pull through for the revival. Even with the exhaustion after escaping Clam Island, he hadn't been able to sleep well at all.

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Hakuba's response to that was mostly a dry snort and a nod, then checking his watch. And scowling, because it's wound down - no ticking, no nothing. Somewhere, in the back of his head, there's a little OCD fetish screaming in torment, but the only real visible tic is a small eyetwitch while one train of thought is pondering how best to set up a sundial to get the most accurate reading to reset the watch by.

"I take it I was gone longer than the usual?"

...wow, went to prose. Don't know why.

[17_going_on_8]

It doesn't matter how long you were gone! You died! From a monster and an Angel!

[K-kind of freaked out.]

...Neither do I. (Also, OH his priorities.)

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Ironically the last two or so seconds were surprisingly peaceful, impalement aside; I'm not sure where or when it sent me, but it wasn't where we'd been.

[...He's studying his watch and the scowl just deepened.] It killed my watch. The bastard thing killed my watch!