[The old Russian does not stink of the Underworld this time, his lip curled as he surveys the damned school with a cold skim (familiarity covered everything else the eye did not). He has to be amazed at himself, at his ability to navigate through ... everything. That was what trundling up and down Possibility and What Is There is like. The Devil
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[Woah what the hell when did Goose get right behind him what.]
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After the large arm swoops over that familiar hairstyle, Volgin lowers his arm, puffing, now facing him fully.]
You have no idea.
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Sniff sniff.]
... Probably not. You smell like death or something. What happened, huh? Your man got all sad and shit. Made me sad and shit.
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... I've been around.
[A sad rumble sounded from his chest.]
Is Ivan alright?
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Hi?
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(Swallow.)
Volgin shakes his head; human or frog, he knows what he is dealing with.]
We have no further business. You passed my class with flying colors.
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[There he goes, poor Slippy!]
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Ah, Tatyana. We have unfinished business.
[The marred expression darkens, for all of his "friendly" restraint.]
You should be dead.
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... V-va...
... Ivan!
[His movements are slower, his body feels heavier. It's like a terrible dream, where he can't keep up.]
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