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[When the video comes on, it shows a suddenly timid Sinclair cleaning up the remnants of the bloody sheets. The five dogs (for the two ripped apart by m!Jack were granted life again by the mansion) are sitting across the room, staring at him, as if they don't know what to do. Sinclair's quietly murmuring to himself, unsure of how to properly

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[ACTION!!!]

[screamsofutopia]

[ Naturally the first thing mirror!Lamb does is find Sinclair's room. He's clearly overdue for therapy. She politely knocks and- oh sorry, typo. My bad. She kicks in the door and immediately throws a fireball, not caring where it lands. ]

Surprise!

[ACTION]

[screamsofutopia]

[ Seriously, which part of no damage from electricity are you not getting? Hook her up to a power plant for all she cares. Her arm twitches a little and she doesn't move while he fires.

When he is done she sits down on whatever sit-on-able object is closest to them and looks at Sinclair like somebody who is looking at a TV while waiting for their favourite program to come on. ]

[action]

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[It's not like he could help it, really. That's all he had. Someone should tell mirror Jack to give him something good next time.

He staggers a bit, and then slides back down to the floor, coughing up a little more blood. He's stuttering and stammering but no actual words come out for a while, as he's not really sure what to say.]

Wh... What're you w-waitin' for...? [he manages to choke out eventually.

[ACTION] I'm sorry, the derp killed my subject line ;_;

[screamsofutopia]

[ She looks around absent-mindedly. ]

Salt in the wound. That's not just an expression, right? That... actually hurts.

[ She stands up, talking to herself now. ]

Is there a shaker around here somewhere?

[action] Derpes does that to a person. /shakes head sadly

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. . .

[Oh crap ohcrapohcrapohcrap.]

N-no, th-that's just an expression. [Have some strugglin' t'his feet and lurching towards the door.] T-trust me.

[ACTION] DERPES KILLED MY PARENTS!! DDD':

[screamsofutopia]

[ She watches him struggle towards the door for a while. ]

You don't look so good. Are you sure you want to go out like that?

[action] Hey, it happens. My family has derpes as far back as the middle ages.

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Very sure, actually, th-thank you. [Oh the door is tantalizingly close.]

[ACTION] My lover cheated on me with derpes.

[screamsofutopia]

But...

[ She strolls up to Sinclair, positioning herself between him and the door. ]

...you have this terrible wound. There.

[She puts both of her hands on Sinclair's stomach and...]

See?

[ ...activates the ice plasmid with a loud SHINK! ]

[action] ...That's just *cold*.

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[He makes something akin to a choking sound, blood streaming from his lips.]

O-oh.

[His voice is almost inaudible, he's so quiet. Slowly he takes a step back, pulling himself off the ice, and his knees threaten to give out.]

[ACTION] The derpes understood me like she never could.

[adagio_adagio]

[ Mirror Cohen dashed out into his double's room, dashed to the closet, grabbed... some kind of gun he's really not sure what but it has a trigger and it goes bang, and dashed into the corridor. If whatever's going on was visible through Sinclair's mirror, then it must be going on in Sinclair's room, so he dashes there as well.

He's a little out of breath from all the dashing when he bursts into the room, but he still manages to take in the scene, and falter. ]

...Oh. Oh lord.

[ACTION]

[screamsofutopia]

Mister Cohen!

[ She instantly steps towards him. There is a gun in his one hand which she completely ignores as she grabs his other hand with both of her hands, smearing Sinclair's blood all over it. ]

I haven't seen you in ages!

[action] well, this is just... awkward.

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[His voice is weak and faltery.] H-hey, Sander... I d-didn't think you'd b-be comin' on o-over here t-too...

[action]

[adagio_adagio]

[ He shudders almightily and makes a frightened little noise, somewhere between a squeak and a "gnrgh". Oh god, blood. He hates blood. And it's on him. It's everywhere. And Sinclair's... ]

I - I... I... I-I...

[ NO WORDS. His hand is limp in Lamb's. ]

[ACTION]

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[ As a psychiatrist it is Lamb's job to determine exactly what is causing Cohen distress and remedy the situation in a soothing kind of way. She thus gently takes (or rips away, depending on how hard you grip) the gun from Cohen and aims it at Sinclair with a shrug. ]

Not really my style, but if you insist.

[action]

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. . .

[Great, who gave the crazy psycho a gun. Gus whimpers.]

Oh, please, p-please please please d-don't be doin' this, D-Doctor...

[action]

[adagio_adagio]

[ HE DIDN'T MEAN TO! Though this narration isn't sure why he thought he'd actually be able to shoot someone. Cohen's mouth sags open, and he waves his hands in frantic no! circles. ]

Wait, wait! Don't, please!

[ He screws up his courage and makes a grab for the gun. ]