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Allis swiftly walked over to her medical cart and (surprisingly), instead of taking the hacksaw, took a 2-foot-long blue syringe with a needle like a razor. She then filled it with a bright orange liquid, making sure that it was the correct type.
"Radioactive waste, weakish poison, actual medicine...ah, here we go! Deadly, nuclear, poisonous...uh, poison."
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Luke got up, walked to Allis, and leaned over her. "No. We don't need one in any way. You swing that thing around, it's your head, not mine." He reached down and grabbed her arms. "You're hopless aren't you. I plan on entering the other two nightmares. That way you would just fall into nothingness. Oh the beauty of it." His eyes seemed sad and his voice lowered. "The last one at least."
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((OOC: Going into 1st person))
You wish you had a weapon. You really, REALLY want one. But your sharp fingernails might do the trick. They can draw blood. So can your teeth. Luke threatened to kill you if you attacked him, though, which he would expect, since you're not exactly in your right mind anymore. You slip a small vile of blue and green liquid into your back pocket and shrug.
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