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[puppetpocalypse]

What the flying fuck? Christ on Merlin's beard, that seriously happened.

[The voice sounds exasperated, yet somehow chill. Bro isn't sure whether to be upset or not at the moment.]

I'd recommend not trying to apparate. It kind of leads to some really awkward times.

Unless you like dying. Than by all means, go ahead and try at it to your hearts content. I'm pretty sure I'm missing some time, though.

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[puppetpocalypse]

Even if we don't stay dead, it's better if we try not to die. [Mostly because it's still kind of unsettling. And there's always a chance they might not come back out of it.]

I just get the feeling that disarming us is going to be a real bitch later on. [Not that Bro wasn't proficient in fighting. Just...fist fighting only got you so far.]

[fracturedsoul]

Yeah, probably.

[ It's not that he's not unsettled; he just doesn't want to show it in front of Bro. He starts for the door. ]

You got a wish in mind?

[puppetpocalypse]

[Bro just follows behind, hands shoved into his pants pockets.]

Not really. I wonder if we'll even get to see it happen. [He isn't quite trusting of this place after all.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Walk walk. ]

Yeah, I mean, assuming it's not a bunch of bullshit.

[puppetpocalypse]

We don't really have a choice since they decidedly dragged us here, so whatever.

It would be nice if they didn't strip us of our wands though. Shit was useful.