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[PERSON OF INTEREST] We can not leave him alive. He knows we exist, we flatout assaulted him...it's very likely he would rat us out if we left.
[UNSTABLE] RIP HIS SPINE THROUGH HIS STOMACH.
[ANOMALOUS ABILITIES] Maybe if we did some FOCUSED TELEKINESIS but seems like a waste of our power.
"We need to kill him. Don't make any sounds-" You toss over some excess armor to Maruyama. A bulletproof vest should be enough for now, he's hearty. He squints upon realizing you somehow had this but you simply shrug. He easily accepts this silent apology. "No guns. Too loud. Adam, slice my arm. Shallow incision. Enough to draw blood."
You hold out your arm towards the chef. He does so easily, staining his blade with your bright red blood. He immediately wipes said blade clean before Benedict gets too many ideas. A purple-pink gas begins to leak out of your arm, ready to condense into a 'solid' form soon enough.
All of your allies squint and murmur upon seeing this but all of them have seen you do weirder shit at this point. All seven of you promptly sneak up the staircase to the best of your abilities. Frank, the chefs, and the Handler all have blades ready to swing. Maruyama has his briefcase ready. Alexis simply follows emptyhanded with a bored expression.
The rest of you hide outside of the office as Maruyama takes initiative and steps through the doorway.
[DISARMING PRESENCE] With a small cough, he gets Terrence's attention. "I do apologize for what my allies did earlier. We had reason to believe you would've attempted to kill us first. I do apologize." His voice sounds different. Meeker, more diplomatic.
Terrence slowly steps out from behind his last remaining solid meat wall. Scratches and bruises cover his bloated stomach. The blackened patch on his arm is even worse now with cracks of bright blue light pouring down it. "Feh. Because of some dipshit I hired? He was a retard. Didn't even know I was lying to him.
[DISARMING PRESENCE] "That's very true. I do question how you expected anyone to come back afterwards. Were you banking on Katherine to sweep it under the rug?"
Terrence begins to approach Maruyama with furrowed brows and an exhausted frown chiseled on his face. Every movement he makes, his stomach sloshes unnaturally and he sighs from exhaustion. "I need emotions. I need meat. I need more. That's all I care about. She would understand. You would too. You have that desire too." His eyes glance down at Maruyama's sword.
"Something I desire? Yes. I won't deny that. <span class="mu-b">Even if I'm too afraid to admit it fully to myself.</span>"
"Fucking pussy." Terrence is now only a few feet away from Maruyama and by association, the doorway your group is hiding behind. "I should drain you like every other gaunt fuck you worked with. Or maybe I should start with you first."
"If only I was alone, sir."
You immediately hold your hand out through the doorway, sending pink translucent strings out to latch onto Terrance's body. Stupid sonnabitch.
