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[Occupying one of the main kitchens in the Dressing Room, is a very pale and sweating Axel, holding a pitcher filled with water, slowly downing it. There are obvious signs that he has been doing this for a while now, as his coat is wet from water, a long with random tile around the room. Yes, he has been hit with the spell. What he is afraid of? Blood. Oh, and he is awfully thirsty, and water is not the cure. At this stage in blood-dehydration, he can smell blood, and if close enough, can hear the pulsing veins. Which, just makes him more paranoid]

[ooc; yes I'm a sadist.]