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[there's a sudden explosion through a wall, before a carved pillar topples over to bridge the gap from where Vinny is standing to the DR.]

Look, I made a bridge. It only took like ten seconds. Eleven, tops.

[then he's staring at the other side of the make-shift bridge, before crossing over it. he looks stunned, because someone's living room is not what he had been expecting to find when he was looking for something vastly different.]

Hey guys, I think Milo was reading that book the wrong way again. Guys?

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oh my goooood

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Explosions are nice. The lady tends to make her own, and others happen to attract her. She couldn't help but warp right to the source of the explosion. She unlocked a door, letting it sway open by itself as she took a peek what happened inside. ]

I heard something go boom here.

are you okay.

[nitroaddict.livejournal.com]

[and here he is, tapping the re-formed wall with a stick of dynamite.]

That something did not stay boomed, either.

I loved that movie c:

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ She stepped inside, but that one step was all it took for her to warp in closer. It still looked as if she were walking, though, as she reappeared a meter closer. Xigbar wanted a closer look. ]

Did you try using five?

[nitroaddict.livejournal.com]

Actually I was thinking of a little something of- Hey where did you come from, lady?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Magic tricks.

What were you thinking?

[nitroaddict.livejournal.com]

Me, I'm not so much of a fan of that hocus-pocus stuff. Give me a good stick of dynamite and there is some magic.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Sorry, don't have a stick of dynamite.

[ She pulled out three of them of them from her right sleeve. The secret is the wormholes she gets to abuse. ] I just have three right now, okay?

[nitroaddict.livejournal.com]

Hey now! That, I think I can get used to.

[he'll gladly add those to his own, as well as pull out some clockwork bits and an old-fashioned alarm clock itself.]

Don't suppose you have some extra fuses in that there sleeve of yours too, do you?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Give me a few seconds.

[ A few seconds was all she need, definitely no more than a minute with her favorite tricks. She moved both hands behind her back to check her hood, but that was only because she loved convenience. Five seconds later, she pulled out three of those fuses he requested. They were pinned in between four fingers of her right hand. ]

Tada.

[nitroaddict.livejournal.com]

Definitely could get used to the hocus-pocus stuff you got there, lady.

[those are getting plucked from her hands to lengthen ones already on the sticks of dynamite, and attached to the rest of the bomb with practiced ease. pardon him while he tinkers with that clock's inners.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

I'm that good.

[ A clock, huh? Well, everyone's got their own signature. Hers was a secret, but she watches him mess with it. ]

It's a bomb and it can tell time? [ She kids. ]

[nitroaddict.livejournal.com]

It has to know when to go boom, you know. Me, I do not think I should have to run for cover.

[once done, he'll be tugging the arms of the clock's face to give them a couple minutes. he'll be setting it next to the wall and giving it a pat, starting the timer.]

Less waste of fuses, too.