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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Strider_Koln" data-source="post: 4671161" data-attributes="member: 78265">"Yeah... sure the bus..." Koln says as he walks with Ruby. Although he appears calm his mind is racing with images of the last time he may or may not have been on a bus. He shuts his eyes for a moment, mentally shouting "arrêtez!" STOP, and forcing his mind to a still tranquil calm. He pulls his eyelids apart to realize he is now standing beside Ruby at a busstop outside the school. Although it only for a minute.. or seemed to be. How long was he walking with his eyes closed? Did he bump into anyone? Are his actions indeed being guided from some external, diabolical force? More and more it becomes dreadfully clear to him that this malkavian curse of delusional insanity is turning him into a marionette puppet, contorting and dancing to the Devil's own glee. "So... by the way, Ruby, what dress did you ever decide upon?" As Koln asks, he squints at the map (and triggering his heightened senses, trying to figure out exactly which house was circled.) He also rummages through his memory, last night he strolled throughout Denver, more than likely he must have passed the house at some point, Search check1d20+8+2 → [20,8,2] = (30) <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1943677/" target="_blank">http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1943677/</a> </blockquote>