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[In a hallway, Liquid sat up suddenly. A dream? Had he pulled a Mantis and just... walked out here in his sleep? That was a disturbing dream if that was the case. Hal holding the smoking gun right at him, Talib calling him an ally of his- He was under a bit too much stress with that man around. Liquid stood, reaching for a nearby doorknob.]
[And watched his hand plunge right into the door]
[... no. No, no, no. He couldn't be dead, not at Hal's hands. It was a trick door, one the Nexus-]
[He wasn't actually touching the ground.]
... damn!
((Context? You say you want context to this ghost? ... fine.))
[And watched his hand plunge right into the door]
[... no. No, no, no. He couldn't be dead, not at Hal's hands. It was a trick door, one the Nexus-]
[He wasn't actually touching the ground.]
... damn!
((Context? You say you want context to this ghost? ... fine.))