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Walter summoned a small pillar of ice, holding the frozen syringe.

“Ok then”, he said calming down and changed back into a Neko form. He began to slowly swim around and swam towards her when he went towards and grabbed her front legs, “come join me”

Drago left the cabin and saw the ice user that was with the immortal doctor.

Walter smiled at drago, and pocketed the syringe. "You missed it."

“Not really! Experimenting the powers of immortals are quite troubling!”, Drago said. “I only needed to look at the doc’s blood to analyze it with my ability.”

"Yrah, but how will you synthesize the components? Remember, even trace elements that are imperceptible can mean a lot."

“A lot experiences can be used for future knowledge!”, Drago said. “And your control over ice is good enough, but that wasn’t the real me you saw earlier.”

"I know, but you'll never know what makes it work unless you know everything in it. And as for earlier, I was already drained from the stone around me."

“Huh? Stones?”, Drago said confused.

"The cave I was in was dug out of mana-draining stones."

“Never heard of those before!”, Drago said.

"They're quite common in this area. Looks like black granite, but has a purple shimmer."

“Doesn’t tell me where they involve my Body Double!”, Drago said.

"They will affect it." He shrugged.

“Body Double doesn’t involve mana, but the can use mana to their own uses. So what?”, Drago said annoyed.

"So I was weaker. That, and it drains mana from anything."

“Hey, why would I use those things cause it would have weaken my clone. And it’s more fun to fight my opponents without sneaky tricks/traps.”, Drago said.

Bessi coughed as he sat up from his work table, his eyes hurt like hell, looking down at his watch he sighed, it was way too late to be still asleep. He stood with a groan, he cleared off the table of his tools and then he grabbed his coat from the wood cabinet next to his desk, then turned to look at the large flesh hound sleeping on top of last night's experiment.

Bessi scowled and with his old newsie hat he slapped the mongrel awake, "Krac you lazy mischling wake the hell up and get off the damned table." The hound sputtered and made a cooing sound before it stood up and slunk off towards the door, waiting for its master patiently. Bessi sighed and looked down at what had served as Krac's bed, its bones jutted out and its crimson flesh glistened, on the notebook resting next to it 'Namenloser Fehler' written neatly on its front. He sighed again patting the deformed skull, "I'm sorry little meisterstück, you'll wake soon." With that, he put on his hat and headed through the door stepping out into the pleasant Virginian air, from the small shed behind the Chronophobia cabin, and slowly he walked out into the camp.

“Well, see ya!”, Drago said leaving.

"See ya." He shrugged.