Syren thinks for a second. "... no. we dont want you going off prematurally. you see blood, you think red. simple as that." he looks at his arm, facinated. "its funny, but we didnt even feel that. hmm... anyways, i have to go paint my lab. i'll be back in an hour, okay?" he walks out, lightly skipping.
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after 40 minutes, Syren walks back in. "ugh, that color was all wrong. not enough pigment... oh, Maly, if you dont mind me asking, what is the color of blood?" before she can answer, a scream is heard outside, followed by a chorus of shrieks, yells, wails, and cries as the mechanisms are set off. "pretty nifty, huh? this program will last until the sun comes up. lets watch the news in the morning to see the damage i caused."
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"... police are unable to explain why such murder on a large scale would happen to east Celeste. an estimated 665 citizens were brutally murdered last night by members of their family, neighbors, and even by complete strangers. why such mass hysteria and madness was let loose, only god knows. but police have assured us that the culprit will be found. in other news-"
Syren shuts off the television. "aww, c'mon, 665? one more couldnt die? i was this close Ghan." he holds up his hand, showing an inch gap between his thumb and forefinger. "this close." he plops down on the couch, disappointed.