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Monster Hunter Alchemist posts in Chosen

Van Helsing dropped down through the hole he created and landed beside the bomb ticking down to zero. He had no experience defusing explosive devices, that was a skill his friend Carl excelled in; but there was no time to dial him up and ask how to defuse this particular one. A single false move could possibly result in instant detention.

Van Helsing glanced up at Illyria as he reached into his jacket pocket for a piece of chalk; "Get out of here and as far away as possible. I'm going to try and stop this thing from taking out the entire city block. If I don't succeed.." A faint grin touched his lips as he knelt to draw a large alchemy circle around the bomb, the very same he used to create a cage around Gunn after they found him.

Illyria frowned as she watched Van Helsing draw the circle; "How are you going to accomplish an obviously difficult task by encasing a bomb in flimsy wood? It won't stop it from exploding."

Van Helsing frowned up at Illyria as he finished drawing the circle, removing his gloves to have better contact with the chalk, watching the digital display tick away seconds now instead of minutes. "Don't worry about the little details Illyria. I can make it so this building will be the only one coming down.. Now go.." A faint worried frown creased Illyra's brow before she nodded and made her way out of the building.

Van Helsing took a deep breath to center himself, rubbed his hands together then slapped them down on the chalk circle just before the bomb reached zero..

Illyria watched from a safe distance as the crumbling palace she left Van Helsing in suddenly exploded and turned into nothing but a smoking pile of rubble. "Van Helsing!" She ran back across the street tying to pick up on what she sensed from him when they first encounted one another back in Cleveland, but she couldn't sense anything.

As Illyria got closer to the wreckage she tried once again to locate Van Helsing and even called his name, getting no results. It hadn't been that long after the building collapsed so perhaps there was still time to dig him out and save him; but she needed help. Turning away, she headed back in the direction of the slayer headquarters for that purpose.

Several minutes later, Van Helsing slowly emerged from a protective alchemy-created 'bomb shelter' of sorts, bruised, bleeding and sore in places he didn't know existed in his body. He had hastily created the shelter for himself out of reconstructed wood and concrete after he encased the bomb in a concrete cage specially designed to keep the resulting explosion inside the palace, reducing it to rubble while leaving everything else protected.

Despite all this, he was still surrounded by large blocks of concrete, splintered wood and other dangerous materials; and in his weakened state, Van Helsing wasn't up to drawing any more alchemy circles. Lying still on his back, he closed his eyes, reserving what oxygen was left even as the thought of lighting a clove drifted into his mind. "Damn.."

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