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[PrivateNomad]

Alucard goes out the room for a minute.
He comes back with a plate of food and slides it under the cell door.

[kj1225]

Kyle walks up to Lyle.
"Yes?"

[SOLDIER First]

Lyle hangs up his phone.
"Sorry, I thought you left."
Axel continues to shout.

[kj1225]

"I brought Alex over."

[SOLDIER First]

"Alex?"

[kj1225]

Kyle points towards the yelling.

[SOLDIER First]

Axel is now a pretty woman, by the way.
Very pretty.
"..Why is she locked up?"

[kj1225]

"Robbed a bank."

[SOLDIER First]

Lyle nods slowly.

[wolfchild]

((Sory for absence, still quite sick may be scarce for a while))

[Rolepgeek]

Spensir sighs as he makes his way through the deserted streets of the city. Mabarius could never seem to make up his mind. "Go see the Pyramids" this and "Natural confluence of ley-lines" that. Blasted sword. What was so great about Stone-henge, anyway?

And where the fuck was everyone, anyway? This was a poor neighborhood, there should be beggars out or something. Instead it was just gross, and kinda creepy. That said, maybe the man with a 7 foot long sword was part of the problem, but...in that case, where were the police? They should at least try. After all, he was a walking safety hazard, wasn't he? Maybe if he got arrested Mabarius would shut up about destiny and being the chosen one.

"I can hear you, you know."

And another thing!...

[Atnegam]

Sam kicked a piece of debris away as he walked along the sidewalk. His face although hidden by his hood still conveyed great boredom from his person as he remembered his uninformative orders.

"You're looking for a magical sword somewhere in England. The person wielding it seems to just be normal so you don't have to dispose of him if you wish. The sword must be brought back or destroyed however."

He sighed as he stepped on the debris and knocked his head back in frustration as he vocally recalled the next parts, "What does it look like?" His face twisted in the shadows as he took on a mocking tone then, "Oh you'll know when you see it."

He turned his head down and spat into the pavement, "Fucking twats. Things can't ever be made easy for me." He scanned the street again and saw nothing, "Ugh, I'm getting nowhere! Fuck it, I'm sitting down."

He leans up against a wall and slides down into a sitting position as he basically waits for something to happen in his favor.

[Rolepgeek]

A man with a sword, whistling the tune to some song that went out of style three years ago, walks past the alley Sam's in. The sword's long enough that from Sam's perspective, it reaches either side of the alley mouth for a second while the man keeps walking.

Talk about luck.

The man was apparently wearing an open, simple jacket, running shoes, and a pair of simple, well-worn jeans that fit his overall unkempt appearance. Dark hair and an unidentifiable ethnic background, thanks to the tan and his rather general features. Not out of shape, though...that could be a problem, if the sword was really magical.

"Spensir."
"Hmm? What now."
"There was a man in that alley. I do not believe he wishes us well."
"Ah well in that case."

He kept walking exactly the same as he had before the sword spoke to him. Mentally, of course.

[Atnegam]

Sam glances up from his position and sees a quite large sword pass by his field of vision, "... Well I'll be damned, that thing is pretty big actually..." he mumbles to himself as he stands up. He stretches his arms out a bit before reaching to an inside pocket of his jacket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He sets a cig in his mouth before lighting it and taking a breath. He places both items back into his jacket as he begins to follow the man a decent distance away.

Sam plants his hands in his pockets as he observes the man in front of him, "Nothing too special. Looks about my age, not as built as me but the range of the sword will be a problem. If I ask him to comply and intimidate him maybe that will work. If it doesn't I break his legs and ask him to reconsider."

He takes another drag from his cigarette, holding it in for a moment before exhaling in a straight stream of air, "Alright, let's take care of business," he mumbles to himself as he slightly increases his pace.

[Rolepgeek]

Spensir continues to walk, pretending not to notice the person approaching him.

"Spensir."

He cracks his neck lazily, watching a pair of birds fighting over some spilled food.

"Spensir!"

The man keeps walking, kicking a rock as he goes. He sighs and shrugs when it lands off the path, not bothering to get it again.

"Spensir listen to me!"

Spensir is currently smirking, greatly enjoying the blade's unease.

"Damnit I think he's going to try to kill us!"

He can't keep himself from laughing at that, responding mentally as he just continues to walk, a perfectly straight line exactly in the middle of the street. Headed north.

Kill you? Kill me, more like. Why do you give a damn anyway, not like shit can happen to you. I've tried hard enough. You know Jemmy still hasn't forgiven me for ruining her hacksaw? And her diamond-carver?

"Why can't you just give a damn about something other than yourself for once you incompetent excuse for a jackass!"

He stops at that, frowning. And he turns around.