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[Atnegam]

Sam stops as well when Spensir turns around and flicks his finished cigarette away. "Nice sword." He approaches Spensir so that they are at a normal conversation distance before speaking again, "Mind if I have a closer look?"

[Rolepgeek]

"Sure. Keep the fuckin' thing if you want. Don't say I didn't warn you though."

He brings the sword down so the tip just barely manages to avoid touching Sam's nose as the sheathed end slammed into the ground near his feet. Spensir pushes the hilt so it tips over to him and cracks his neck, rolling his shoulder.

"Goddamn, carrying that thing like that has given me such a damned kink in my shoulder."

He rubs the afflicted body part and starts to walk off.

What the fuck was that?

[Atnegam]

Sam catches the tipping blade and holds it in place as he watches Spensir walk away. He was wary of doing much with it because of the man's warning so Sam stepped back and let the sword fall to the ground for the time being as he pulled his phone out.

He looked at the sword a bit as a call he made connected, "Hey, got the sword. --- Yeah he just handed it over pretty much. --- Why the fuck would I need to carry it? Do you expect me to use the fucking thing? Fuck that, it looks heavy. It's not like I need the thing anyway. --- Yeah bring the chopper here and I'll help you load it up but that's it. --- Out."

He hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. He moved back over to a wall and kept both the guy and the sword in his vision.

[Rolepgeek]

Once Spensir was about sixty feet away from the sword, the sword started moving. It dragged along the ground after him as if it was being pulled by an invisible string, in jerks and tugs.

The guy just keeps walking, though, hands in his pockets.

"This is not funny, Spensir!"

[Atnegam]

Sam sighed loudly as he got up and approached Spensir once again, "Alright, you and I both know where this is going so lets just cut to the fucking chase. You stop pulling your parlor tricks and I won't break your fucking legs. Understand?" As he talks he roughly grabs Spensir's collar and makes direct eye contact with him.

[Rolepgeek]

Spensir sighs back.

"If you can get the fuckin' sword to stop following me by doing that, go right ahead. They'll heal. I don't like that fucking thing. I don't want it in my life. It won't leave me alone. It's not,"

He pauses, looking back at the sword, then down at his feet.

"...my fault."

He sighed again, pushing Sam's hands off him as he takes a step back.

"However. Threaten me again and I will lop your head off. Seriously. Mabarius won't shut up about you, I think he might have a crush. Let me tell you, you do not..."

A rattling sound comes from near the sword, and as Sam looked over, the sheath crackled with electricity, and it shot into Spensir's outstretched hand, blade up, hilt grasped firmly as the black blade, apparently inscribed with silvery runes over every inch of it's surface that sparked with some unseen energy, nearly glowing from the reflections of the overcast day's light on them, loomed over the two of them. The speed with which the sword had flown was remarkable, at least; literally all that could be seen while it had been in motion was a blur.

"...know what you're fucking with."

[Atnegam]

"Oh great, not only is it magical but it fucking talks to you," He pulls his jacket off as he takes a step back, "of course."

He drapes his jacket over his right shoulder revealing his face and tattoos to Spensir, "Fighting eh? They told me to just worry about the sword so I guess if you're gonna be in my way..." He tosses the jacket to the side as he readies his arms up in what looks like a boxing stance.

His eyes were sharply focused on Spensir and his sword, "If that thing can telepathically move that fast I really don't want to get hit with it... Not that getting hit is normally ok. If I get close though I think with such a long sword he'll be at a disadvantage though... Good news is cqc is my specialty..."

[Projeck37]

Ashley sits on the edge of the roof of a building right by them. She calls down.
"Now I'm sure this doesn't have to result to violence, gents."

[Akroma]

Icarus see Kyle doing his criminal thing.

"Hey, I have seen enough Hentai to know where this is going! Oh hey Kyle. Thought you quit with the whole fighting crime thing."

[PrivateNomad]

Hilda is holding her head into her hands and attaches it to one of her hands. It now looks like a head mounted on a hand, which crawls around. VERY creepy.
Ashley notices in the distance, a giant armored man slowly walking towards them. He has a giant morningstar. The two people would hear his footsteps as well.
Lizzie is outside, smoking a cigarette.
Alucard is sitting down on the couch with Iasp on his shoulder.

[smurfingtonthethird]

((why is Barti a giant armored man, and does he want SERT to come play lasers again))

Kaiser notices Hilda's antics, so he attempts to unsee them by burying his head under the pillows on the couch.

[PrivateNomad]

Hilda absorbs the head and hand back into herself and looks at Kaiser.
 "Who are you?"
The armored man disappears.

[smurfingtonthethird]

Kaiser peeks, making sure Hilda wasn't trying to screw with him.

"M-my n-name is K-Kaiser. P-pretty sure w-we spoke b-before..."

[PrivateNomad]

"Oh. Hi," Hilda says with a wave and a sweet smile.

[smurfingtonthethird]

Kaiser quickly retracts his head from the pillows, standing up straight.

"H-hi...um..w-what's y-your name?"