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[Bdthemag]

"Bullshit, the Necromancer Association of America is always looking for it. I know for a fact its in this country, or one near it..."

[choobakka]

((OOC: Damn autocorrect))

"I'm sorry, I meant "are". But you don't know. Great. Um. One second... Video Quae Non Est Videnta! Oh. You're human. But you have a strong aura. And that's all I can see. Also, you said something about a sword, which implies you're either a dedicated fencer, one of those assholes with a magic sword, or from a time pre-1600ish. So." He stares at the confused kid, and then glares at the other two. "SHUT UP ABOUT THE NECRONOMICON."

[Fniff]

"Burnt. All of them. You Necromancers are completely delusional. Look, it makes sense! It drives you mad, so someone reads it and goes bonkers. Then he kills himself. A friend gets very angry and starts to look around for every original copy. There aren't that many, you know. Then, he burns them all. Look, I can show you the damn video of the book burning! Just get some translated edition, that's the best you are going to get!" Badr sighs, exasperated.

"I wish he would shut up about it."

[Bdthemag]

"I will find...the damn...Necronomicon! There is only one true copy! The rest were just copies of it, the true one causes a man to go even crazier! I could make millions off of it!"

[choobakka]

"What did I just say. I no longer care about the gods damned Necronomicon! What about the Necrocomicon? The illustrated edition? The one with the little thing with Cthulhu and that harem girl?"

[Fniff]

"Or the second edition, that's a real keeper."

[Bdthemag]

"THEN WHY THE HELL DID WE GO HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE! THERE IS NO OTHER REASON WE'D BE HERE THAN PICKING THAT DAMNED BOOK UP, OTHERWISE I'D BE OVER IN THE STATES WITH THE NAA!" Briar calms down and takes a deep breath. "I hate you all."

[Furtuka]

"What did I do to make you hate me?"

[Bdthemag]

"I just know that whenever a new guy comes around, he then instantly joins us for basically no reason. Trust me i'll probally end up hating you, unless you can summon the dead, then i'll be fine with you."

[Furtuka]

"I don't think I can... but I am getting a vague image of zombies, and a guy on fire"

[Fniff]

"Hey, you could help with that stupid terrorist plot. It's still there you know."

[choobakka]

King sighs. "Goddess... Anyway, you're coming with us. We're gonna go grave robbing! Briar, you get to have some fun. I believe that the Mad Arab himself was buried around here, correct? And we have a direct male-line descendant's blood with us. So we have some of his DNA. So we can find the grave. So Briar can bring him back. So we can get a First Edition 2.0. And then..." he grins. "Then we can sell it for LOTS of money. And Briar, the 'everyone comes with us' thing? We have Protagonist Syndrome. It's a side-effect of all of the Weirdness Magnet created by multiple magic-users."

[Furtuka]

" Terrorists? Grave robbing? Mad Arab? First Edition 2.0? WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!?!?!?!?!??!"

[Fniff]

"Oh yeah, Abdul the Mad Arab (Though he did say he just got these headaches occasionally.) was buried around here. I'll lead you there. When my granddad visited (Which was rare, the prick...) he often visited there to gloat. I know the area inside out. I'll get in the back."

[choobakka]

"Well, kid, since you want to know... I'm King. I'm a wizard with an awesome hat. And great taste." He smiles slightly. "Just not in girlfriends. Last two tried to kill me. The sneaky bastard is Briar. He's a necromancer. The other dude is the grandson of a Great Old One. Your name is now Kidd. Because you're a kid. Other names could be Marty, Malcom, or Emperor Joshua Norton, King of the United States and Protector of Mexico."