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Post by Krall on Jan 27, 2016 20:38:06 GMT
“This is pointless!” he shouted, gesturing to the bald, wiry man sitting in the lotus position in a hastily cleared area of the conference room's floor. A large, black gem - each triangular facet barely a millimetre across - sat in front of him. “He's been there for what, twenty minutes now? It's just a stone!” “We give these things time, Mike,” said the rotund man who sat patiently next to him in the brightly lit bunker. “This isn't the time for patience, Charlie! Either we do something or we don't!” He felt he was being watched and looked to the head of the table, expecting to see the Chief's dark eyes and young, tan face glaring at him, but her head was turned away, looking calmly at the man on the floor. Slowly he looked over to the dark gem – it seemed to drink in the neon light, and for a moment he could swear that the shadows within it were watching him. Suddenly the bald man moved, his tall body unfolding as he stood up. “There's an aura,” he said gruffly as he dusted off his perfectly creased black suit and rubbing the Ajna third eye tattoo on his forehead, “small, but it's there. Part of a larger whole, I think. It's looking at us.” The Chief's gaze moved over to Charlie, where it lingered as she waited expectantly. His stubby fingers played with the pin on his lapel, betraying his anxiety. After a few moments he turned to meet the Chief's blank stare. “Form the unit, Ms. Geber. Find out what the hell's been going on.” ===== ((Hey guys, and welcome to the Not All A Dream main roleplay thread. Please only post in character in here, and if you really need to add out of character comments put them in brackets like this, or otherwise indicate that they're not a normal post. I've sent you all PMs noting what happens now for each of your characters. It's roughly the same thing for each of them, but some characters know more about what may be going on than others. If you have any questions or need any help at all, please feel free to message me at any time! ))
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Post by tardis218 on Jan 27, 2016 21:08:35 GMT
5 AM, Baltimore:
Mortz was half awake when a loud knock came from his door. Hastily he walked out of bed, trying not to fall over. He managed to get to the door to his Baltimore apartment and opened it up. There, two large figures with suits stood. The man to the right spoke "Agent Mortz Bauer, correct?". Mortz stood there for a second, and looked through the brief past of the two figures. "Agents...a new mission..." Mortz thought. He replied to the man with "Yes". Mortz left and dressed up, bringing along a book with him. The men escorted him to a car, and they drove off.
8 AM, Appalachian Mountains
After a few hours they arrived at their destination. They were in the Appalachians, and trees surrounded the entire area. The three of them got out of the car and walked for a few minutes, Mortz simply took in the beautiful sight. They eventually arrived at a small air strip, where a small jet was. The door to the jet opened and Mortz walked in. Soon, the jet started moving and Mortz fell to sleep.
10 AM, Fort Hood, Texas
An agent awoke Mortz once the plane landed. He got up and followed the agent. After getting out of the jet they arrived at the barracks, where they went down several floors. By this point the halls were grey, empty and cold. Another nameless agent appeared from down the hall and opened a door. He said "Wait here". The door closed loudly and Mortz looked around his surroundings. The room was large, and in the middle of it was a oak table. Around the table were around a dozen seats. Mortz sighed and slumped down in the closest seat to him. He brought out his book and started reading it.
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Post by lightninglynx89 on Jan 27, 2016 21:09:45 GMT
Laurence was currently sat in a grey, and what appeared to be a windowless room. He didn't know exactly where he was, but all he knew was he did not like the situation he was in. He had been rudely awoken this morning by a group of agents. They grabbed him put him in some appropriate clothing and quickly whisked him off to god knows where. Laurence made the connection that it was some form of government agency dude to the organizational skills and how quickly they got in and out of his now deceased grandfather's private estate. He had gotten a couple of calls prior to this event, but saw no reason to further investigate. As much as he said he was a nice person, there were some things he was very unsure of doing. He tried rubbing the sleep from his eye, but every time he did so, he still didn't fully awaken.
He noticed in the transportation that they took his grandfather's Shashka, his weapon he had been using to help become a better swordsman, it always helped to have many skills in the world. Plus his pyrokenetic abilities were never the most subtle thing. The greatest thing that was bothering him was his Kikimora friend, Kasimir or Kasi, was not here. Apparently from he guessed they took her to a separate room. Hopefully they didn't discover or try and figure out what she truly was. Kasi was very loyal, very much like her race to very servant like. But, Laurence never her saw her as such. Maybe it helped that they basically spent most of their childhood and teenage years playing and knowing each other. She still let the "lord" and "master" slip in, but it was a force of habit for her. She was the one he worried for. What if they found out she was exactly human? The hell would they do with her? Do tests on her? Kill her? Laurence just had to have some hope that maybe these people weren't as evil or heartless as they appeared. The dull gray, and windowless room didn't help though.
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Post by tardis218 on Jan 27, 2016 21:15:55 GMT
Mortz put down his book as the door opened once again. He got up to meet the other person in the room, who like him, was sitting down, doing nothing. "Hello, I guess we're both in the same situation, huh? What is your name, if I may ask?"
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Post by lightninglynx89 on Jan 27, 2016 22:12:52 GMT
Mortz put down his book as the door opened once again. He got up to meet the other person in the room, who like him, was sitting down, doing nothing. "Hello, I guess we're both in the same situation, huh? What is your name, if I may ask?" Laurence took a glance at the man thin man near him. "Laurence." He said simply. "I can also make a safe assumption the reason you're in here is well... we're not exactly the most 'normal' people on the Earth." Laurence said with a smirk.
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Post by AnachronistRocketeer on Jan 27, 2016 23:08:16 GMT
It was a little after 4 in Chicago when suddenly there was the typical three-two-three knock which told her sleep wouldn't come tonight. SHe had stayed up all night doing some research which might help Mayor Washington in dealing with a plague of gang-related violence throughout bronzeville and the South Side. She was tired, and the small pile of convenience store coffee cups scattered about the room in between the papers attested to this. Lazily, she stretched her arms and got up from the carpeted floor to go meet what could only be her "colleague" from the CIA to check up on her. Pulling a dark purple sweater covered in bright sky-blue stars over her kaleidoscope colored long sleeve shirt, she opened the door to see Agent Skinner flanked by two other agents.
"I'm moving again?" Miriam asked nervously, knowing that was the main reason he ever brought armed backup with him, in case she got scared or angry. This time, he simply shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry for waking you up this early, but my office got a request from the higher-ups for your services. They have a plane ready, so we need to go.” She shook her head at the apology, now focused and excited to have an actually sanctioned case to work on. She grabbed her ready-bag, locking the small twelfth-floor studio and leaving everything behind.
A couple hours later she had been traded off to some other agents, escorted rather harshly down too many hallways and stairs to count. Finally after what seemed like an endless maze they stopped in front of a door. A flick of a key, and she walked into a featureless room with two other people, and she sat down at the far end of the table, unfolding her legs under the table as she spoke. “So, how is everyone else at this hour? I’m Miriam, pleased to meet my new case partners.”
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Post by lightninglynx89 on Jan 27, 2016 23:33:07 GMT
It was a little after 4 in Chicago when suddenly there was the typical three-two-three knock which told her sleep wouldn't come tonight. SHe had stayed up all night doing some research which might help Mayor Washington in dealing with a plague of gang-related violence throughout bronzeville and the South Side. She was tired, and the small pile of convenience store coffee cups scattered about the room in between the papers attested to this. Lazily, she stretched her arms and got up from the carpeted floor to go meet what could only be her "colleague" from the CIA to check up on her. Pulling a dark purple sweater covered in bright sky-blue stars over her kaleidoscope colored long sleeve shirt, she opened the door to see Agent Skinner flanked by two other agents. "I'm moving again?" Miriam asked nervously, knowing that was the main reason he ever brought armed backup with him, in case she got scared or angry. This time, he simply shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry for waking you up this early, but my office got a request from the higher-ups for your services. They have a plane ready, so we need to go.” She shook her head at the apology, now focused and excited to have an actually sanctioned case to work on. She grabbed her ready-bag, locking the small twelfth-floor studio and leaving everything behind. A couple hours later she had been traded off to some other agents, escorted rather harshly down too many hallways and stairs to count. Finally after what seemed like an endless maze they stopped in front of a door. A flick of a key, and she walked into a featureless room with two other people, and she sat down at the far end of the table, unfolding her legs under the table as she spoke. “So, how is everyone else at this hour? I’m Miriam, pleased to meet my new case partners.” "Besides three hours of sleep, my grandfather's sword being taken away, and my best friend being held by these goons? Meh, it's alright. I've had worse." Laurence simply told the girl who had just entered the room.
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Post by MinnesotaNationalist on Jan 27, 2016 23:41:24 GMT
Nobxing was at his home in Saint Malo, France, waiting for a new job. As he waited, he impatiently walked around his house, doing all sorts of things; Playing darts, playing 'big darts' (Archery in his back yard), meditated (poorly) for a while, watched some TV, so on. Finally, his phone rang while playing a crossword puzzle, and he rushed to answer it [they're speaking in French] "Allo?" "Allo, Mister Favager" "Nobxing" "Yes, Mister Nobxing Favager. This is the Anomalous Investigation Unit, calling to have you in for a job" "Americans?" "Yes" "No, no more! Last time I worker for you Americans, I almost lost my head!" "It wasn't a question, Mister Favager. We'll be their later tonight" They then hung up. Nobxing quickly rushed around to gather some of his things and ran out the door, only to find two American Agents already there "Oh look, it's later tonight," they said, before apprehending Nobxing, handcuffing him, covering his hands and removing his weapons.
Nobxing was flown over the ocean and large plots of land before landing presumably somewhere in America. They blindfolded him before proceeding. When they finally arrived to the secret base, they removed the blindfold. He was led through a large maze of hall ways to a room with three people in there. Before he entered, he finally said in French, "Fine, I agree to help you. Do I at least get paid?" He was ignored as he pushed in. "Bien... Est-il quelqu'un qui parle Francais? Je ne parle pas bien l'Anglais"
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Post by tardis218 on Jan 27, 2016 23:57:44 GMT
Mortz put down his book as the door opened once again. He got up to meet the other person in the room, who like him, was sitting down, doing nothing. "Hello, I guess we're both in the same situation, huh? What is your name, if I may ask?" Laurence took a glance at the man thin man near him. "Laurence." He said simply. "I can also make a safe assumption the reason you're in here is well... we're not exactly the most 'normal' people on the Earth." Laurence said with a smirk. "Of course not, why else would we be here?" "Oh, and it's Mortz. Mortz Bauer." Mortz responded with a smirk A couple hours later she had been traded off to some other agents, escorted rather harshly down too many hallways and stairs to count. Finally after what seemed like an endless maze they stopped in front of a door. A flick of a key, and she walked into a featureless room with two other people, and she sat down at the far end of the table, unfolding her legs under the table as she spoke. “So, how is everyone else at this hour? I’m Miriam, pleased to meet my new case partners.” "I am alright. Any ideas of what we are up to? And glad to meet you Madam Miriam." he said extending a hand, after speaking with Laurence. Nobxing was flown over the ocean and large plots of land before landing presumably somewhere in America. They blindfolded him before proceeding. When they finally arrived to the secret base, they removed the blindfold. He was led through a large maze of hall ways to a room with three people in there. Before he entered, he finally said in French, "Fine, I agree to help you. Do I at least get paid?" He was ignored as he pushed in. "Bien... Est-il quelqu'un qui parle Francais? Je ne parle pas bien l'Anglais" "Hello! And yeah, the CIA agents can be a bit rough. I remember my first few missions with them...anyways, how are you?" he said turning to the door.
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Post by lightninglynx89 on Jan 27, 2016 23:59:59 GMT
Nobxing was at his home in Saint Malo, France, waiting for a new job. As he waited, he impatiently walked around his house, doing all sorts of things; Playing darts, playing 'big darts' (Archery in his back yard), meditated (poorly) for a while, watched some TV, so on. Finally, his phone rang while playing a crossword puzzle, and he rushed to answer it [they're speaking in French] "Allo?" "Allo, Mister Favager" "Nobxing" "Yes, Mister Nobxing Favager. This is the Anomalous Investigation Unit, calling to have you in for a job" "Americans?" "Yes" "No, no more! Last time I worker for you Americans, I almost lost my head!" "It wasn't a question, Mister Favager. We'll be their later tonight" They then hung up. Nobxing quickly rushed around to gather some of his things and ran out the door, only to find two American Agents already there "Oh look, it's later tonight," they said, before apprehending Nobxing, handcuffing him, covering his hands and removing his weapons. Nobxing was flown over the ocean and large plots of land before landing presumably somewhere in America. They blindfolded him before proceeding. When they finally arrived to the secret base, they removed the blindfold. He was led through a large maze of hall ways to a room with three people in there. Before he entered, he finally said in French, "Fine, I agree to help you. Do I at least get paid?" He was ignored as he pushed in. "Bien... Est-il quelqu'un qui parle Francais? Je ne parle pas bien l'Anglais" "Sorry friend. I don't speak French." Laurence told him as he began to lean back in his chair. He leaned his chair back up against the wall, and closed his eyes, hoping to catch some shut eye.
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Post by AnachronistRocketeer on Jan 28, 2016 0:14:11 GMT
"Besides three hours of sleep, my grandfather's sword being taken away, and my best friend being held by these goons? Meh, it's alright. I've had worse." Laurence simply told the girl who had just entered the room. "Three hours is more than I've gotten Laurence, but I'm sorry to hear about your friend. Why would they have taken them off? It seems to me that they want everyone in this room." "I am alright. Any ideas of what we are up to? And glad to meet you Madam Miriam." he said extending a hand, after speaking with Laurence. "Glad to meet you as well, and I'm as clueless as you are there. All I know is I got pulled back in by the CIA for some "big case". I shake your hand as I talk, before turning over to the new stranger. Nobxing was flown over the ocean and large plots of land before landing presumably somewhere in America. They blindfolded him before proceeding. When they finally arrived to the secret base, they removed the blindfold. He was led through a large maze of hall ways to a room with three people in there. Before he entered, he finally said in French, "Fine, I agree to help you. Do I at least get paid?" He was ignored as he pushed in. "Bien... Est-il quelqu'un qui parle Francais? Je ne parle pas bien l'Anglais" "Je parle assez bien français. Je m’appelle Miriam." She stands up quickly, extending a hand in greeting.
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Post by theyellowpath on Jan 28, 2016 0:19:54 GMT
The White Rat bar is not the most glamorous of establishments. However, it's also not a seedy place. A nice comfortable bar set in a side street of New York, it has a small population of devoted regulars, and occasionally some tourists. Aside from its collection of rat catching memorabilia that would seem odd to those not aware of the origin of the White Rat's name, the bar is otherwise fairly typical.
On this day, Mortimer sits at the bar, sipping from a glass of beer. He's the only one in right now, due to it being the middle of the day.
"Hey Morty, don't you have work today?" The owner, Michael Johnston, asks.
Mortimer shrugs, "Sorta? I'm waiting for some people. They visited me at the office yesterday, said I'd been recruited for some troubleshooting team."
"Troubleshooting?"
Mortimer chuckles. "Yeah. They didn't give me the details. Apparently, it's out of state, so I wanted one last drink."
"Feel free to light up a smoke then." Michael says, as he pours himself a glass of water.
He sets down his beer. "Thought you didn't like cigarettes." He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and lights one.
"I keep too much vodka here to risk everyone smoking. Don't want to burn this place down. But if it's just you, it's fine."
Mortimer nods, and inhales.
Outside, the two hear a car pull up. The door opens, as two men in suits walk in. "Mortimer Martin?"
Mortimer stands. "Here's my ride. See ya Mickey."
Michael nods, "See ya Morty. Have fun at your new job."
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Mortimer steps into the grey room, wincing as they slam the door behind him. He eyes his fellow occupants one by one. "I'm sure this question has been asked before, but.... does anyone know why we're here? No one told me anything on the plane."
He gives an easy smile, and lights up a cigarette.
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Post by lightninglynx89 on Jan 28, 2016 1:00:39 GMT
"Besides three hours of sleep, my grandfather's sword being taken away, and my best friend being held by these goons? Meh, it's alright. I've had worse." Laurence simply told the girl who had just entered the room. "Three hours is more than I've gotten Laurence, but I'm sorry to hear about your friend. Why would they have taken them off? It seems to me that they want everyone in this room. "My guess is they don't want her near me. She may seem sweet, innocent, and docile inside and out. But, if you push the right buttons, she can a living nightmare. And I suspect they've already pushed quite a bit of buttons." Laurence told the girl looking at her.
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Post by tardis218 on Jan 28, 2016 1:05:10 GMT
"Glad to meet you as well, and I'm as clueless as you are there. All I know is I got pulled back in by the CIA for some "big case". I shake your hand as I talk, before turning over to the new stranger. "Ah, I see" Mortz replied. Mortimer steps into the grey room, wincing as they slam the door behind him. He eyes his fellow occupants one by one. "I'm sure this question has been asked before, but.... does anyone know why we're here? No one told me anything on the plane." He gives an easy smile, and lights up a cigarette. "Ah yes, the million dollar question. None of us know, supposedly a big case. And all of us were sent here one way or another by the CIA, correct?" Mortz said, extending a hand.
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Post by theyellowpath on Jan 28, 2016 1:13:20 GMT
"Glad to meet you as well, and I'm as clueless as you are there. All I know is I got pulled back in by the CIA for some "big case". I shake your hand as I talk, before turning over to the new stranger. "Ah, I see" Mortz replied. Mortimer steps into the grey room, wincing as they slam the door behind him. He eyes his fellow occupants one by one. "I'm sure this question has been asked before, but.... does anyone know why we're here? No one told me anything on the plane." He gives an easy smile, and lights up a cigarette. "Ah yes, the million dollar question. None of us know, supposedly a big case. And all of us were sent here one way or another by the CIA, correct?" Mortz said, extending a hand. Mortimer nods, taking the hand. "Don't think it's the CIA. I work for their Transmu-er, I work for a classified branch of the CIA. In all my time working for them, I've never met those goons. And I've met a lot of people in my years of life. I suspect..." He looks around, "Judging by the randomness of everyone here, and the fact that the goons told me I'd be joining an Anomalous Investigation Unit.... this is probably a secretive government organization called Keter." He inhales his smoke, and blows a ring to the ceiling. "And I was halfway sure Keter was a hoax until yesterday. Still not one hundred percent convinced it exists."
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Post by tardis218 on Jan 28, 2016 1:22:08 GMT
"Well, I suspect all of us here, are part of one of these branches of the CIA that deal with the... paranormal? For instance, I have precognition and retrocognition. And I'm sure this is real. The CIA is wonderful at hiding things, and gives it to the right people at the right time. Sometimes, during my different missions I always wondered if there were others" Mortz said, getting out his own cigarette.
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Post by lightninglynx89 on Jan 28, 2016 1:29:22 GMT
"Well, I suspect all of us here, are part of one of these branches of the CIA that deal with the... paranormal? For instance, I have precognition and retrocognition. And I'm sure this is real. The CIA is wonderful at hiding things, and gives it to the right people at the right time. Sometimes, during my different missions I always wondered if there were others" Mortz said, getting out his own cigarette. "I suspected there were more people like me, but I learned my abilities through practice. I'm going to assume some of you were born with your powers." Laurence said still leaned back in his chair. "Plus the fact that I had a human-bird hybrid being as a friend, I assumed these guys would drag me in soon."
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Post by AnachronistRocketeer on Jan 28, 2016 2:35:55 GMT
Miriam looks up at the stranger which has suddenly appeared, and has to avoid staring as she felt something... odd about him. He was elderly, dressed in clothing which could have come from either an exploding fabric store or her closet, and jovial. She liked him already, but couldnt seem to shake that feeling. "I feel like you may be correct Sir, I've never seen my contact be quite as nervous as when he brought some more of those Goons my way. It's definitely something above the pay grade of the CIA... which shouldn't be exist." She raps her hands on the table, quickly pulling out the travel backpack, which the guards had thankfully allowed her to keep after a search which took far too long. She pulled out a granola bar, eating it quietly.
"So, at this point I think we may want to have more formal introductions, given it seems that we're stuck in here until either the next ice age or whomever has enough authority to grab us comes."
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Post by theyellowpath on Jan 28, 2016 2:37:27 GMT
Miriam looks up at the stranger which has suddenly appeared, and has to avoid staring as she felt something... odd about him. He was elderly, dressed in clothing which could have come from either an exploding fabric store or her closet, and jovial. She liked him already, but couldnt seem to shake that feeling. "I feel like you may be correct Sir, I've never seen my contact be quite as nervous as when he brought some more of those Goons my way. It's definitely something above the pay grade of the CIA... which shouldn't be exist." She raps her hands on the table, quickly pulling out the travel backpack, which the guards had thankfully allowed her to keep after a search which took far too long. She pulled out a granola bar, eating it quietly. "So, at this point I think we may want to have more formal introductions, given it seems that we're stuck in here until either the next ice age or whomever has enough authority to grab us comes." Mortimer nods. "Well, names Mortimer Martin. Investigator. I have a bit of a death sense. If someone dies, I can tell you how he died, if it was a murder, and some other miscellaneous stuff just by looking at the body. Plus I know if someone nearby dies. Helped a lot when I was just a detective." He chuckles, almost tempted to add the 'Also, I'm Death,' bit. Instead he adds, "Plus, I don't age normally. I turned seventy this year." He looks around the rest of the room. "What about you guys?"
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Post by lightninglynx89 on Jan 28, 2016 3:16:06 GMT
Miriam looks up at the stranger which has suddenly appeared, and has to avoid staring as she felt something... odd about him. He was elderly, dressed in clothing which could have come from either an exploding fabric store or her closet, and jovial. She liked him already, but couldnt seem to shake that feeling. "I feel like you may be correct Sir, I've never seen my contact be quite as nervous as when he brought some more of those Goons my way. It's definitely something above the pay grade of the CIA... which shouldn't be exist." She raps her hands on the table, quickly pulling out the travel backpack, which the guards had thankfully allowed her to keep after a search which took far too long. She pulled out a granola bar, eating it quietly. "So, at this point I think we may want to have more formal introductions, given it seems that we're stuck in here until either the next ice age or whomever has enough authority to grab us comes." Mortimer nods. "Well, names Mortimer Martin. Investigator. I have a bit of a death sense. If someone dies, I can tell you how he died, if it was a murder, and some other miscellaneous stuff just by looking at the body. Plus I know if someone nearby dies. Helped a lot when I was just a detective." He chuckles, almost tempted to add the 'Also, I'm Death,' bit. Instead he adds, "Plus, I don't age normally. I turned seventy this year." He looks around the rest of the room. "What about you guys?" Laurence stopped leaning in his chair, planting all four legs on the ground. "Name is Laurence Fowler. Lanky, Russian, and a salary man." Laurence said to the group with a small smile. "I also seem to have a bit of a knack for setting things ablaze quite quickly." Laurence continued to inform them. He learned forward a bit before telling them, "I'm not gonna show off right now, I don't think our government friends would like it." Laurence told them smiling.
"I'm also not to shabby with a sword I might add." Laurence said leaning back, before leaning forward again. "Oh! If you're lucky enough, I might just introduce you to my childhood friend." Laurence said with a big grin.
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