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Arthur walked nonchalantly through the forest, whistling a merry tune as he meandered on his way. To look at him, one would not suspect the true reason he was here, his clothes gave no hint to his violent intent nor revealed any methods to perpetuate that violence. His leather jacket covered his arms and most of his upper body, though an un-tucked white dress shirt could be seen underneath, and his hands were tucked into the pockets of his jeans. Not the posture of a man ready to be attacked at any moment. Even his eyes seemed unprepared for violence, gazing distractedly at the ground in front of himself instead of scanning the woods in hopes of detecting approaching danger. 

It was in this manner that he found himself approaching the large oak tree, branches strewn around haphazardly as though it had simply been dropped there to flop about before finally settling down. Gazing up into its thinning foliage, most of which now lay on the ground and crunched beneath his feet, he settled on a split in the trunk about halfway up, then took two running steps and bounded up off the ground, stopping when he reached his designated perch to take a seat and swing one leg up over the branch in front of him, leaning against the trunk behind himself as though to relax. 

He was certain this was the designated area, the one specified in that mysterious phone call. "Come here at this time and kill all others who approach, or those you love will die", it had said, the voice distorted and mysterious. It had almost made Arty laugh, given the fact that there was no one he loved, but he'd decided to come nonetheless. He was curious about who else might show up, and about that mysterious voice that had tried to sound so threatening. Maybe that was the plan... Anyone who knew enough to know that he was a fighter would know he was incapable of love, so maybe the real draw had been the mysteriousness of the call itself. If it was, then whoever had put him up to this was a bit of a genius, he had to say. 

He continued letting his thoughts wander as he waited in his tree, curious as to what methods of persuasion the mysterious voice would use on the others that he'd been told were coming. Would it be money? Power? Shiny new toys? None of those appealed to Arty, as he could simply gain them on his own, but as it usually did, his curiosity had gotten the better of him and pulled him inexorably to this spot, at this time. Now all that remained was for the others to arrive.