[center][h1]Ebenezer Moore[/h1][/center]

Gunshot. The next; a brief moment of silence. Inferno. [color=0072bc]"Amazing chain of events. Crows. Clowns. Now, call the Fire Department."[/color] Cigar clung to his mouth tighter than a dog's precious bone he stood calmly ghastly. The battle had begun, a woman cloaked in fire setting aflame... Well... Everything. [color=0072bc]"Shame that I can't gain more information."[/color] He shrugged to himself, passing the man despite if he was even going to give a warning shot as he strolled to the tendered man. [color=0072bc]"No gunshot wounds. Fascinating."[/color] His fingers ran through his chest, followed with shocking static electricity as he does. His expression ghostly calm and sincere in the flame of danger. [color=0072bc]"Jolly good day to you sir."[/color] He repeated. [color=0072bc]"Shall I assist you in getting back up your feet?"[/color] He offered his barehands. [@Leolycan]

Regardless whether or not he accepted his hand, it would be met by Ebenezer's gaze fixating towards the gunman behind him. [color=0072bc]"We're not here to dig our own Graves are we? Outnumbered one to many. What makes you think you're in the position of negotiation?"[/color] He slipped his hand behind his back, standing tall looking beneath him. [color=0072bc]"False sense of valor, perhaps? No no, some sort of twisted chivalry."[/color] He shook his own head. [color=0072bc]"You'd make a fine specimen for that experiment."[/color] The heat on-- literally. The fires continued to spread and he heard the ceiling crack at some stage. Why has he continually nurturing a curious endeavor instead of escaping this mad situation? [color=0072bc]"Watch your left, whoever. We don't want this building burying us down. As for you gunman, the chances for survival are... Less than zero."[/color]

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