[h1][color=cadetblue]Oskar[/color][/h1]

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Just when Oskar thought his day couldn’t get better, he encountered an old friend. He roared with hearty laughter as he remembered her. Yes, the one now called Alex was the same girl who he once thought all those years ago. He had wondered where she had gone.

[color=cadetblue]“Chae-Seon?” [/color]He threw his head back and laughed until he began to tear up. He suddenly noticed the large man glaring at him. The one who had slapped Alex into him. He picked Alex up and set her aside. He strode towards the man. [color=cadetblue]“This man troubles you? I will deal with him.” [/color]

He launched his right arm forwards and grabbed the man by the arm. He yanked to the side once his forearm was tightly in his grasp, dislocating it with a [i]pop[/i]. The man dropped to his knees and clamped a hand onto his useless shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream. Oskar spun and drove his heel into the man’s jaw. He dropped like a sack of flour.

He turned back to Alex with a broad smile, ignoring the older woman’s horrified stare.

[color=cadetblue]”We have much to speak of, Seon. Or should I call you Alex now?”[/color]

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[h1][color=lime]Otto[/color][/h1]

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Otto sighed. It seemed as though he had a better chance of being exposed by Oskar’s idiotic frivolity than whatever proof he may have Otto’s immortality. He strode through the crowd. The man who had slapped the younger immortal was struggling. He sighed once more and walked past the final line of people to face the wounded man.

[color=lime]”So, now you know not to hit women.[/color] He jerked his head behind him, gesturing to Oskar. [color=lime]”Or else you’ll get beat up by a crazy Nordic Man-Bear.”[/color]

He stood and spun on his heel, coming face-to-face with Oskar.

[color=lime]”And you! You imbecile![/color] Otto was seething. [color=lime]”Oskar, I ask for once that you at least [i]try[/i] to be subtle. Not all of us have the Bureau in our pocket.”[/color]