[b][h1][center][color=black]Reed[/color][/center][/h1][/b]

Reeds ears pricked up at the mention of the name "Undying." In his long life he had never encountered another like him, unable to die, and the name elicited a response from him, he just wasn't sure what. Excitement? Longing? Probably both, but they both sank back into grim resignation when he realized it was likely some egotistical moniker. He'd experienced it throughout history, people adding "the Great" or other such titles to their name. He'd earned a few himself over the ages and hated them all, but it was surprising to hear such a moniker used in this day and age.
Either way it seemed like some of those present knew each other and were busy making noise that rivaled the noise of the airport crowd until "the Undying" mentioned leaving limousines. Reed sighed. He didn't want flashy, extravagant, luxurious or rich. He'd spent centuries avoiding such things and such people, with the exception of some bodyguard work over the millennia, but the last he'd worked such a job was decades ago. He couldn't really remember the mans name, they all blended together after a while, but he remembered people calling him "the Enforcer" and helping someone who was making money selling alcohol. If he remembered things right, it had all fallen apart and he couldn't have bothered going to jail, so he shot himself on some train tracks and started over.

Regardless, he followed the group outside, standing by a humming oriental-looking girl as he waited on the rest.

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