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  Tobias’ stared at the card with a bored expression as he flipped the hard cardstock back in forth between his fingers before sliding it into his back pocket and walking towards the door. Never a good idea to make War wait, he found. If there was anything Tobias had learned after picking up that blade 5 years ago it was that the art of music and the art of war both had one thing in common: keeping tempo was paramount.

 The blade itself had become a comfortable weight at his side. Sitting in the sheath that was placed on his bed the day he’d arrived here, it had become the ideal way for his Warbrand to sit at his side and absorb the enthralling soundwaves and music that would bounce around the world – or even just take in the sound of his record player as he flipped through some of the masters. 

 In reality, that record player was one of the few things he’d held onto before joining the fight.

 Stepping into the hallway and walking towards the staircase, he took a moment to compose himself. His sunken eyes were red-ringed after a long couple days of battle with a conclave of foes – he’d only just gotten the blood off his shoes before he was given another task, but oh was it worth it. 

  He moved down the floors like an arrow towards its target. His sharp mind already beginning to understand how one might capture the CWI’s attention in a way that wouldn’t end with him in pieces on the ground.

 He palmed his Warbrand’s hilt carefully and thought to the one method that always drew attention: A walk down a main street, a swing of his blade, and the shattering of windows and glass as the sound frequencies bring the glass to its breaking point. What stopped him from his usually determined tempo, however, was the older man standing at the counter, reading books on war strategy for whatever may be coming.

 [color=gold]“War strategy? Wouldn’t that require an army of some sorts?”[/color] Tobias inquired, bringing his polished shoes to a stop in the lobby as he adjusted the collar of his long, dark coat so the sheath hid beneath the long drooping fabric, [color=gold]“Surely something on the art of the duel would be more beneficial.”[/color]

 Arrogance? Probably. Despite his best intentions Tobias never seemed to parse the difference between “helpful” and “frustrating.” Then there was the other fact that he was sitting in a bee’s nest of Warriors, and that any two of them could be requested to kill each other at any time for the amusement of a faceless God – so strategy or anger is not the best way to save your skin.

 But alas, it was always more fun to sing a different tune, and to disrupt the normal rhythms of the place.

 [color=gold]“Anyhow, must be going,”[/color] Tobias yawned before pulling his hair back with his fingers, [color=gold]“Day of a warrior never ends, it seems.”[/color]

 With that he began his walk towards the doorway with a subtle smile on his face, hoping that maybe today a child wouldn't look at him and ask if he was a vampire.