"[color=slateblue]Such inner conflict... such turmoil... [b]how intriguing.[/b][/color]" The figure seated beside Simon spoke with a raspy machine-like voice, spinning one of the psychic's star-shaped knives around a finger. For the most part, the man stayed silent, finding some sort of enjoyment in the bickering of the driver's split selves. Once authorization on the usage of the radio was properly bestowed, the figure raised his head excitedly. With a flourish, the figure swiftly reached for his hip, procuring a [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minutes_to_Midnight_(Linkin_Park_album)]certain CD[/url], whispering an incantation within it before throwing it into the CD player successfully and, surprisingly, without any sort of damage to the disc or the car's radio player.

"[color=slateblue]How do you like that, Master? I've been practicing![/color]" The figure raised his head, his single eye glinting a [color=crimson]scarlet[/color] sheen with excitement. In truth, however, the man had simply cast a spell on the disc, enforcing a fate that allowed it to find its way to the thrower's intended target. Whoever this figure was, he seemed to be both gifted and mercurial in the use of dark arts... and as the lights of the City of Sin began to shine on the Servant, his visage was made much clearer. Judging by his apparel, it seems that the man seated beside Simon also enjoyed a bit of souvenir shopping, sporting a wide-brimmed hat and a- wait. We aren't even in Mexico! Where did he even get that ponch-

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As they made their way down Las Vegas Boulevard, Kullervo gazed towards the heart of the city, his smile growing eagerly. So much sin, so much hate, so much misfortune... this land truly was a nexus of misfortune, a swirling sandstorm in the middle of this barren desert. It was the perfect stage for his vengeance to be made once more. As he struggled to hold in his blood-lust any further, Kullervo turned the volume up on the radio to the max, rocking his head vigorously as he sunk himself into the raging sound of Nu Metal. As he lost himself into the music, he began to contemplate some of its lyrics. The singer had sung his regret about the terrible things he's done, but all Kullervo could wonder was what exactly were those things? It was then that Kullervo began to think of the things he, himself, has done... and would slowly feel like he was finally understood!

Before he could fully lose himself to the music, Kullervo opened the glove compartment, pulling out a city map both himself and his Master grabbed (and promptly defaced) at one of the gas stations on the way. Looking outside the window and seeing as they began to pass Nellis Air Force Base, Kullervo quickly traced his fingers from what he believes they're at to a key location on their map.

"[color=slateblue]Ah, Master! Before we get to our suite, how about we head over here first?[/color]" Kullervo pointed at the encircled location on his map: Shadow Rock Park. "[color=slateblue]I feel like we could warm up with a game of baseball before we get started with the night! What do you say?[/color]" Kullervo turned to Simon, then to Phobia. "[color=slateblue]And what about you? Think you can make us a ball and a bat or two out of shadows? Actually, never mind the bat... I think my sword could do just fine! Hahaha![/color]"
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