Saarebas

Asylum for the Supernatural

No problem with me dude. You'll find that I do odd stuff in my writing all the time.

Asylum for the Supernatural

Francis' brow rose slightly as the bear came busting out of the door he had just knocked on. "This really is a mad house." He said with a slight shake of his head as he noticed the girl passed out on the floor. It didn't take long for him to notice the darts in the girls leg. He took a step forward, but remained wary of the bear. He was able to retrieve one of the darts without the bear biting him and he began inspecting it. "Hmmm.. sleep darts." He said looking the dart over. He ran his thumb up it's length. "African grade, my guess southern." He shook his head and flicked the dart to the side with a look of disgust on his face. "Cheap knock offs. I beat O'Dare was the pusher on these." He said to himself before looking back at the girl. "Might as well.." He said before removing the second dart.

Asylum for the Supernatural

Gotcha :)

Asylum for the Supernatural

Uh I'm a bit lost on the dart thing? Where did they come from?

Asylum for the Supernatural

Francis walked the halls of the asylum, his cold silver eyes scanning every face, corner and step he encountered in great detail. Though his eyes read annoyance and distain his warm smile said welcome to the world. He searched for the room that was supposed to be his own but found no such luck, and he refused to ask any of the guards he pasted. He eventually found himself out side a room with a unmistakable growl flowing from it. He raised a brow slightly as he wondered why they would keep a animal in a mad house. Curiosity finally got the better of him and he went and knocked on the door to the room and said in a warm tone that only he would know to be fake. "Hello? Is somebody in here?"

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Just a quick question how big is Alice's bear?

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Anyone want to come talk to Francis, he just arrived :)

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A shining black hummer pulled up the driveway of the asylum before it comes to a smooth and silent halt just at the stairs. Not a half second later a jittery looking, stout man dressed in a black chauffeur uniform exited out of the driver door and hurried as fast as both his suit and short legs would allow him the passenger's backseat door. He fumbled with his meaty hands before he quickly opened a door to reveal a well dressed teenager with his dark hair neatly tied back. The teen stepped out of the car with a odd grace before adjusting his monocle and looking to the man. The boy then snapped his fingers, causing the chauffeur to jump before rushing to the back of the hummer and retrieving a black metal suit case that had a cursive l engraved on both sides in silver. The man handed the suit case to the teen and quickly took a step back. "W-will there be anything else sir?" The man asked in a deep yet shaky voice. The teen wave away the question before speaking in a calm and cold voice. "No Malcolm but tell my father I expect this stay to be brief." With that the man gave a quick nod before hurrying back to the wheel of the car and drove off rather fast. So here he was, the once infamous weapon trader Francis Lock, now forced to stay in a mad house. But nonetheless started to make his way up the stairs and into the building.

Spliced

Marshall could feel the pain killer kicking in and a grin grew on his face, though not his usual smug smile but a rather dopey one. "Graduation! Yay where's the diplomas?" He asked with a loud laugh and standing up from his seat. It could be seen pretty well that Marshall wasn't one that could handle medication too well.

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That's to good, because I just got an image of a really weird human tug o war between Francis and Moria.
Francis: "No this is my blood dummy!"
Moria: "Nuh uh!"

Now that I think about it I should probably explain Francis' power a bit more. Think of Amon's blood bending but on a bit less ridged. *crosses fingers that someone get's that reference*