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So I thought I might let This scene with Hank play out, and/or have Mithy chat with Bedivere and Lady Mo for a scene, but the more I thin about it, the more I think I need to time-skip and get the war started. I know how it's going to be in my head. Will be full of chaos and action, and everyone will be together to kill each other, etc. Do you want me to do that or wait a little longer for the character interaction scenes?

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I am quite enjoying arresting Hank. lol

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Jeff and Ted looked at each other, silently exchanging ideas and formulating a plan. Jeff finally turned back to Hank. "Alright sir... Now I can tell by your accent that you are probably from the US. You've also got what looks like burns on your clothing, and I would say you definitely smell of smoke. Ted and I, we want to be your friends here, alright? We can see you've had a lot to drink, and I can only assume there's some reason for that. Now we could bring you in, charge you for arson, littering, failure to register, and several serious crimes for what we found back at the van, but I'd rather see you get some help. You know what I mean, sir? We could get you back to the United States. SOLDIER has sanctuaries there, and I know they'd have a lot to offer someone like you. What do you say, sir? Be honest with me. When were you turned?"

Ted took a few steps away and was talking quietly into his mic, "We got a 477 Nightingale road, please advise."

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lol. I'm assuming the white skin is a giveaway, plus the cops are trained to be suspicious. They are a bit prejudice against vampires. I will try to make another post real quick.

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The bar was fairly empty, as it was now mid morning, but a few hungry travelers and regular locals were there enjoying their lunches. There was only one red haired young man behind the bar, taking orders for the chef. The lad had some trouble understanding that a "radio" was a communication device and not some old-timer's musicbox. He was young, but sharp, and after some debate and "checking with the manager" he procured a dusty 1970's radio from behind the equally dusty and unused fire extinguisher.

While Hank was busy fiddling with the settings and trying to find his frequency, a couple of large cops walked in. They looked right at Hank and one of them nodded. They approached the subject with caution. "Sir? Hi there. I'm Officer Ted Jenkins and this is Officer Jeff Sanchez. You were seen walking down off route 91 where there's a burned out van. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? You know, since you can probably see really well in the dark." Hank's coat did have some suspicious black marks from the fire on it. The cops stood together and waited for his response.

Jeff puts his hands on his hips. "I need to see your vampire registration please."

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@remipa awesome@kurai assassin
Did the general's radio message go through on the RV radio? The flames have died out now. Maybe the radio still works.

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I don't know, @akje. Void needs to come back and get his sword and go back to wrecking shit with free license. Has anyone seen @Grombus?

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Oh. I didn't see that Silent had posted right before me. Oh well. On to the next day.

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Mithias growled and turned to the side. He had nearly pulled his gun and shot Martin dead in the skull. Somehow, at the last second, the thought that he might regret that action crossed his mind and chose to exercise restraint. Nobody was in any immediate danger from a flustered human with a fairly underpowered flamethrower.

Everything seemed to be happening so fast. One moment, he was in the modern world he knew biding his time, and the next, his species was facing impending extinction from futuristic, advanced, technological warfare and human overpopulation. Mithias wasn't an elder. He wasn't wise. He had a lot to think about and as of yet did not have a solution. He pressed a few fingers to his head, frustrated.

His growl had drawn attention, however, and so he spoke, "We don't need your help, human. Especially not with your abstruse reasoning, volatile behavior, and frank lies. First, you work for a collector, then you are secretly trying to help us-Don't argue." Mithias's displeasure made the silence unbreakable as he paused, glaring at Martin. He seemed to have an illogical air of authority about him. "We have no use for your artifact, and Void's sword will certainly be returned to him, to be used in the impending war. It will kill a hundred times more than any one of us could. We do not need it 'contained.'... But, I would still have you remove the threat to the beauty and majesty of this historic castle and take that bomb outside. It is your choice whether or not you wish to surrender the stone." He leaned his hands on one of the tables circling the room. "I'll make you a deal. Leave the stone as a gesture of your honesty, and we will not kill you as you attempt to depart. If you are sincere, crazy though you are, you may indeed be able to assist our efforts. But do not threaten us again. We... will be making the calls. Do you understand?" Mithias tilted his head slightly, feeling as though he was adequately understood.

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I almost shot Martin.... Almost.