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[revolverwolf]

His chuckling stopped at Ari's outburst and he looked over at her. "I know what you meant. It's why you meant it that's interesting..."

"But I wasn't joking. Those people who kidnapped us before let us go because they had Kronos. And since these were the guys who were willing to burn down his entire estate to kill him, I can only assume that they'll have killed him as soon as they got their hands on him."

"I'm simply drawing a conclusion from an observation. You can't blame me just because the conclusion doesn't fit with what you want to happen..."

 

[sky14kemea]

"Do you really think he'd let himself be caught so easy though?" Em cut in before Ari had time to reply again.
"Even if it is true, don't most people have someone to take over in case of their death? If we find Kronos's predecessor maybe we'll get some answers."
And maybe get paid.... She thought to herself, glancing at Savannah.

 

[thegamermn]

At that moment Kronos walked in with two shiny new arms. He grabbed a chair and pushed it to the table the rest of the group was sitting at before sitting down. He waved over the waiter and ordered something, handing her a small bag of Llum.
<spoiler=OOC note>Had Sky gotten an even number you'd be seeing Kronos' body being carried past by a funeral procession.

 

[sky14kemea]

Em stared with wide eyes as Kronos sat opposite them. It was as if someone, somewhere had a very sarcastic sense of humour. She tried to think of something to say.

What the hell is happening?

[color=blue]Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa[/color]-

Okay you're no use.

Em reached an arm across the table and gently poked on of Kronos' shiny new arms, testing to see if he was really there.

 

[revolverwolf]

Hammond stared at Kronos for a moment. And then for another moment. And then a few more. His mouth opened to try make some sort of sentence but then it closed soundlessly.

He realised that nothing could be said. Every witticism in the world would not be enough to combat the sheer mindfuckery of what had just happened and, to be honest, it was hard enough to accept everything else that had happened.

And all was silent in Hammond's mind. No entity of any sort had even a single word to put into the moment. If they had been personifications of his personality they would have been looking around in a daze and trying to figure out what the brain was telling them.

The only evidence of continued life was a twitch in his right eye.

Finally a voice belonging to his rationality spoke up, I quit.

 

[The Fork of Truth]

Savannah's eyebrows rose when he saw Kronos enter and calmly sit at the table, and wondered if he was seeing things. He blinked. Kronos was still there. Savannah stared, for once dumbfounded by this event, but maintained a patient, expectant expression, as though waiting for Kronos to explain where he'd been.

 

[thegamermn]

Kronos ate a few bites of food, then drank several glasses of water before speaking, his voice raspy as though he hadn't had any water for a long time. "Shadow clan found me. I had to get abit creative...hence the new arms." He said simply before continuing his meal.

 

[sky14kemea]

Em tapped her knuckles against one of Kronos' arms, before leaning back in her seat.
"Wait, Shadow Clan? Who are these guys anyway? And why are they after you?" Em asked, absent-mindedly picking at Hammond's abandoned meal.

 

[thegamermn]

"I didn't they existed up until now...they've got ties into every major clan except mine. They probably wanted to get as much information out of me as possible, kill me, and put in a new clan leader that'd play ball." Kronos said, mostly just staring at a wall as he continued eating.

 

[revolverwolf]

That almost made sense just enough to tip Kronos' survival back into the realm of possibility, so Hammond's confusion ended. He hadn't anticipated that a Shadow Clan could be so close to the city but then who could ever anticipate what a Shadow Clan might do?

He looked at Kronos. "How do we know you aren't a doppelganger? Or a machine? Or some other trick sent by that Shadow Clan?"

 

[thegamermn]

Kronos stood and approached a man in armor that was criss-crossed with wires* and tapped him on the shoulder, he turned to face Kronos who asked "Do you have a directional EMP device on you?" The man nodded and response and Kronos took a few steps back and said "Shoot me with it, please." The man drew a rather odd-looking gun and pulled the trigger, a few lights flickered out and Kronos's arms slumped, but otherwise nothing happened. Kronos sat back down on the table "Well I'd say that pretty much eliminates being a doppelganger or a machine. Wouldn't you?" He asked, looking directly at hammond as he waited for his arms to reboot.

Perhaps a look at things to come? seriously, I've been thinking of adding classes specific to the futuristic and archaic types, which y'all would be able to change to, should you so choose. Gimme' your opinions in group

 

[revolverwolf]

"Apparently it does..." As much as he hated to admit it, this Kronos was likely to be the real deal and he looked to be as alive as ever, if a bit more metallic than before. While Hammond would have wanted to ask about the entire ordeal from start to finish, he was more worried about the ending of the tale. He took hold of his scythe that was leaning against the table and it split into two, all for the sake of making him slightly safer in the case of any attacks.

"What if they followed or tracked you here after you presumably escaped?" He wasn't going to take any chances here.

 

[thegamermn]

"They won't try to snag me here. THey have an alliance with the leader of this clan and if they wanted me, or any of you, dead. The royal elites wold be swarming this place already." He remarked, resuming his meal as his arms regained their ability to move. "Any other questions?" He asked.

 

[thegamermn]

Kronos fixed his attention on Ari and said "In that order? Nothing right now. Probably not. Not yet, but we might be soon." Kronos said, glancing back at the door "So...we might want to move to a city controlled by one of the lesser clans. Maybe the southern traders." He said, more to himself than to anyone else.

 

[The Fork of Truth]

Without warning, Savannah stood and planted his hands on the table, leaning towards Kronos.

"You listen here. Since I've encountered your...employees, I have been drugged, kidnapped, and nearly killed. I expect some form of compensation, and soon."

 

[thegamermn]

Kronos stood from the table, almost a head taller than Savannah and said "One:my treasury was destroyed with the rest of my clan hall. Two:I don't take kindly to threats and I highly suggest you watch your tone." As an electrical charge built up in his arms, arcs of electricity appearing around his hands

 

[Stone Wera]

Spoiler: My sheet (don't worry, I PMed thegamermn first)

Name: Elsar Taralin (Nat Galican)

Age: 30

Class: Beastmaster

Type: Futuristic

Equipment: Large beam sword slung over his right shoulder, and a pistol in the holster on his belt.

Appearance: Wears burgundy trench coat (seemingly always "just had it dry cleaned"), with a bandolier under it, a scope on his right eye, short black hair, green eyes, six foot nothing.

Bio: (untimelined)
Elsar was born into a small clan of beastmasters, his clan was often at war with the neighboring tribe, when he was nine the enemy clan staged a raid on his village, pillaging and burning everything in the valley. Witnessing his parent killed before him, he developed a deep rooted htred for the clans. He tryed to bring warring clans together, in an attempt to unify the nation. When this failed, he killed both the leaders of these clans, hoping that they'd be forced to band together to prevent completely falling into anarchy. This backfired on him, as the new clan attepmted to kill him, chasing him to the ends of the world, until he could fake his own death. He began using a psuedonym to keep himself away from the headsman's block.