We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)

[Demonjazz]

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking 'bout. Not everyday ya got some people popping in and out of realities willynilly. Would you like to see the pile of complaints we get cause of you?" He said to Kenna. He had ignored Sara for the moment cause he was apparently pretty angry about this.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Complaints? Really?"

 

[Demonjazz]

The security guard went into the other room, and brought this huge bin of papers. "This is all the complaints! Written down is each phone call we get when you're in town! We lost three men manning those phones!"

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"...holy shit..."

 

[Slenn]

<color=brown>"Ummmm... how does one die while manning a phone, if you don't mind me asking?"
Maybe they dialed 666.

 

[Demonjazz]

"You don't want to know... [sub]There was blood everywhere"[/sub] He said staring off into the distance apparently traumatized, before snapping out of it.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"What, have you never seen Hot Fuzz?" Kenna said to Sara. "British cops have to do a LOT of paperwork."

 

[Slenn]

<color=brown>"Probably not as there are a lot of movies that exist out there." She said to Kenna.

<color=brown>"Anyway, can we please see the man that was taken from the gym this morning? He was raving about some reptilian aliens."

 

[Demonjazz]

"Drop off all your stuff in the box over there, Then a guard will go take you.to the cells, and do a routine pat down."

 

[Kirke]

Húriel sighed and headed over to the box, dropping her swords in it. She then placed the backpack next to the box with a metallic clunk. Next, she pulled five throwing knives from her belt, and a short knife suitable for cutting up meat. With all this disposed off, she stood ready to head to the cells.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Kenna looked at the sheer number of knives, a bit disturbed. She pulled her large handgun out of her bag, making sure the safety was on and the clip was unloaded, and placed it all carefully in the box.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Joel sighed and removed his left arm, putting it in the box with the other weapons. [color=003399]"I never really understood why security makes you give up weapons. It's not like we can't kill people with our bare hands."[/color] Joel mused as he adjusted his coat so it wouldn't fall off his left shoulder.

 

[Kirke]

Húriel chuckled and looked over at Joel. "Probably shouldn't say that too loud around here. Though I've got to say, you bring a whole new meaning to 'lay down your arms'!"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

[color=003366]"I meant people in general, not just us. Choking, punching, throwing... pretty much anyone can kill someone like that."[/color] Joel replied.

 

[Kirke]

"Not as easily. With my swords a single cut can be fatal, but I'd need to throw a lot of punches to kill somebody. A fist is also easier to block than a blade or arrow." - Húriel pointed out, crossing her arms as she waited for the guard to bring them to the cells.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Kenna, possessing the ability to turn herself into a living blender, opted not to comment lest they get the tasers out.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

[color=003366]"It depends on who's punching. And who's being punched too, I suppose."[/color] Joel replied.

 

[Demonjazz]

A guard came in and escorted them to the crazy man's holding cell. The security guard was quite disturbed by the conversation about strangling, and punching people to death. When they got to Darkan's cell, he was just sitting there on his staring at the ceiling.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Kenna looked at Darkan. "Uh... You ok?"

 

[Demonjazz]

"Just waitin' is all." He seemed pretty passive about being in the cell. It almost seemed like he barely noticed that he was in a cell at all.