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[wastingtime]

[the number here may or may not be familiar to some, but its pen taps the paper for some time, as if trying to decide how to start. finally;]

How best do you convince the taximan (and whatever police he threatens to summon) that you did not, in fact, pack a greatsword with your luggage and the fact that there is one in there now is completely out of your hands?

And for that matter, am I allowed to keep said greatsword if I insist it was some sort of prank? It was my luggage, and if something saw fit to give it back to me I believe I should very well keep the damn thing. (Especially after it ruined my best shirts.)

Lyall, I hope you'll read this before you reach our meeting place. I believe I may be delayed for some time.

To the rest of you- if we've already met, I do apologize for these months of forgetfulness but I consider this headache my due punishment. If we haven't - my name is Elian, and I will be pleased to meet you once I am done convincing this poor man I'm as much a victim in this little debacle as he.

Comments

[Texted]

[espigeonage]

Wow. Been a long time.

Just tell him you're numbered. He might get mad anyway, sorry, but you should know we're mainstream-ish now.

[wastingtime]

Perhaps, but it's downright strange how familiar all this is even with the...absence.

Do you think he'll be less upset if I tip well?

[espigeonage]

It's never happened to me! Should I say welcome back?

Can't hurt. Where are you?

[drama8om8]

Dude. It has 8een foreeeeeeeever! Holy shit.
8ut to answer your question! You have several options.

1) Insist the sword doesn't exist. Give him super weird looks when he points at it and shit. Ask him if he is feeling ok and if he has a history of delusion.
2) Accuse HIM of putting the sword there. Possi8ly in an attempt to murder you. May8e YOU should call the police!
3) Sword? That isn't a sword. It is an innov8tive new snow8oard design that you have 8een testing.
4) Threaten to murder him with the sword. 8e convincing.
5) ACTUALLY murder him with the sword. Hide his 8ody in the taxi.
6) Say it was a magic trick that you have 8een practicing, and that you will now make the sword disappear. Then shove him to the ground and drive off in his ca8. Yeah!!!!!!!!
7) Claim you are part of a hidden camera TV show. Tell him to smile, 8ecause he is on "Crazy Es-ca8-ades," and then wave at an imaginary camera.
8) Pretend you don't speak English.

[wastingtime]

[Elian can only stare at this for some long seconds, blinking as he tries to fathom the mind behind all of it. in the end, he decides he's better off not knowing]

Good to see you're in good spirits. Perhaps you'll loan me some of them in the coming months.

[or maybe he just needs one to drink]

[drama8om8]

Dude. I am a one-eyed freakish freaky freak with a permanent case of terri8le luck. These good spirits are MINE. Get your own!!!!!!!!
Plus you 8n't got nothing to 8e 8ummed a8out. You are one of us again! And you have a SWORD.
Swords are gr8! When you are the one waving it around and not the one 8eing sta88ed with it. ::::)

[Text]

[professorwolf]

Oh dear. I am already in Las Vegas, yes, though not quite where you said to meet you yet. Do you need any help? They're slightly less anti-Numbered here, perhaps if I came to claim it as something of mine? At least they're used to strange things occurring when it comes to us.

[wastingtime]

Unfortunately I am quite out of practice when it comes to explaining away bladed weaponry. Though blaming it on you is accurate at least in some part.

I mean that with no offense, I hope you know.

[professorwolf]

Of course, of course. Tell me where you're at. Give me some cross-streets. I'll come meet you there, and if need be, we'll just carry the bloody sword off ourselves, and leave the taxi driver there by himself :)

[handwritten]

[scarlet_devil]

[The writing is rather overblown and quite grandiose indeed, much like that of her eldest cousin, Roselle.]

I'm afraid your name's not known to me. Regardless, I am Emilia Stacojiu, formally of Locke City, now living in Las Vegas.

Now, does your taxi driver friend need a little scare to get things moving? Few are willing to stand up to a vampire, after all.

[handwritten]

[wastingtime]

[oh, lovely, someone else who knows the lost arwaitaminute]

I don't believe that will be necessary, but the offer is [pause, think, hope you're not delaying noticably] <font face="book antiqua appreciated.</font>

[text]

[grannyfucker]

THREATEN TO GUT HIM LIKE A FISH

Then gut an actual fish, to show him that you mean business.

[wastingtime]

[is this what happens when he leaves DOES EVERYBODY BECOME BLOODTHIRSTY]

Even were I disposed to do so, I haven't a fish with me.

But I was asking for honest advice, not poor taste in humor.

voice;

[ursoreckless]

Welcome back. I guess.

[ Shou's a bit tired sounding but that is only because he is getting hungry. ]

If it was me, I'd explain that I've recently been shot and that I needed something to protect myself and was wishing for something when it appeared. Also foam at the mouth and call him lunch.

[wastingtime]

[man, it's strange getting used to the whole visual thing again. but if he pretends this is technology...]

I think I'd prefer a shield.

And not eating him. Why are all of you lot so carnivorous lately? Is this something I have to look forward to?

Voice

[icy_heavens]

[He does recognize that number, actually. They'd never really talked that much, but Toushirou has a good memory. Especially for people he feels the need to be nicer to, like old people.]

So you're back. [He's bad at greetings, okay?] And just telling the guy the truth might work well enough, since you've said you're in Vegas and they don't outright hate us all there. Half of us are public anymore, anyway. [Does he sound bitter? Maybe.]

[wastingtime]

So I'm hearing. I'm wondering if I may as well save myself the trouble and start planning my own reveal.

At least my students might find it more curious than worrisome.

[Text]

[radiantchicken]

It will be easier if you just tell him the truth, I think. There are enough of us in the public eye he shouldn't be too surprised.

Do you require help in actually using the sword? I remember quite a bit of swordplay, and I'd be happy to teach you.

[wastingtime]

I may very well do this.

[but at the offer, he...hesitates. he's a pacifist, and the most he knows is swordplay. at the same time...]

I may need to think on this. There is quite a lot with which I must familiarize myself once again.

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[alilyinthemoonslight]

[Behold, the most active Lily's been on the Network in a week or two. She's had reasons, but this requires commentary.]

Mr. Price, right? It's been awhile, although I don't think we ever talked much. I sort of helped tear up your yard back when the snakes ambushed is.

[And Proud died- ah, okay. She's been there enough lately, let's not jump on the morbid train just yet.]

If you're in Locke, I'd make up any excuse I could.

...if you're in Vegas or Germany, the truth might actually help more than it'd hurt.

[wastingtime]

Indeed, and all is forgiven. Those beasts brought their own mess that I almost would relish forgetting. Again.

I was warned away from Locke, and hadn't really understood Germany was an option until about ten minutes ago. But I believe I would prefer this city to all of them, given the state of things.

[Audio]

[dead_black_eyes]

We haven't met.

How many months have you been without your pulses?

permahandwritten

[wastingtime]

Nearly six- since May, I believe.

[Handwritten]

[gobybessie]

Welcome back. Have you convinced him yet?

[Handwritten]

[wastingtime]

Thankfully, yes. It took some help but I do hope he'll have a better rest of the day.