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When Michael woke she was gone...He had expected this so it didn't really phase him much. Groggily, he looked aroud the room and sighed. Maybe I do need a hobby... A few moments later he was up and about, getting into some new clothes and shining his blade. The usual routine. However, when he went to pick out his new clothes he noticed something he hadn't seen before. On his floor was his old typewriter, he had used it in the past to type up all of his files but after a while just started using computers. He picked it up and put it on the desk. A long moment passed with him just looking at it before he finally sat down and set some paper into it. My name is Michael Acconci He typed randomly on the brass keys. The ink ribbon was still good, even after all these years. He continued to type, the noise of the keys echoing though the Cathedral until finally he was done. He took the papers, nailed them to the board above the typewriter, and left the Cathedral. The battered manuscript told his entire story, from the day he awoke to the very moment he opened his eyes this morning. He still didn't know why he wrote it even after he left the Cathedral door.

Banshi kicked the door open, walking in with a large box in her arms. "Hey Michael, I got a few things for you." She smiled, having remembered while she was out trying to clear her mind, about how she bet Michael was taking her joke about getting some hobbies seriously. So... she decided to help him.

"Nope, I wouldn't trust ya with a living creature... yet." Banshi winked at him, then, sitting the box down, started taking everything out, saying each item as she did so. "Let's see.... radio, cd player, sketch book, pencils, a few knives, a gun, a fedora, cook book, weapon encyclopedia, camera, stamps, coins, monster sudoku and puzzle book.... oh, and a lot of cds!" Taking out another box, she opened it and started flipping through them. "I didn't know what you liked, so there is classical, celtic, metal, jazz, punk... you get the picture. Oh, and I found a harmonica on sale, and~" Reaching back in the box, she pulled out a bag full of explosives, lighters, and a few cartons of cigs. "I didn't know if you liked blowing stuff up or not, and I figured, well, if things don't go well, you'll probably run out of these within a week." She tossed a carton at him playfully.

Banshi raised her hand up to her chin, and acting very thoughtful, shook her head sadly and jokingly said, "Terrible, just terrible." She let her smile out then with a chuckle, and said, "Now I have to get you a mirror."

"Yeah..." Banshi said, her voice slowly growing more serious. "Um, mind if we turn off the music while I tell you?" Banshi liked really some jazz, but now didn't seem like a good time for music to be in the background.

Banshi walked over to his bed, and sat down, placing her hand on the back of her head. "Listen...." Pausing, she let out an audable sigh, and shook her head, smiling sadly. "No, I'll finish speaking with Viktor tomorrow. For now, we should enjoy the first night we have off in a while. Hawk is going to take care of Mercy, they can both rest when all is said and done." Banshi picked up one of the cds she got, this one by Peter Murphy. She said happily, "Besides, it is my job to take care of you guys, which I'll be going in to do tomorrow. I'll get it all figured out, I always do." Taking out the cd, she tossed it over to Michael. "How about that? I was actually singing the song Cuts You Up on my way over here.... it's been years since I've heard any of his songs."

Banshi was a little bit suprised. "I have not slept in a room for a while.... occasionally, or usually, just with some humans in the village who support us." Thinking it over, it actually sounded nice. Besides, they got to listen to one of her favorite musical artists. Nodding her head, she said, "Sure, thanks." For a leader, Banshi was always very uninvasive and layed back... she was still thinking over what to do, but she didn't have to show that. One of the best uses for words is to hide one's thoughts, after all.