Welcome to Gaia! ::

Allen turned towards the newcomer with a strange smile, too polite and friendly to be his own.
Out of sight, broken glass scattered across the floor, the unfortunate television cracked in the middle. However, there were others if someone decided to continue playing such videos.
"Ansem, sir? Or A.N.Sem. They often get confused."
There was no telling that the Destroyer was more dangerous now than at any other point previously during his binding. Even when he had first donned the chains after obliterating ISA and was still prone to violent outbursts.

Thomas said "Thanks" as the person ran down the stairs.

He waited just a littl bit longer where he was... but he grew impatient,

"Are we done here?" He didn't wait for a response from the person healing him.

"Thanks, but I got to run."

Thomas broke free of the healer, and began huridly towards the stairs. He called up a sheet of sadows, and hoping on it, slip all the way down the stairs.

He huried out of the building, throwing with dart precision a bussines card that read:

Thomas Parkreiner, "specialist" for hire.

The back having nothing more than a simple phone number.

to Allen. "Thanks for the chat." he said, conjuring up his dark unbrella from the shadows again, and elbowin past the young machinist.

((To the hospital))

Brett turned to face Starjian. "Nobody knows. I'm trying to track it right now."

"Then Ansem is in a T.V. Station! But do we even have one of those in Byako?" Brett thought about that. "Okay, we know what to strike, but we don't know where it is. That's one out of two things."

"Considering he was tied down, one would assume not. He almost definately did not film it. And you assume much," Allen remarked, bland red gaze barely visible through his black hair, "You know who to investigate, which means you can find out quite a lot about them. This is the Tenth Sea Library, after all. And once you learn, you can track, and once you track, you can attack. It may be an arduous trial, but not hopeless." It was a strange word to hear from his own lips: hope? He knew humans had it, he knew hopelessness as something tasted, devoured, but had never felt it. As a Destroyers, he had no Humanity with which to feel it.
He looked at Alabaster with an expression that was neither welcoming nor unwelcoming. "You left me to do all the work." his voice was not quite plaintive, but it could not be described as apathetic or pleased. (Not that he had done much beside his standard work, but still.)

The door open, and al arge man of stone walked in.

Had he the ability to talk, he would have politly butted in, but he didn't so he was forced to wait.

Stiny the golem sat down in a chair, which maraculously suported his massive weight.