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"There's no need for that...he's dead."

Owle winced at the squishing sound of Rage's boot against the guy. Finally, she cleared her head and approached him, grabbing the first knife out of his shoulder. Reaching beneath him, she felt around for her other knife, which had been dropped somewhere on the floor.

It was a long way to plunge a hand, and it'd probably be up to his shoulder before he finally felt it. Small, round, hard. Just like a marble.

The corpse already stunk to high hell, it'd probably take two or three showers to rid himself of the stench.

But if he came up with his prize, he'd find a nice, blue and white marble in his hand.

((Rage gains Defender))

Holding his finger out like a gun, Rage shot a single blast of fire at the crow - missing by a wide margin on purpose, but getting his point across. The crow dropped the knife on the ground harmlessly, flying back to the safety of Rage's pocket.

"Y'know... I wonder what happens if I put this one in, instead...?" Said Rage, pulling his arm out of his jacket sleeve to remove the marble. It popped out quite easily, but without any reason, he felt like his entire body had turned to lead, which brought him to his knees.

"Well... dammit...." He said, holding a marble in each hand. Deciding this wasn't how he wanted to go through the rest of this, he switched to his new one (Defender), quickly popping it in place of his original marble, which he slipped into the security of his inside pocket.

He felt... different... like he could be hit by a train (or Elvidnir) and not even cringe. It was a feeling he liked, and it made him laugh for some reason, loud enough for Owle to hear.

"Never been better!" Said Rage just a little louder than he meant to. He had an odd gleam in his eye. "Hey, let's go run into that building again, I want to try something!" After a few moments, though, he seemed to return to his regular self, albeit a little more... peppy than usual. He kept bouncing on his feet and punching solid objects.

"Sure, why not," said Rage, still punching buildings and light posts as if he were shadowboxing. "Well, come on, let's get moving. Hey, there's Gambino Mansion! I've always wanted to go there ever since the zombie incident. C'mon, let's get moving!"

And, without waiting for an answer, he rushed off towards the place.

And the entire time Rage and Owle had been dealing with the ecounter, Vahn had been...off...where ever.

He had conveniently stayed behind, as Rage left him, unable to win rock, paper, scissors with him at all.

So it was Rage who had to go check what was up with Owle.

Even as he came walking back from down the street, in time to watch the retreating form of both Rage and Owle, he placed his cell phone back into the inside pocket of his pants leg.

His left hand idly rubbed the back of his butt, wincing a bit.

At some point he had actually purchased some liquor, taking several swigs every now and then as he made his way through the strip.

It was late. Extremely late.

Like insomniac late.

Yet the nightlife was as thriving as ever.

Sorta.

Vahn just made it a point to keep on walking, his right eye slightly slanted as he pushed his way forward, mumbling something under his breath.

He was stumbling into the richer part of town.