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((Thanks. XD Before I go, what did I get?

EDIT: Oh, I see. Thanks again Arc.))

Xallen picked up the marble. His speaker played the song of victory, namely the song from the Legend of Zelda series fittingly titled "Treasure Chest." As this song played, the marble mysteriously disappeared into a pocket, as per the requirements of the song. With this done, he returned to his team, through the barbed wire and all that, and was finally able to get some more rest.

((Our team is now super-stealth, super-defense. Thank you and good night.))

((GM Note: As the Marble is claimed the defenses disappear. Sure, everything's still all blown up and ruined. But no more weapons. No more building, no more razor wire. It all returned from wence it came.))

"One room. And some bandages for sleepy."

Kalis said, indicating with a nod of his head the unconcious guy with the gash on his torso.

The poor old man behind the counter looked sick already by the smell of them, without the blood. "Third room on the second floor," the fellow replied, shuffling off to a side quickly to grab keys, and handed them to Kalis, clearly trying to hold his breath and avoid touching the gloved hand he was dropping it into.

"Thanks."

Nothing tried to eat him, steal from him, hit on him, or otherwise waylay him, and he considered it pretty good luck by the time he got to the place and plopped down on the bed. Lucky got that. Could he call him Lucky. Sure he could. He knew Lucky wouldn't mind. Not while he was onconcious anyway. Maybe he'd get a new name when he woke up. Then he'd have two names. Now that was reason to deserve the name Lucky. Maybe there was a black marker around. Kalis could draw a big smile on the man's face. It felt necessary, given that a man named "Lucky" shouldn't be sitting there all sober and dead looking.

"...pffffff-!"

-hell am I thinking! Your nuts kid- you need some sleep.

Chuckling at himself, he took to the shower, favoring cold water over hot until most of the sewage was off, at which point he promptly started trying to roast the very smell off him. He'd need a change of clothes- luckily, he had that too, inside a bag that had kept them quite clean. Even if his rucksack now smelled like s**t.

Literally, smelled like s**t.

Eventually, he'd settle for a black t-shirt and his jeans, and collapse sitting up against the wall to sleep, swords and stuff piled next to him. The shower door was left open, fan not even turned on, to let all that beautiful, clean steam come in and wash the wreak of Lucky away from Kalis' now much less offensive person, until he nodded off.

Nappy time.

A few hours rest would help anyone. It took a bite out of your day, but sanity did signifactly improve timeliness. Now that he was able to stop laughing to internal monologues and ponderings about Lucky, it was time to go.

Kalis packed up his things, glad to be free of the smell, and left the room, locking it and tossing the key on a cabinent as he went. He gave that poor old lady- well, the old man was gone, and he could only assume it was his wife now- the pay for an extra night's stay on the room, to keep the guy.

Then, he sat down to breakfast. Eggs. Ham. Toast. Orange juice. And- hey, wait. He had stuff to do. Yes, that was enough. No, he didn't need seconds. No, he wouldn't- yes, actually, he would like a cinnamon bun. Two? No? Okay. Just one.

And he was out the door and on his bike again.

It still smelled. Not as bad as everything else had, but... ew. That thing needed a wash.

arrow To Barton Fountain

The rain had begun to fall, giving the old city an extra dreary feeling. Though Sieg did not look at it like that. The rain did not fall harshly under the booms of Thunder, but carressed the earth gently. The rain was pure as it produced serene music; washing away the many sins of this land. God baptised his earth. Sieg was listening to a Jill Scott Calabo album, a song featuring will smith that seemed to match perfectly with the occasion.

arrow Barton Shopping District

"Well I want to go check out the channel 5 news place. I know a few guys there who did some advertising for my gym. You got some of the best investigative journalism over there and I want to see if they gained any information about the connection between the emergence of the marbles and the robot killings.

After that, I want to head over to the Gaia Police Department and check if they have gained any new information about the killings. We might go get something to eat in between.

So anyway

Didnt you suggest a team name?", Sieg said as he would drive.

arrow next post at Barton Fountain.

And Disa and Fluffy entered.

Tohiko stalked through Old Barton, holding a mace in one hand and nothing in the other. The tall Asian girl was dressed like a shrine maiden, but she looked more like a butcher. Covered in blood, she searched for another victim.

Revenge...she would take revenge.