Scene #9462: Work outs

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Millicent	Hells Kitchen has a devil or something, apparently, maybe. Maybe taking the night off, maybe he's off at bingo night somewhere cuz he sure as hell ain't here! He should be, because shit's about to get real with some nutjob. A man in brilliant yellow plate mail falls from goodness knows where and lands on the hood of a poor taxi just trying to rip off tourists. It's more than enough to bring the car to a stop in a hurry, sending the man sliding down the street in a brilliantly colored pile. Theres plenty of murmuring, and hushed suggestions that "Somebody" should call 911. The first thing that happens though, is that the cab driver flings his door open and rushes to attend to the injured man in armor. It's admirable really, but the moment his fingers touch the ancient iron he freezes in place. His eyes erupting with a dull amber light, before slowly lifting the man in armor onto his boots. "No stop, don't tou-"And well she cuts it off there, as our favorite knight steps out into the street. Dark blue silk, golden chainmail, stark bone white plate mail dotted with flecks of gold. A helmet designed to be evocative of a wolf's skull, complete with brilliant enormous rubies where the eyes ought to be. Short swords in her clawed gauntlets, The Free Lancer everyone. Casually she slips out of an alleyway and all but jogs out into the street with a roll of the shoulders. "Alright Albert, release the man's will or I'm not going to be satisfied with taking your colors. Let him free, or I'm going to take your rotten life right here in the street like a stray animal."

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    Hells Kitchen has a devil or something, apparently, maybe. Maybe taking the night off, maybe he's off at bingo night somewhere cuz he sure as hell ain't here! He should be, because shit's about to get real with some nutjob.

    A man in brilliant yellow plate mail falls from goodness knows where and lands on the hood of a poor taxi just trying to rip off tourists. It's more than enough to bring the car to a stop in a hurry, sending the man sliding down the street in a brilliantly colored pile. Theres plenty of murmuring, and hushed suggestions that "Somebody" should call 911. The first thing that happens though, is that the cab driver flings his door open and rushes to attend to the injured man in armor. It's admirable really, but the moment his fingers touch the ancient iron he freezes in place. His eyes erupting with a dull amber light, before slowly lifting the man in armor onto his boots.

    "No stop, don't tou-"And well she cuts it off there, as our favorite knight steps out into the street. Dark blue silk, golden chainmail, stark bone white plate mail dotted with flecks of gold. A helmet designed to be evocative of a wolf's skull, complete with brilliant enormous rubies where the eyes ought to be. Short swords in her clawed gauntlets, The Free Lancer everyone.

    Casually she slips out of an alleyway and all but jogs out into the street with a roll of the shoulders. "Alright Albert, release the man's will or I'm not going to be satisfied with taking your colors. Let him free, or I'm going to take your rotten life right here in the street like a stray animal."