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San Angeles - Eastern Mall District

This area is filled with the hustle and bustle of people shopping. At ground level during the day, the street is filled with pedestrians. Both humans and robots are going about their daily lives in this busy place. About 30 feet up, the flow of air traffic starts. Flying cars, bikes, and the large public hovertransit vehicles zoom overhead in ordered streams, weaving at different levels through the forest of truely gigantic skyscrapers, all devoted to shopping and commerce. Lights controlling the flow of traffic are strung on laser beams that link the buildings. At ground level, small restraunts and independant shops line the road, which is restricted to foot traffic only. Occasionally a hovertransit will pull down into underground entrances to pick up and let off passengers. Designated underground parking lots for private vehicles are constantly in use, and they dart into and out of the flow of traffic overhead. Flanked by small shops are the entrances to the massive buildings, one to a side. Further up, each traffic level also has its own entrance where vehicles can pull in with ease.

Mystic Lynx's House of Oddities <HoO>

Obvious exits:
Southwest <SW> leads to San Angeles - Southern Outskirts.
Northeast <NE> leads to San Angeles - Eastern Outskirts.
Northwest <NW> leads to San Angeles - Eastern Downtown.
North <N> leads to San Angeles - Eastern Residential.
West <W> leads to San Angeles - Southern Downtown.

Ah. San-Angeles. Calm, peaceful... protected. And, within this particular place, sits - Mr. Tommis Tomoe. The Goth's goth. The man of the hour, that EVERYONE seems to want a piece of. Literally. Which is probably why he wisely choose to relocated to San An. Plenty of old things to study here, right? ... right.

Like this mocha, for instance, or the cup it's currently steaming inside. Mr. Tomoe... sips .... and quietly goes back to reading his news paper. Safe and secure.

Knight Man approaches, with heavy steps. The Dark Knight doesn't have his Mace or Shield with him here. Knight Man walks up in front of Tomoe, who is reading the newspaper, maybe he hasn't noticed him. Before he can get a chance to glance away from it, Knight Man speaks "I dost hopeth that thee hasn't forgotten our arrangement..." His icy voice echos from inside his mohawked helmet, he doesn't sound to happy, but he's... civil.

And, for a change... dark and brooding Tomoe is in charge. Continuing to sip is mocha, for a moment, as if he hadn't noticed the rather large, powerful, and extremely dangerous Master - Tomoe finally blinks, and looks up from his newspaper. As if surprised. It's quite obviously a mockery - considering where he is. ~.~ Realatively safe, here, in the denizen of the Nuetral State. Denizen for escaped convicts, as long as they appease the government. A good place to hide out for the hunted. Including the historian himself.
" .... Of course I hadn't forgot it. Why do you think I'm here, tons of fun?"

As far as Tomoe is concerned, the blackness of Knight's face remains unchanged, but he is really smirking behind it. Knight Man places both hands on the table and leans forward towards the cocky Gothic Historian "Don't thinketh that just because thou has changed thine location to this pathetic city that thou art safe from me. Thou clearly do not understandeth the true power and reach of the masters, and if we wanteth thou dead, then thou art dead." He stands back up, yeah he's mostly just trying to scare him, however making good on this threat may not even be necessary, after all, Tomoe doesn't have the Excalibur anyway, but he still wants to get even with Jiph, right? "The opening of that farce Camelot-Neo tis tomorrow, and since those Repliforce fools with be up on that blasted Space Station for the next 24 hours, it t'would be the perfect time for me to claim the sword, don't thou agree?"

Of course Tomoe wants to get even with Jiph. Thats beside the point. His ride was smashed, his life was threatened, and his arm is STILL bruised. u.u He's going to play it as hard as he can. "... Obviously it would be." He begins, sipping from his mocha: ".. save, not a single person knows where it is. Save Ms. Jerone. And we aren't exactly on speaking terms, at the moment..." His jaw still ached from the punch she delievered. He glances up, now, arching an eyebrow: "... You don't think they know people are going for that sword?"

The invisible smirk begins to fade "Of courseth I expect them to be anticipating an attempt on the sword, which I why I wanted THEE to findeth out as much as possible." He leans back down on the table, he's getting quick tired of dealing with this arrogant human, and would preferrably sever their ties as soon as possible "I highly doubteth that she art the /only/ one who dost knoweth where the opening takes place, come now" He leands a little closer, trying to look as menacing as he can, as he is unable to actually hurt him here.

Mr. Tomoe sits his mocha upon the table, and folds up the paper slowly. Setting it aside, so that he can properly steeple his fingers. Looking over them and seeming - if possible - even more brooding and darkly arrogant than ever before. ".. I'll be frank. Despite how... open... Camelot-Neo has been about delievering information to the public, it's all a load of rather filthy brown plop. They're giving out NOTHING of importance, other than ticket sales and dates. Even with the contacts I had, which are running short as is, nothing can be garnered on the swords location. I /think/ they're keeping it somewhere around the Israel area, since they've had several delievery rotations in that area. But, truthfully.. I just don't know."

Knight Man would start of his next sentance with 'Well Frank...' but he's not that kind of goofy Master, unless you consider his Medieval obsession goofy. He maintains his position, unwavering, but growing increasingly annoyed at the bad news. "That t'would maketh it rather difficult foreth the public to actually ATTENDETH the endevour, wouldn't it? I findeth it hard to believe that Ms. Jerome has toldeth no one else. Surely, thou must knoweth of someone else in her confidence?"

The Gothic Historian shakes his head, once, quietly picking up the mocha - blowing a bit of steam off the top - and sipping before he speaks again: ".. I only know that their precious little renovated castle is down in Germany. Apparently, they're going to fly the sword up roughly an hour before the main event. But that was about the limit of what I was able to read before security caught up to me. Again." He sips, and quietly - smiles: "... damn their fast."

Knight Man quirks an eyebrow, about the limit? He still thinks that Tomoe is hiding something, and Knight Man doesn't like dealing with people when he can't terrorize or threaten him, messes up his style. "I truely hopeth for thine sake that thou aren't keeping something hidden from me. T'would be in thine best interests to telleth me EVERYTHING you know about Camelot-Neo, the sword, and that human woman Jerone..." He stands back up again, this is basically the last line of questioning, if there's anything else Tomoe is going to tell Knight, he had better do it now.

Mr. Tommis Tomoe sips his mocha once more, quietly unfolding his newspaper and glancing back down at it. "... mmm... everything I know about Ms. Jerone? It's a female. I think. Maybe just the devil. Hard to tell at times, you know? Other than that, your dismissed. I've got nothing more to give."

Knight Man snarls at that display of insolence. But if that's all Tomoe is going to say, Knight Man certainly can't force it out of him, not here. "...very well. However I'd like to say that if I do noteth get the sword, then this will not be the last thou dost see of me human." He glares at him one more time, and turns to leave.

Mentally, the evil version of Mr. Rogers... marks up a little notch on his side of the imaginary tally. Score. Wooo. -.- Big man with the mace went down. And, quietly, Tomoe just smiles. It's not a pleasant sight: "... hopefully not."

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