Mad Fantasy

[Carthrat]

"Right," replies Jared. "Er, can I have a way to contact you? I guess I'll be the lone runner, here."

[baka]

Fitz nods. "Sure, I'll give you my mobile number. I have it turned on most of the time."

"Do you have a mobile phone? If not, I suppose you'll just have to find a payphone..." he asks, after writing his phone number on a piece of paper for Jared.

[Carthrat]

"Well, I don't usually need to keep in contact with people I meet," replies Jared, edgily. "It's usually a decidedly bad idea. Oh well. Good luck!" he says, turning on his heel and clambering out the nearest window.

[baka]

Fitz boggles slightly at Jared's exit route, then turns back to Richard.

"To be honest, I would much rather these people went after him, than me. Anyway, shall we go? They might still turn up here," he says by way of explanation.

[Carthrat]

"Probably. How did you say you found him, again?" asks Richard. You notice that he hasn't brought his sword with him- of course, it is kinda big for lugging around in public.

[baka]

"He was under a tree in the park, groaning. I went over to see if I could help, and all of a sudden, the strange, apparently otherworldly guy appeared, in a rage."

Fitz begins to head out of the block of flats, anxious to get away.

[Carthrat]

"You dealt with him, by Selene's grace, I see," replies Richard, nodding. "Oh, my car is just out here."

[baka]

"Well, he ignored me at first, just went straight for Jared," said Fitz, walking to the passenger side of the car.

"I hope I didn't drag you away from anything, by the way."

[Carthrat]

"Nothing important," replies Richard, slightly edgily. His old volvo (which gains him much scorn amongst his peers) creaks a little as you get into it- but you can't remember it ever failing to run.

[baka]

Fitz catches the edge in Richard's voice. "Something wrong?" he asks, concerned.

[Carthrat]

"I'll tell you later, when we aren't threatened by imminent danger," he replies, closing his door and revving the engine. "What, exactly, can those guys do?"

[baka]

"Well, they're apparently quite good swordsmen. But what's worse is they're apparently psychic, or something. Back in the park, he stared at me, and I suddenly got this blinding pain in my head."

Fitz shrugs. "Other than that, they're just your average guy."

[Carthrat]

"I suppose it's impossible to tell exactly what they can do, in that case," replies Richard, as he drives along the London night streets. "At any rate, we have to-"

Abruptly, Fitz's phone rings.

[baka]

Fitz pulls out his phone and checks who's calling. Whoever it is, he tells Richard out of politeness, and answers it.

[Carthrat]

"Yo, Jeremy!" says the voice of Charlie, Fitz's younger brother. Going through the whole puberty thing frequently causes amusing variations in his tone, even now.