The big apple

"all he said was he couldn't offer millions. Np idea if that means he can offer anything at all. If I recall correctly, what he is collecting is specifically for him. He called it one of his holy vestments. What it is exactly, your guess is as good as mine."

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"I think you a realistic person."
Adriano walked up to the same faucet and began to splash his face with cool water.
"I must admit that business proposition sounded too good to be true, but I figured no strings attached meant I can leave before I realize I am wasting my time or I am about to get into a bad situation....say."
His head turned to face her.
"Do you have that locket I gave you still? I am sure something like that must have broken with the amount of running around you do."

Marcus had scaled the side of the house instead of going inside, which although he was missing his hand was a fairly easy task. He simply jumped up to the second story window and snatched a hold of the frame. He took exactly two steps in before falling down on to the ground. His huge frame crashing down with an enormous thud. He clawed his was toward the wall and rested his head up against it, pulling the shiny new nubbed arm up to examine. He then looked down to the bits of sword sticking out of his torso. He reached down with his good hand and plucked a larger one out. It was long and curved and the hole he pulled it out of now seeped blood. He flung it at the wall and it stuck like a throwing dart. He spent the next few minutes doing to the same, clearing his chest of any pieces he could get a hold of. When finished 13 pieces were stuck in the wall opposing him, unfortunately there were still a few inside, too deep to get himself.

Marcus grabbed the dirty sheet he'd used to sleep under the night before, he ripped it into strips and went to work bandaging the wounds. He knew that he had no healing factor like other Metahumans, but he was blessed with another attribute. Every time Marcus had ever been injured in his life, he grew stronger, more dense after finishing the healing process. Lately he'd found it increasingly difficult to find ways to injure himself, but that magical exploding sword had done the trick. Now he wondered what the next step of his evolution was going to be.

Hossaim got back to the house. His search had been throughly unsuccessful. He looked everywhere he could without taking too much notice to himself, something spectacularly hard to do considering he had green skin. There had been no sign of Marcus. Then, he came into the house wand saw him there, with his sword. After a moments contemplation, he decided on "can i have my sword back"

(OCC you may want to actually read what's been going on in the thread Hoss...It concerns your sword...)

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Adriano raised a brow at this gesture. It wasn't one he was too into. Even still, he poured her another glass and handed it to her.
"Use your words next time."
He then looked in the direction of said pocket. She was caressing it.
"Well, hopefully you don't intend on breaking it. A true masterpiece like that is not easy to find."

"NO you can't....You skills as a warrior are unsuited to possess such a weapon, I shall be keeping it until you prove yourself worthy." Marcus said to the insolent little green man. " You are far too dependent on it. A true warrior doesn't need such trinkets to behave as such and with your showing against me earlier today it is wildly apparent that you need to be weened from the crutch that is this blade. Now get out of my room before I squash you where you stand!"

(OCC: a mod ruling says i get my sword back, plus you said borrowed in your post. therefore, the sword is in my possession)

Destrock was suddenly filled with anger. He ran up and grabbed the sword. Then, he burst down the hall and rammed through the old wall at the end, into New York city. He collected himself, then set off looking for vizer and eclipse.

(OCC: you can take the sword just like that, so can i)

(that's god moding...they said I couldn't destroy it , and so I shall not, but you do not have It, I do, no, auto hitting Hoss!)

(OCC: you took it! so can i! if you can just take it, like you did before, then so can i. why are you so fucking determind to ruin my character. i dont give oyu permission to have my sword.

destrock screamed

FUCK THIS!!!!!

he then took a unpowerd knife he had in his soe and rammed it through his skull, killing himself immidiently

(OCC: ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW!!!!!!!! CAN YOU STOP BOTHERING ME NOW!!!!!

(I guess I got me a new sword....strange way to act...but then again he was an alien....)

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"it's probably the wrong number. I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you."
He had walked up to a window to look down at the streets below. He began to worry about those other two. He thought about it for a moment and shrugged. They were probably getting along. He imagined them in some kind of spar. It would probably be the only way the Centurion knew how to bond.

"Also, what makes you think I am just going to leave the country like that? I have responsibilities here."