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Sir Basil
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Todd yawned, "I could, I suppose." He stretched a bit, looking at the bed and the wooden slats. It seemed inelegant to use a weapon. Todd was not one for weaponry, he had never really had to use one - Cor was more into weaponry than Todd would ever be, hardly surprising given Cor's nature. The blonde man bit his lips. He wished Cor was here, he would murder his way through this building and its inhabitants faster than the speed of sound. Todd was much slower than Cor, but just as impatient. Impatience was a definer of his character, in fact.
He rested a boot on the frame of the bed, examining the wooden slats for a moment. He kicked them harshly, reminding him of the first time young Billy Corrigan had slammed his sneaker against the ribcage of a hapless victim. He kicked at the slat again, relieving the moment when the ribcage gave way, splintering into the lungs. His smile curled up his face as his black cigarette hung limply from his lips. The wood proved to splinter as easily as bones did, and Todd and his compatriot were left with several slabs of pointed wood. Stakes, maybe, but there hadn't been vampires for century, so Todd was at a loss for what good these fragments of wood could do.
Stepping away from the bedframe, Todd dusted himself off. He spat out his half finished cigarette and crushed it with his boot. "Wot's yer profession, Presto?" He asked, finding a pet-name for his companion, "I'm an enjamber. I cause enjambment. End-stoppin', to put it bluntly," Todd grinned, "Don'tcha worry your pretty little head, I'm not gonna endstop YOU. You're not due for enjambment for somewhile still. Maybe not at all."
He rested a boot on the frame of the bed, examining the wooden slats for a moment. He kicked them harshly, reminding him of the first time young Billy Corrigan had slammed his sneaker against the ribcage of a hapless victim. He kicked at the slat again, relieving the moment when the ribcage gave way, splintering into the lungs. His smile curled up his face as his black cigarette hung limply from his lips. The wood proved to splinter as easily as bones did, and Todd and his compatriot were left with several slabs of pointed wood. Stakes, maybe, but there hadn't been vampires for century, so Todd was at a loss for what good these fragments of wood could do.
Stepping away from the bedframe, Todd dusted himself off. He spat out his half finished cigarette and crushed it with his boot. "Wot's yer profession, Presto?" He asked, finding a pet-name for his companion, "I'm an enjamber. I cause enjambment. End-stoppin', to put it bluntly," Todd grinned, "Don'tcha worry your pretty little head, I'm not gonna endstop YOU. You're not due for enjambment for somewhile still. Maybe not at all."