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Apprehension [ Grace ] « Thread Started on Jun 26, 2008, 9:22pm »
Isaac Renaud, now Arcus, thanks to his desire to forget his past, stepped from the green portal. He'd been to this little island several times, and though he constantly thought he heard the clashing of blades, he'd never managed to find anyone. That was probably the safest thing for him anyways - this was a safehouse for him, where no one could come after him.
Regardless, the swordsman, the Child of the Wicked Blade, was feeling a little bit down. He'd killed that demon, and it had not brought the peace he thought it would. He rubbed his arms, as if warding off the cold that he wasn't actually feeling - he wore an almost dress coat overtop a nice red shirt, and black slacks. They were tailored to move with him, and since he could move so quickly and so freely.
He sighed, and started towards his 'home'. His home was actually a small cave that had been decorated with quite a lot of stolen merchandise. It lacked running water, but there was a solar shower there, electric torches, a generator, a couch, and even a small work desk across from his bed. His cell phone was tossed on there, a silent rumble letting him know he had a message.
Still. For once he wish he had something else to do. He'd encountered depression a lot in his long lifespan, but it didn't mean he had to enjoy it.